Smatter Poems - Poems about Smatter

...She wanted to go back to the place that expelled her- Octopode ink on a birth certificate. Black smoke, not blue, Dark smatter hid from view Pale pink sunrise Baby blue skies... It rained th......Read the rest...

...Dark women and their softly lit shadows haunt our days. Men who dwell upon form and beauty, are attracted to moths, they grow too old, too fast, their erotic minds like over-sharpened pencils......Read the rest...

...Pariksha Pe Charcha Pariksha Pe Charcha When the session ends A student wends Shows a lot of determination To prepare for one’s examination We all feel stressed And everything seems messed ......Read the rest...

...They were the oddest family and they ate no normal things Before doctoring them up with metal, oil, and whatever nature brings. Cottage cheese could not be eaten without a little bit of sequins blu......Read the rest...

...WE CAN’T BE COMPLACENT WITH CODVID-19 We are fighting an unseen enemy It is real not rare- this coronavirus At this time of COVID-19 pandemic being our enemy Don’t be complacent Mr. Clean You......Read the rest...

...(Nakshatra is Sanskrit word for constellation of stars ) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A midnight canopy diapered in silvery dust glows ......Read the rest...

...Nope reforming hardened criminal donning scarred face, manacles jailhouse stripe, et cetera nor taming screwish incorrigible guttersnipe ain't most difficult enterprises entailing me to wipe dri......Read the rest...

...The smatter and patter of May showers, Falls on the remnants of April flowers; Rivulets of design the soft rain weaves, Running freely among March's fallen leaves. Autumn is my favourite time o......Read the rest...

...Dark matter seems to be What isn’t there to be seen In between What we see. They dub it dark since you cannot detect it Nor can they inspect it With telescopy. Yet, while it can’t be descr......Read the rest...

...the acorn in the oak bark bone fingers crusted brown waving sinew, shedding sky tap root summon’d deeply down sighs like summer sound in rain building up then down the shade sunlight filters ......Read the rest...

...I met an old friend whom I hadn't seen in years We didn't get mushy, so no spilling of tears. However, we did sit and chat for a long while Reminiscences of a time that oft made us smile.......Read the rest...