Best Interrogative Poems

When I was younger
My lover died from hunger
For God had not flung her
His scraps from the sky
So I covered her over
Neath the cold clay and...

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Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of...

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Becoming a leader is your way,
You want to be applaused and hailed
And within you hope swims,
But you never ask yourself why.
Why I yawn to be...

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what is what is not is what is too
there is no separation from the One came two
like Hu am i and i am Hu
both imperative...

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One Sunday morning, I went home to visit mom and dad.
My brother was also there, and I showed them what I had.
The first thing I...

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beheaded blame is constant
love is a crushed, ornamentated adjective to you
yet and still i am under you submissive to your rhythmic therapy

there was a time...

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It is December 31, the last day of the year.
The nighttime sky is dark, but quite clear.
In Times Square, there is a lighted ball.
The New...

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The 1AC is a shot in the dark. 
When we use interrogative strategies
we create zones of visibility and possibility.
The potentiality for deliberation
towards a new politic.
...

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The split level blinks
	at Chestnut End under 
	twilight's tremble, ripping me, 
	the oily menhaden bait,
	from the under boot

The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down 
then...

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i am honestly drawing a blank
i am struggling to underline the underlying reasons
my head is spinning and the rest of my body is stone still...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
Picture
Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted...

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Recommended holiday reading, this epistle
  comes your way as an interrogative missile
    ~ Whither the Oscar Meyer Wiener Whistle...

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A cricket's trill welcomes nightfall
as dusk drains color; all looks stark.
And Nature dons a misty shawl
as fireflies flicker in the dark.
The sun bleeds red
and sinks...

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