Best Facsimile Poems
My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig
Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah
My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.
Didi... xoxo
Is the mirror showing the real me or is it a Facsimile?
I'm trying to smile and be positive, but due to depression I lack energy
Trying to move forward but I'm a victim of my past memories
Is the mirror showing the real me, or is it a facsimile?
When I give my food for thought, I always provide you a full plate
But lately I've been stuck inside a maze that I can't escape
Every girl I meet, judges my reputation, and thinks I go through girls like I'm Drake
How Can I explain that I'm using girls as a comfort blanket to get over previous heartbreak?
I'm loyal when in a relationship, but when I'm single I play the field
I struggle to be alone
I find it hard to face my troubles on my own
I'm at war with depression and it took away my shield
I struggle with being alone,yet can't open up to anyone who comes near me
Too many times I've been broken by a girl who said she'd repair me
I no longer listen to words, which is a stupid thing for a poet to say
I protect myself, so I tend to push away people I want to stay
I have 4 or 5 friends with benefits, without anything real
No relationship, because I miss Chantal and I'm using all of these other I tell them, I'm unavailable emotionally
But most of them still catch feelings and want to get close to me
But my heart won't allow it, I can only accept a certain amount of affection and love
Parents never gave me any, so that's why I usually end up rejecting your hugs
I try to give my all, but my past makes me keep some hidden
I'm just a damaged, Bipolar, ex self-harming, Depressed man who's always been treated different
Is the mirror showing the real me or is it a Facsimile?
I'm trying to smile and be positive, but due to depression I lack energy
Trying to move forward but I'm a victim of my past memories
Is the mirror showing the real me, or is it a facsimile?
One fringe of image
disconnected, a knife within,
in a trench
battle still continues between you
and yourself
for ending of animal. Did it bleed?
Home was still faraway
a secured period.
Bouncing euphoria.
blunted and bailed out
paper thin memory
of broken mirror.
O Unseen,
take a bow,
lightning for a requiem
in sky, was embossed !
SATISH VERMA
The wrong facsimile receiving noise in the right rehearsing
recital time of genesis room
What is patriotism?
To love your land, to be there for the cause of the land.
What is the core value of feeling alienated?
You are adopted, precisely located, denied elsewhere beforehand for the land.
Then it is your prodigal representation. You are lamenting as you are witnessing the events of the course.
When will we make up? Do you not laugh at the end of the day?
Ask a librarian
I called this morning. Can you hear me well ?
Yes, I can hear you.
I have to reserve a spot for an art exhibition.
I was scrolling through the library webspace and
I would like to ask a few questions.
We are about to start an event.
You have to call at a later time.
To love that strong
Unprecedented angelic song is a trumpet of Israfil,
the apocalyptic accordion
Waiting there for heavenly oncoming vibe
Once awakened will only serve the later cause,
nothing than that,
other than that.
Unprecedented surges of artistic yearning
Tragedies are assigned to greet you along the way
Once awakened, it can only surmise the later cause
Upon the assignment of the divine decree
To love that strong
Thou must leave ere long.
Sitting here at my desk
listening to my music
Dreaming up half-baked metaphor
tone-deaf simile
facsimile poetry…
My mind wanders to the obvious
the countless hours spent thus
~ the mirror I cuss