English Poems
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The Moon Through Black Velvet -Tabhu
The day is covered by the black velvet night.Shining through the tiny moth bites, the stars.A gaping hole crowns the night with moonlit light.And as we bathe ...
Posted Jan 10, 2021, 12:27 PM by A Billion Stories
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3 Questions -Tabhu
3 questionsPolluted, the air that I see this world through,Distorted, the sounds that I so wish to hear,Contaminated, everything that I want to posses,I ask then ...
Posted Jan 10, 2021, 12:23 PM by A Billion Stories
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Three hands... -Sahana Harekrishna
I wanted Three hands, But I haveOnly two. Not to accept, or takeBut to give... 4-5-2017-----------------Editor's Note: The writer is a mother of 3 ...
Posted May 9, 2020, 12:22 PM by A Billion Stories
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The Soul-Dragger -देवसुत
for all ye thereunkindin what ye doin what ye eatin what ye saythere is a fiery ropeto drag thy soulon the road to ...
Posted Apr 26, 2020, 5:55 AM by A Billion Stories
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Whaaaaaa! - I am a baby -हरेकृष्ण आचार्य
whaaaaaa! I am a babyfeed me feed me feed mefeed me the foodfeed me the booksfeed me the lightfeed me the future brightfeed me ...
Posted Apr 25, 2020, 1:08 PM by A Billion Stories
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posted Jan 10, 2021, 12:27 PM by A Billion Stories
The day is covered by the black velvet night.
Shining through the tiny moth bites, the stars.
A gaping hole crowns the night with moonlit light.
And as we bathe ourselves in illumination…
The skin feels the bouncing rays of the night-light,
As it traverses the distance between the sun, the moon and us.
The silence of the night reverberates in melancholy.
The ears so used of the daily din feel robbed empty….
Until the moon echoes nostalgically of the moonlit nights past.
Wrapped under this black velvet I stay.
Gazing into the oblivion of the twinkling starlight.
The moon speaks softly in my ear, of those I so wished were here.
- - - - Tabhu
-Tabhu
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posted Jan 10, 2021, 12:23 PM by A Billion Stories
3 questions
Polluted, the air that I see this world through, Distorted, the sounds that I so wish to hear, Contaminated, everything that I want to posses, I ask then, how do I keep my heart clean?
Faded, the instances that make my memories, Jaded, the edicts that I made for myself, Corroded, the pillars that my belief stood upon, I ask then, how do I keep my will strong?
Broken, the wings that gave flight to my fancy, Stuck, the levers that buoyed my thoughts, Empty, the tanks that fuelled my imagination, I ask then, how do I keep my spirit soaring?
My heart may be dirty, but my feelings are clean. My will may be weak, but my dignity shall not bend. My spirit may be low, but my soul shall transcend.
- - - Tabhu
-Tabhu
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posted May 9, 2020, 12:22 PM by A Billion Stories
I wanted Three hands, But I have Only two. Not to accept, or take But to give...
4-5-2017 ----------------- Editor's Note: The writer is a mother of 3 children. Sahana Harekrishna | |
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posted Apr 26, 2020, 5:55 AM by A Billion Stories
for all ye there
unkind
in what ye do in what ye eat in what ye say
there is a fiery rope to drag thy soul on the road to hell
scream or moan with a fish hook through thy neck and nose
thee shall bear the pain of all ye killed or culled for taste, tradition, fun, gain, medicine, just or, sham ignorance.
thy pleas or bending knees shall not be heard or seen for there are no ears or eyes of the soul-dragger.
so shall be the fate of all ye
unkind.
-देवसुत
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posted Apr 25, 2020, 1:08 PM by A Billion Stories
whaaaaaa! I am a baby feed me feed me feed me
feed me the food feed me the books feed me the light feed me the future bright
feed me your thoughts feed me your time feed me your self feed me your soul
feed me the water feed me the ocean feed me the earth feed me the universe
feed me the butter feed me the milk feed me your life feed me your love
in return you will get my love you will get my respect you will get my trust you will get my life
you will get my water you will get my shit you will get my time you will get my crying
you will get everything I have you will even get a glimpse of the entire universe when you look for it in my dirty muddy mouth.
whaaaaaa! I am a baby feed me feed me feed me. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य | |
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posted Jun 30, 2019, 7:08 AM by A Billion Stories
The skin felt the heat first but the first to burn was the hair. First the hair behind the palms, and then the ones on the arms, then those on the leg and then the ones on the head.
Hair do not burn as if on fire. They just shorten in length, slowly, because of the heat. Once the hair are gone, the skin starts burning. It is the skin on the back first because I am lying, face up.
There is no feeling on the back till the heat touches the bone. That happens first before the skin of the arms is burnt. The heat touches the heel bone before it touches the nail of the toe.
The muscles of the hind burn first before the heat takes the scalp. A few vertebra dislocate as the joining tendons burn.
The waist goes next and then the chest. The organs go first before the enclosing bones.
The eyes melt first before the cheeks are gone. The tongue burns first before the skull cracks.
The heat shrinks the brain before the knees crack. The chest collapses before the skull breaks. The brain is burnt before the last bone dislocates.
The body does not react to all this, because it is dead. What I write is an experience that none can express.
It is the mind that watches the movement of time. It is time that passes, not 'us' passing time.
It is the mind that told my son to write. I know this will give a tear to his eye. He stood with me on that day, so I stand with him on this day, to express what all must feel, but none can express. An experience of a lifetime!
-देवसुत
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posted Sep 7, 2018, 7:22 PM by A Billion Stories
Un shed, quiet, silent, sorrowful. Full of dejection, fear and anticipation. Un shed ,quiet ,silent,sorrowful Full of dejection, fear and anticipation often, just drops of water .... for the onlookers. Agony and helplessness gives them shape, Shattered dreams, lost friends Out of happiness ...do they appear? I've only heard...Never felt Oh...! I'm talking about tears
-jasnoor kaur
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posted Sep 4, 2018, 8:55 PM by A Billion Stories
The Hollow Leaves Spread out upon the ground, Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart To light the spark of what were looking for The twilight sun has tainted our vision Through the trees, a nature's release In spreading the disease. We spent a lifetime in harmony Out of mere sadness and tragedy A beautiful union to believe To have faith, a willing to achieve The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze. Illumination in its timeless radiance A sprinkling array of blissful care None the worse for wear We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds.
-hitalot
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posted Nov 17, 2016, 7:32 PM by A Billion Stories
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
I m not good. We r not good. nothing was good in our surroundings. screwed country. worsening humans. No more indications, haggard life.
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
The stone became God. depressed mind. screwed people.
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
beyond the peoples view n opinions oh..! my heart n mind could you stand strongly. My soul saying you that you only good for your self... N this matter of truth irritates me daily..!!
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why.. why.. why..!!!
-Shri.Ginde
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posted Aug 15, 2016, 9:30 PM by A Billion Stories
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After the tigers are done, we will reduce the humans. For what happens to the beasts happens to man. 7 billion humans will take their time to go, to hasten it though, wars will come and go. Even then, famines and riots will kill more. For every end of a term, the dominant species on earth must change. It will then be time, for the quiet and subtle, superhumans.
-बे. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य
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