Short Epicenter Poems

Water: wonderful sustainer of life-

Always taken for granted- an epicenter of strife;

Trickling toxins make it unsafe-

Eventual Love Canals all over the place;

Remand the polluters to a healthy jail space!...

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Often the third wheel between two people 
Rolling along the median of life 
The epicenter of two separate goals 
Neither lane resembling my own 
The wheel that no one wanted to steer 
Loneliness on the road of several
Rolling along the median of life...

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Sun beats down 
But the air is fairly cool in NYC
People put our city down 
But it is actually the epicenter of the world 
I could use more cash 
I no longet smoke "hash"
But I am ready for joy 
And hopefully I wil find it in New York City 
my home!!!...

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There is a vortex in every locomotive
that is at once inert and in moto perpetuo
Beneath that vortex lies a feeling, a veritable
epicenter of grief from which springs the only
real compliment to sentient life and to which
our species has attached the name of suffering....

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finally found
i welcome your eyes on me
never thought your brand of beauty still existed
summer never ends
winter decorates the epicenter
autumn colors the atmosphere
spring leaps into the scene out of nowhere
then you kiss me back to reality
finally loved....eternally.......

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Now that I killed 
the cat, I know.
Your crystal-diamond look:
My opium, my dope.

Now that I told you,
The words can't stop
Flowing and oozing.
Like that volcano of a century.

You are now to me:
My axis, my epicenter.
You remain that dream
with Joseph's absence.

I still am fascinated.
Running short of words 
was never part of the deal.
One things stands out:
I found my ribs....

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Walked into the sun,
He. With weak flesh.
A storm was raging on burning sands.

In hollow of his knees
gravel was hitting hard.
He moved onwards in trance

Visionary, homeless, life in open
was blessing. 
A huge crowd followed him, voiceless..

Hushed silence breaks the dam.
Valley of timbers was ready to receive the blood,
from epicenter, from fields.


SATISH VERMA...

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Synonymous

Synchronized opposites drag the lost poet to the epicenter of contradiction

Anonymous scribes share dissident virtual podiums  and only appear to be

                                                                                         Antonymous


03rd April 2020

Let The Pens Flow Antonym Contest

Sponsor Jenish Somadas

Syllables checked howmanysyllables.com...

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Explosion
Live wire effect
Sparks that do flow
From the epicenter
Externally goes
Quickly run
Outwards
A splash of color
Immense display dispersed
Every light show given
Is poured out tonight
Light quickly moves
From the center
Of the blast
The loud crash
One that jars the area
A loud boom commenced
The streets are littered
With the colored fun
Of an explosion
Loud blast &
Boom!

Russell Sivey...

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You are now standing 
at epicenter 
of violence.
It was an original trauma
for unknowables.

You intend to stride
straight through frozen limbs
cuddling the statement in love
with  slaughter.
The alveoli will speak
for corrugated windows.

Going nowhere from here 
to find the answers for fallen truths.
I have not understood
the concept of lying nude
in terror.

Musical chairs
will decide.
Who wins the bomb ?



Satish Verma...

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i chase her home
she connects the dots
i taste all of her flavors
the feeling is a golden dime

her dome is the epitome of class and grace
i cannot believe that there is consideration in her heart for me
once upon a time i was not even a speck in her vision
now i dominate the epicenter of her spotlight

i hold her tight
she again figures me out
i satisfy all of her favors
the feeling is a platinum dollar made of diamonds...

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A smile of vitamin D will bleed,
surrender now trade it for the night;
The warmth of the colors at twilight,
let your lecherous desires feed; 

Moonlight will capture your soul 
let go of decomposition for immortality;
Through a hunter’s eyes you will see
covered in stardust you become whole;

From the moment you receive the kiss
young fangs become your epicenter;
In the frenzy of your birth as a vampire 
you won’t remember daylight’s bliss....

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Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces, the earthquake that shakes the pillars of racism & sexism the stream that feeds liberating consciousness

Dark skinned lady. epicenter of the ripples of Africanism. Divinity of a soul tranced by a rhythm, a rhythm forged by the beat of a drum, the drum pumping life into the veins of my Africa!...

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The shower is where we go to get dirty 
A domain of filthy activity & debauchery 
Together, we defile the sanctity of a shared space 
An exercise for the well versed 
Maneuvers that would make an acrobat blush 
Water droplets mark the beginning of sensual hurricane 
Swirled strokes to shake up the epicenter 
Gripping the handles to hold onto dignity 
Inhibitions tackled and thrown down the drain 
Cleanliness, no longer lives between us 
The shower, a whirlpool of emotions...

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You were half-crazy 
saving little buds
brutalized by storm
in a yawning night.

The ugly silver of a fringe 
group becomes intentionally
a hate cult, developing
an epicenter for stripping 

to devastate a religion. The
ghosts are walking in the
corridors of mirrored crimes.
There is a creeping sadness in the golden lock.

The blood craft brings obscene
inheritance. You hide the script of
murder in a wheel chair. Things have
not remained things. There is smoke all around.




Satish Verma...

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I am at war 
At war in my mind 
I Wonder what I will find 

Inside....

A mind full of pride 
supressed by humility 
Trying to be confident in the face of insecurity 

My mind.... 

Trying to release thoughts of progression 
held as prisoners by repression 

My mind...

needs to be freed
Im uprooting every weed
and sowing in pure seeds

I try 

No lie... I do try 

The epicenter of my being
stops me from seeing 
truth. 

but connect it to my spirit 
and the lord will vist.
...

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