Category Archives: Poems

Poem: The Charisma

I am not a poet.
Yesterday, At mid-night;
I killed mine poem

“In circle of thirsty feelings
those bloodied words became martyrs…”
dictionary, the country of words whispered.

I looked into mine heart:
the veins of sorrows;
the veins of ecstasies;
were fully nerveless, unconscious.
I sighed. I cried …

I asked to mine soul of truth,
Now, how can i cherish the full moon?
How can i decipher this zigzag life?
How can i impress myself?
I have no charisma at all.
I have no charisma at all.

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Three Strangest Words

When I say the word FUTURE,
the first syllable is already a part of the past.

When I say the word SILENCE,
I spoil it.

When I say the word NOTHING,
I create something that nothingness cannot contain.   By: WISLAVA(Poland)

Sonnet of Death

When from the throes of broken parent heart
My soul in tears cried in the hour of gloom

For loss of that which lacking life was doom,              
The fine sweet cherub given as his Art,

And that small life, so much my life’s own part,
A better paradise, my best in bloom,

Lividly pouted tender lips in doom
Of that sweet life which was my second heart

I felt the world so cruel and so poor,
All days began in blood to end in blood;

Change terrified, Death darkly knocked the door,
And I felt Godless in desperate mood.

But now dear God! I knew a truth serene.
Death is a mercy and a shadow lean.                          BY: LP Devkota

The best poem of 2008

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008,
Written by an African Kid.

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?