Suman Kumar Das
(11/24/2013 12:40:00 AM)
Song of Seasons
When my face turns pale
Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
She extends a heavenly hand
To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
Making me smile with stunning scene
How calm! How serene!
My body becomes pristine.
When I fear in scary night
Within four walls without light,
East windows she opens
Evil ebbs as day dawns.
In appearance of ‘Summer Sun’
What power! What living burn!
Makes me bold warrior of morn.
When my heart gets hurt
Tears brim in eyes with regret.
She stops flying cloud
Sparks lightning, then thunder sound.
But never halts ‘Rainy River’
So patient! How flows further!
Says me to stay unruffled forever.
When my conscience clashes with mind
How cool! She invites ‘Winter Wind’
To freeze all my rage and lust.
To free squalor from my chest.
Also she calls ‘Spring Sparrow’
So sweet! Its chirps alleviate my sorrow.
So this song emerges from my Marrow.
Suman Kumar Das
Suman Kumar Das
(11/24/2013 12:36:00 AM)
Assurance of Heaven
Kismet will kiss you,
Hope will hug you.
Hunger, thirst, pain
All ordeal will be overcome.
Also time will take
Pride in your prize.
While sleeping, as blanket
Bliss will warm you.
Love will come
To make you hear lullaby.
Oh! Children of heaven,
Do not despair;
Rather keep on dreaming
Without losing trust in self.
So hang on trying,
With heart and soul.
Suman Kumar Das
(11/22/2013 11:21:00 PM)
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This has been my experience:
When writing poetry the use of correct grammar can easily turn a short poem into a narrative tale.
Some of the best classical poems are full of fragmented sentences and passive sentences.
When an inspiration occurs it is okay to meditate on the inspiration but don't take too long; reason: spontaneity of thought will be lost for
the sake of clarity. I stand accused of these poetic crimes.
The question that I have is how to maintain the rhythm of the poem?
Emulation of other poets may keep the tradition of writing poetry however, I strive to develop my own style and still maintain rhythm.
I would appreciate any advice.
(11/22/2013 1:00:00 AM)
please enjoy-but watch ur estomac-tell me good or bad?
i decided to visits sherrie blog[address in message with frank]-mama what i find-my dinner want to leave the estomac-ther i see first i think dutch then it is german and slacker somewhere underneath say that wrong german-should b [meine]-german lover write a poem with german but saying according to slacker that sherrie is a man-i check gogole-then i read-my estomac want to be empty-one part read here else your estomac also want to empty [I will blaze unchocolated through your world, through] -ok what is a greec man 2 say-i think slacker have right in mediocrities- after this i post that- i think advice is benny dont write mor poems-
quote what slacker
Oh Sherrie, I hope you don't mind, and don't mean to insult your German husband, but it should be: " Fuer meine Sherrie." It won't improve the poem one bit, but will make it more grammatically correct in case it ever gets published in the Romantic German Poetry Collection(double oxymoron) . Unless he knows something about you that we haven't had the privilege to find out. German was a first, second language to me. Man does it feel good to be free to speak the truth. THAT WAS A BAD POEM.
i check dictionery and if sherrie is a wooman then must [meine]
Für mein Sherrie, mein Dora [sherrie, dora is man or dress like woman-cross man dresser]
I could not have written this Surrealistic poem to anyone but you, but you still may not like it much. Dora Maar may not have wanted to have her portrait done as a Cubist, Guernica-infused Weeping Woman, but she loved the guy, you know?
There is a chocolate fondue fountain into
which lovers could dip marshmallows, black-
berries, or lovers, understanding that
love, perfect undipped love
can be metaphysical, should be;
I will have it surreal, and love you
as I am now, as I wish to perceive you,
mindful, body-full, and full.
It’s potent and paradoxical, like
dreams of wizards or flying fish or
looking at a sunrise in our windshield and not
talking about fire.
Only with you can I see these things
with such clarity that they blind us
and fill us with understanding.
