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Short Dithered Poems

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Premium Member Freedom Fighters
'Freedom Fighters'

The mordacious horde had spent the last cartridge

to loiter or elicit partisan justice the mob dithered

then they shackled their foes to be wizened in time

Families died in any case regardless of a trivial trifle

27th March 2017...

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Categories: dithered, violence,
Form: Free verse



Moments Are Melancholy
Moments are melancholy 
Because, lives have been lost 
People are in a state of bewilderment 
Dithered, confused, and distraught 
Nothing but a chaotic scene 
Filled with lots of bitterness 
With tragic events in London and Colombia 
Many people are sullen and filled with emptiness...

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Categories: dithered, loneliness, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Saving Grace
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
   Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
   Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...

Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
   Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know...

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Categories: dithered, angel, destiny, fantasy, heaven, sea, wind,
Form: Alliteration
The Troubled Faith
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.


I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.

The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.

Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.

The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?



Satish Verma...

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Categories: dithered, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form: I do not know?
The Troubled Faith
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.


I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.

The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.

Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.

The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?



Satish Verma...

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Categories: dithered, art
Form: I do not know?




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