Subscribes Poems - Poems about Subscribes

...It’s Monday afternoon, the first day after Fall Break. Several of my suitemates are here, relaxing a bit before we hit the dining hall and then scatter, like debris from a bomb. There are a zillion t......Read the rest...

...Descendent of proto humans dumbfounded, mystified, stupefied, et cetera despite plethora of technological trappings, whereby world wide web virtually linkedin allowing, enabling, and providing i......Read the rest...

...Since time immemorial happenstance bestowed *****sapiens ability to become self aware double edged figurative sword allowing, enabling, providing... forebears of yesteryear to marvel at life, a......Read the rest...

...Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin We hold hands with a lilac morning Long before it pleads with the sunrise To sparkle the view of a purple dawn Saddled in the daze of hazy fog. Strolling un......Read the rest...

...Self banished from castle of dreams Boiling poisonous emotions of cess pool Dominate evil feelings as rapid streams Living the fantasies from being a fool An arrow crossed the once loving soul ......Read the rest...

...THIRUKKURAL: Translation of Canto XXXVIII with notes and commentary Canto XXXVIII of the Thirukkural on the topic of FATE which I give here in translation (by stages) forms, in itself, a separa......Read the rest...

...Nights are sleepless Days are sleepy When eyes close What I see is creepy Less I sleep and More I think Think of finding that missing link Link of harmony is lost Lost in the crystals ......Read the rest...

...Calling oneself a poet takes unmitigated gall and guts And he or she should be prepared To throw oneself off a high cliff Or under the proverbial bus Whenever the expression of innermost thoug......Read the rest...

...Spring festival Auspicious colours Painting town red Reunion dinner Grand celebration Hearts aligned Homeward bound To gather again Good times come around Joy sings Spring chorus; Familiar red ......Read the rest...

...we love and lust every waking hour of every passing day. the bed lay witness to every exhausting adventure. if only stories of its witness were passed to ink. books of such beauty are timeless. ever......Read the rest...

...Why would I say wow to a woman? If she had no bulging boobs to show No figure I could look to with lust Legs that couldn't add fire to the curves; Could I muster courage to tell lies? When the......Read the rest...

...Because for one thing, he's from Brooklyn Heights, and glares at strangers. A French guy (Parisian, of course) once remarked to me, "You Americans are nice to strangers--we are nice to people w......Read the rest...

...God is pure of heart, or so I have been told. I am not pure of heart, this also I've been told. So if I am to be with him again someday I need to be purified; scrubbed vigorously clean of ......Read the rest...