by Rushda R |
Categories:
loss, love, passion,
When you touch me
I circle like a centipede
following to the rhythm of its coiling body
as you fondle hunger with your eyes
and I
feed you with my soft cries
the moon washed in the sky’s water
draped in the sun’s golden threads of ray
mind influence hands
to take care of an entire
body
with lust flooding in
marrying the hands of time
to painted white pillow covers
struggle
and
I breathe in
a fresh air of you
warm to the heart
and such memories old
still
survive in the soul
cold.
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
life, love, peace, philosophy, me, me,
Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
objectively.
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.
My absent candles are freaking in wormy
darkness, noiselessly. The solitude
trying to gather the words.
Listen to time clock. Past and future.
Present has held the lantern to see
the hands moving. Sound comes out
clearly from the prophets of galaxies.
I want to catch the winds
in my legs to blast the horror of life,
underside of the gnarled credibility.
The rains are coming.
SATISH VERMA
by Tatyanna Grey |
Categories:
animal, appreciation, earth, earth day, planet,
Trees, trees. Oh, how I love the trees.
They're beautiful to look at and they give us air to breathe.
Trees, trees. Perfectly coated by the leaves.
Can use them in 100 ways like legs of a centipede.
The dirt beneath my feet, gives life to the trees.
Covered with sticks and stones and glazed with the cool spring breeze.
Their friends told us to respect their body but we did not listen.
So when they seen we all had gone away, their eyes began to glisten.
Trees,trees. Oh, how I love the trees.
They're beautiful to look at and they give us air to breathe.
Trees, trees. Perfectly coated by the leaves.
Can use them in 100 ways like legs of a centipede.