I will blaze unchocolated through your world, through =======////[[[[++++++bad for estomac and poetry
you into mine and together,
remembering a time unreal and true,
long ago and never, when
we would see fish in the clouds,
I would become your wizard forever
and we’d walk past the unvisited section
of the ancient bookstore, past
an unopened copy of
Liebe ist ein Hund von der Hölle =====================/// ++++++ only german can take love with dog in one paraphrase[checkd google.gr and hund is dog]
and remark with pure pleasure
that had he lived, Freud
could have read Bukowski.
By Ben Cassel
Every year for our anniversary, Valentine's Day, birthday, etc., my husband and I write poems for each other. This one was written in 2011, and since it's the 8th anniversary of our first date, and he's right smack dab in the middle of performance night of his high school play, I wanted to share this poem that, to me, said, " I know you."
(11/20/2013 11:22:00 PM)
It is Me The Real Lover of the girl from the hooly land
It is a real story
It is a war but it is a love from the deep of my heart
I wrote this on 24 May 2012
Here the story started
And after this I put a song to let her get nervouse so I can make sure that she is watching me
It was the only way to know that she is looking
This story it is not just real, it has a big meaning and miracles!
For more than one year I have been
Living as lonely & that was seen
Walking & waiting her to appear
For few seconds leaving her to disappear
Hopping in a day I will make my move
But for few seconds didn't get an approve
The heart was broken but who cares!
The princess is princess & how u dare!
The love is gift & shall be shared!
But who knows she might get scared
Day & night her face was on my sight
And one day my heart might see the light
The heart made a choice & the case was closed
The girl was found guilty for her refuse
But The princess is princess & how u dare!
The way for justice will be a nightmare
The court in a kingdom will not be fair
she cant enter the prison so u will be there...
(11/20/2013 10:48:00 AM)
Does this one " feel complete" ? Does it confuse?
The heart waits for the story to be written,
By a quill dipped in fountains,
- In Ocean water.
Words at rest,
The foetus not yet spoken,
In what the eyes will see
And thoughts that will translate
- The bitter; the sweet.
The heart waits
To express solitude,
And if words it wants-
Let the story be written,
You and I
On a one way street,
(11/18/2013 9:28:00 PM)
She stands there in the rain with a sad look on her face.
She was once full of joy and life but that's all gone now.
She now believes as if people look right through her.
She closes her eyes and begins to dream about flying.
As the cold her passes her face she for the first time in a long time smiles.
And as she comes to a landing she realizes there is no more pain, no more sadness, no more anything.
(11/16/2013 10:40:00 AM)
In a scented wood
an owl is calling
over the resting land
the night is falling
The air is sweet
with the scent of may
the birds are asleep
waiting for day....
In the purple night
no showing of light
a breeze is blowing
rustling the tree leaves
with a soft little sigh.
The owl is so still
giving a soft little shrill.
(11/14/2013 9:03:00 AM)
How god works in a few words
Poem book write me the poem that I will like, feel, love and care about
Its not a rhyme and not a crime to unwind time to correct your mistakes that you made
Past life feelings makes sure to be unkind and feel not fine that’s the end of this line
The regret that you will find will kill you slowly inside but that will create you time to think about your wining
Pain an pleasure is my last time to feel miserable for my mistakes that will unwind
That feeling will heal you in time and you will feel more riches in your live
Power is power but only in my mind that how i see the world around and it will come back around
What if you have healed your regret and the mistakes that you made makes you more shore about yourself
That will create more power of health in your mind, body and soul and will make you feel old
Feeling old will create a new body that you will feel from your soul and that is not old your soul
Suffer for your soul so you will not feel old, make more feelings grow old that’s the power of your soul
The powers who grow old will make your time go slow depends what powers you will have
Pick them right after every time you have been told by god
He or she is what will have a will for you and a way to follow your own way and it will be your way
The ways you can follow are full with pain, regret, love, time, suffer and understanding
God has his own way to make you understand your way and he will help you with your way
Picking the wrong way is not a mistake if you do not know it, in you in yourself you will find the true you
That’s how religion works and the end of my poem.
Mk Brilliant Smart Boy
(11/10/2013 5:45:00 AM)
love is magnet