Tag: modern poetry
member name: @@gautami tripathy@@
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January 07, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, . . .
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November 26, 2007 12:24 PM EST --
deciphering words
amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding,
of yellowing letters,
wrapped carefully
with love.
a single tear flows.
This is for my mom. She . . .
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February 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . .
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September 16, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
**Warning: This might hurt a few sensibilities....
staidly sitting, stance so straight
with a thoughtfully morose façade,
looking ahead at a point in front-
all set to take charge, pondering
he . . .
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December 18, 2007 08:26 AM EST --
in my head, lights keep dancing;
closing my eyes I see ceaselessly ,
images I had deliberately made myself forget.
with determination I yet again brush aside that unfinished chapter,
which . . .
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December 24, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
pardon my disinterest
to converse. tooth ache
is no joke. sanitary ware
was a bloody mess after I
brushed with medicated
paste . in my mouth
rolled tongue feels akin to
fuselage . . .
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September 18, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
1) Good poetry can elevate us to a different experience with use of imagery and metaphors
2) Good poetry can say so much in so few words. A whole story can be told in not many lines
3) Good poetry gets . . .
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October 02, 2007 12:12 PM EDT --
ubiquitous pip of that apple
shaken to the core
righted itself
tiny in size
ever so gifted
it knew what was expected of it
voyage from earth to fruition
had been arduous
so very tiring
no way it had . . .
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October 03, 2007 11:27 AM EDT --
feather rhymes with leather
thinking of writing a poem
i am at the end of my tether
my judgment seem misplaced
trying to collect the words
i got those even more displaced
itching fingers type in trash . . .
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October 05, 2007 06:09 AM EDT --
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
born on the same day
inseparable since birth
both always had a say
about what went on in
the other’s life. toddler
days were not to be . . .
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October 08, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
black vines intertwine
in countryside.
myriads of flower
bloom on muddy soil.
pitch dark, the night nods.
itching mosquito bite
enhances a yawn-
as wide as darkness,
reflecting ennui.
‘moths . . .
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January 02, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
we are segments of ourselves-
loose ends craving t o submerge
into unknown vast nothingness.
every goal attained pushes us further
towards never ending eternal space- . . .
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October 14, 2007 10:54 PM EDT --
listen to the world gone shallow
spirit is hunted as well haunted
dreams that soared are now sour
weeds take over reason tenuously
clamouring to get a hold, thriving
in the aftermath. thorns of combat . . .
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October 31, 2007 03:43 AM EDT --
foaming water gives rise to steam
ripples disappear into nothing
shadows form out of nowhere
walking creepily towards shore
revolting fascination takes over
watching unheard of creatures
. . .
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December 26, 2007 11:07 AM EST --
ostensibly calm, churned to its core
vapid vapours need an outlet,
restlessness cannot last forever.
ignoring recalcitrant behaviour
causes more damage. plundering
by its children has . . .
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November 20, 2007 11:39 AM EST --
This poem is an attempt by combining a few American Sentences . Each sentence contains 17 syllables. It’s simply the name Allen Ginsberg chose for this poetry form. You can read more about . . .
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September 06, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
cool autumn nights
desiring of heating up
another body
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bathed in cool heat
breathless, hair a mess
autumn feels like sex
(c)gautami.tripathy
~26 Oct 2005
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October 24, 2007 12:50 PM EDT --
when the calm signals an imminent blister,
gravity is inverted; celestial care is set into
motion of exploded vision.
transition is noshed by winds trailing
the acme of pier . . .
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