Best Seeped Poems

The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in...

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Maid of the Myst

I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue

He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning...

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Blood of Christ did seep from every pore
as in Gethsemane he knelt to pray.
Who can know the suffering He bore?

He struggled; to His Father he...

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We lived in a crooked house.
Built on a muddy mound of hope with the corpse of yesterday half buried beneath
Sad eyes and smiley faces. A...

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Standing by her hospital bed, I didn’t feel the pain
Instead, I felt sorrow that she looked so very frail
Like a rose that’s been sitting in...

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The tree of my ritual was old and tall,
though not a true giant;
the next one may be, but needn't.
It possessed consequence in its bough
and the...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten...

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Love songs and empty words curled
Around ideas of what love
Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,
Shaking and shattering bones
And all expectation of the
Normalcy in...

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With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby 
in my arms asleep.
Your Father,...

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On a bright sunlit morning, washed brilliant with clover,
the day was alive with complacency, as color.
The day had no reason to quiver off course.
A cat...

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I am a fool's fool
        haunted by a feral phantom
        ...

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16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning...

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On the bank of the James River,
Virginia Colony, 
a proposal was conceived to constrain the African fire.
The ploy, a real achievement in the West-Indian settlements.
In...

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Soundly you sleep, your insides at ease.
Beside you, I surge an uncharted storm of fearsome break 
for it thunder-threatens my own sun’s velocity melt.
Your breathing...

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The trumpet will play
a sweet prelude, to earth's last tired breath
but Gabriel shall not call me
I shall leave long before his dance of death

The distant...

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