Have
When you have
Too much to have
You can’t choose
What you want to
Have ;)
(Poem themed on Buffet)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pleasing
How can I be
Always
Pleasing
To you :)
Are you? !
(Poem themed on Expectation)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Flirting
A guy
Keeps
Flirting
With you.
But when you
Say, you can’t
Live without him.
He says, he can
Do without you.
(Poem themed on Deception)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by Aisha Patterson
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by David Carter
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Hubby
Hubby is someone
With whom you can
Talk about everything.
Yeah, almost everything
Except the other men
In your life ;)
(Poem themed on Mischief)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Best
He knows
He got
The best
From me.
He
Searches it
In other
Women.
He can't
Get it
From
Them.
What a
Pity!
He can't
Come back
To me ;)
(Poem themed on Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Enjoyment
She’s seeing
Fireworks -
Through the
Window.
I’m seeing
Sparklers -
In her eyes!
(Poem themed on Perception)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Conversation
Between
Him and
Me, only
Sex talks.
Love is a
Silent -
Brooder.
(Poem themed on Observation)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love
Next time
You tell me
That you
Love me.
I won't
Believe it
Till you
Prove it
To me.
(Poem themed on Distrust)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Close
You often ask
How close
You are
To me…
Smell me
Down there,
You'll know.
You are like
Those smells
That stay -
Even if I
Wash…
Every day.
You'll never
Go away…
(Poem themed on Closeness)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Imagination
On all the empty
Walls of my home
I’ve put posters
Through my eyes
So that wherever
I see...I see only you.
Even though
You are nowhere
There...with me,
But I am with you.
(Poem themed on Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Play
He thought
He would
Play with
My feelings
And get away
With it.
What he didn't
Know that if I
Started playing
With him, he would
Never get over it.
---
(Poem themed on Vengeance)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Will You Elope With Me?
Let’s run away
From this world
And go to heaven.
Hell will be
Jealous of us ;)
As we’ll make love
24/7 ;)
(Poem themed on Humor ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Wimp
I needed a man,
Not a wimp like
You, who in times
Of crisis, hides behind
Women, and says:
What can I do? !
(Poem themed on Cowardice)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Style
He's mean
He's vile
He's so
Full of
Guile!
Maybe
That's
What
Defines
A
Womaniser's
Style!
(Poem themed on Contempt)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Marathon
I'm writing myself
To death.
Care to join me
In my final voyage?
(Poem themed on Exhaustion)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Caste System
Doesn’t matter
If we are Brahmins
Or Kshatriyas,
Vaishyas
Or
Shudras.
The need for sex
Demeans us all…
The need for food
Starves us all…
The need for love
Weakens us all…
In the eyes of nature,
We are all equal.
Natural disasters
Don’t kill
The Brahmins,
The Kshatriyas,
The Vaishyas,
Or the Shudras.
Nature doesn’t
Pick and choose.
It punishes us all.
(Poem themed on Equality)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Battle Song
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.
'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'
Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.
'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;
Weight in the end will tell.
Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor stranger!
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor ranger!
Make for the buffet and be well!'
poem by Patrick Barrington
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