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Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the rise And the poison runs through his veins and then The man becomes the beast once again… FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill Tearing through the
Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing
The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,
We oozed out of this place. A placed formed by dust, rock and gravity. Born we were into the infinite void, opened our eyes and here we where. How strange. Now what? Civilization as it is, hasn’t a clue. The
Couple gets attracted to unite in Bliss Couples Union culminates in anticipation of baby Couple dreams of either a Boy or a Girl Couple celebrate with gusto if the child is either Couple will be crest fallen if the child
Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:
I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. You enter a slot
Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the
“This day, such a beautiful day I am overwhelmed by the beauty of you Countless thoughts and a million emotions Such boundless pleasure, YOU are the reason I reminisce the moments When I hold you close and drown in your
She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace
An old man from the hefty peak of snow beholds the ocean view with waves bouncing high He gets lost in pensive thoughts of nature’s attitude towards human civilization With closed eyes absorbs the events his life experienced in the
Today, I will not shift to baritone Every time a lady calls. I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1 While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson. I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street Even while nobody’s watching.
At an early age something gone wrong Secrets were made and more to be found Those experiences that are supposed to shape your young mind Still create secrets that will hurt you in time People who loved you, you have
Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,
The river is frozen It can’t decide whether To go private or public For its matriculation Or even which subject It should pursue. Irony demands cartography, Hydrology, but given Its use it has thought, With the quickened springtime Flow of
There are these moments of peace and clarity. They feel almost foreign like they don’t belong. My world functions in movements of headbangers’ ball mixed with rapper’s delight like trumpets blaring and an offbeat drum. It’s all in my head,
We meeting each other by chance signalled the romantic feelings to one other and we realised undoubtedly we were made for each other We are sure to be re born many times We are sure to fall in love each
Well I feel your trauma I’m no stranger to the misery of a broken heart and the drama you try to avoid everyday…every night moving in the same circles you’ve been moving in for so long…blind in the dark I
The storm shall surrender and harmony would prevail Shackles of the mind Would break free! Shadows of the past Fade away for better Lost memories.. Engulf newer moments Shattered dreams Lighting up future streams One fine day The day of
The restless weather curses me, Why not fly back to your nest thee; There where you always belonged, Where thy heart longed. The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings, Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.
Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who
Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In
Sometimes horizon roams with moon I pluck the stars night drizzles from the dark clouds. A shadow falls on the door without struggle or rumor I know he has come, my guest the survivor of genocide. He has come a
“There’s magic in the Coolroe-stream, or pucks weave herb into the browse to make me dream… In Killorglin town I bowed before a virgin-queen, who gave a crown to make me king with vision over everything. Our match remained unconsumate.
Feeling buried like it’s over Amidst suffering and total anger Igniting hell to burn my heart inside Leaving scars unable to hide Under this skin there came a blast Reaching head, clashing toes with brunt Emptied glass once full with
Born as female child much against their wish makes the parents reconcile to their fate Me lagging behind in studies in spite of my best efforts make parents feel like salt added to their wound and they start cursing their
Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to
Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels
Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,
A path that exists between birth and death, this life is never straight. Every time you need to confront obstacles, even if you have already fought many battles. The book of life contains both happy and sad memories, and it