Long Fantasyblue Poems
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4.
on this spine
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down
the climate
everyday
the sunglass changes
look at the soil and the sky
no one of them has any body-guard
the open mouth of the light
swallows the grey coin
here the wall becomes more tamed
the wild jasmine comes nearer to the heart
and hums
then ripping open my veins
should i also vomit the blue elocution
accumulated on the cock-pit
after recovery of the flower-mill from fever
the harmonium is being played on
even introduction with the gas-balloon
has not been done yet
5.
arrangements are being made
the green shirt will gradually
turn reddish
the culverts that have become exhausted
within the travel-format
will get recharged again to sit up straight
and the hawker will get passed the silent-home
shouting with undressed coconuts in hands
from the lap of the stand-still rocking-cradles
of the children-park
the amaltas will say
i’m ready
then to escape the sun-shine
the boy who comes to attend the private tuition
will embrace… oh margosa … its your pierced-heart
you may tell him that the name of the girl
who is eating guava and swinging her legs
sitting on its branch is munni
6.
the horse is running
just above 3 feet of the yellow cornice
his back is full of dreams
or a girl named miss dorothy
around it is the mid-night
around it is the wind that wants to be printed
and in every corner of its flying
are hundreds of skirts
all are of free-size
what may be their market-price
there is no shop-keeper there
in that valley
a shadow is proceeding on
do you know whose shadow it is
he is philip the teacher who gets irritated easily
this time there is no thin cane
in his hand
in the pieces of papers dumped in the waste-box
under his window there is a manuscript eaten up by the worms
there is ‘darling’ there
and ‘yours beloved greta’
in which skirt
a touch of that greta does remain
is it being searched even today
is it greta or margaret or eliza
there is no bar if it is dorothy
in whose smell there is no greta
who has no such horse flying just above three feet
of the yellow cornice
each mid-night fills the fountain pen
with the flow of blue ink
What are these translucent blue balls doing in my dungeon-lobby?
I shall chase them away with my fire-spouting stick!
I'll even use my hand to summon fire,
Though it gives me migraines to do so,
But there are just too many translucent blue balls!
Much more than last week.
Ohh! The migraine...it begins. Which means my flowing
Brown hair will dampen from perspiration which means
I must shampoo it AGAIN (the second time today).
I wish my roommate Ronald would stop staring at me
From the back of our dungeon-lobby.
What does he think this is, a show at the Mirage in Vegas?
These are LETHAL translucent blue balls!!!
I am saving Ronald's life as well as mine.
I just wish he'd just shut-up about hoping to see some white tigers--
It's not funny! My head is KILLING me!
Oh, great. Here comes the rest of the dungeon-apartment-complex:
Harry, Darryl, Phillip, and Samantha. I should really be charging them for this.
Don't they realize one translucent blue ball in the face will turn their brains into
macaroni and cheese?!?! I mean for Heaven's Sakes, we all chipped in to buy
Our own fire-spouting sticks! Harry lost his in the lake, Darryl left his at his
Parent's house on Christmas vacation, Phillip traded his for an IPad,
And Samantha is "fervently against" the usage of fire-spouting sticks
Since it's "horrendous for the environment" but got one anyway
so we could get the 5-stick package deal of 20% off--she can be a real
Sweet heart in that sense.
But honestly, bad for the environment?? You know what else is bad for the environment?
TRANSLUCENT BLUE BALLS!!!
I need a nap after this.
And shampoo.