World Poetry Day Poems
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World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March and begun in 1999. World Poetry Day promotes the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world.
Right foreight.
Right Forvut
Duties.
Cutie pie curious about
The cake fact.
Rhythm thy name.
A nut in new mice.
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Duties.
Cutie pie curious about
The cake fact.
Rhythm thy name.
A nut in new mice.
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Jack.
Your cloudy days
We're my rain.
Lyons roaring
The roads
We are uptown punk.
You know Charlotte
Our baby fell from 💵
Cradle .
We cocoon in our nest
Like baby puzzles.
We has rainbow fields
Where white liles blooms
Like Mhc.
Name of father-Piklu sen.
Name of mother-Tuk Tik Rudra.
My husband name- Sourav da.
My name -Rakhi sen.
My mother in law name-Kum kum Rudra.
My father in law name -Gopal sen.
We're my rain.
Lyons roaring
The roads
We are uptown punk.
You know Charlotte
Our baby fell from 💵
Cradle .
We cocoon in our nest
Like baby puzzles.
We has rainbow fields
Where white liles blooms
Like Mhc.
Name of father-Piklu sen.
Name of mother-Tuk Tik Rudra.
My husband name- Sourav da.
My name -Rakhi sen.
My mother in law name-Kum kum Rudra.
My father in law name -Gopal sen.
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Sand
give me back the words
ungrateful person
give me back what I told you
whatever I wrote
what I never told you either
put the words in a sealed envelope
and send them to an unknown address
simply give me back the words
who formed shield phrases around you
and what I told you too
even what I haven't written
give back what I told you
my ill-fated being
the words, give me back the words
ungrateful person
give me back what I told you
whatever I wrote
what I never told you either
put the words in a sealed envelope
and send them to an unknown address
simply give me back the words
who formed shield phrases around you
and what I told you too
even what I haven't written
give back what I told you
my ill-fated being
the words, give me back the words
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March 21 World Poetry Day
a world day of what?
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
#WritingPoetry
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A small day at frogs.
We cared the
Day in green
And the ocean seeped
Blue green.
Day in green
And the ocean seeped
Blue green.
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Poetry.
Poetry is Play
And pleasure
My art and my Penny
And my future and fuck
My duck and quack
My little doll house and not an educational centre.
And pleasure
My art and my Penny
And my future and fuck
My duck and quack
My little doll house and not an educational centre.
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To Axe.
Trees -When
You cut me
For you
Shall fall and remain
At the same point and time.
And space.
You cut me
For you
Shall fall and remain
At the same point and time.
And space.
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The mask.
She wears pink
Mascara to hides lies
From the wild bears and
steals the fruits
Of bear's what
Down she
She silences with
A tale of windows and
doors and drawers
He charts the pie
For her
She eats the apple tart with cherry
Laying across
To forests vamps
What does she think
She can lie to coffers.
Mascara to hides lies
From the wild bears and
steals the fruits
Of bear's what
Down she
She silences with
A tale of windows and
doors and drawers
He charts the pie
For her
She eats the apple tart with cherry
Laying across
To forests vamps
What does she think
She can lie to coffers.
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The home page .
My mister dresses neatly
For coffers and sets to office
In an apartment where he wears pink
And works green
And his wife picking
Plums in a
Farm away from the wild watershed
.
For coffers and sets to office
In an apartment where he wears pink
And works green
And his wife picking
Plums in a
Farm away from the wild watershed
.
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The sound spyst.
A scene.
Little girl in white
A late night green
A coconut water
across forests
with the wolves hides
under the storm
story of my
daughters
lema Laxmi.
Little girl in white
A late night green
A coconut water
across forests
with the wolves hides
under the storm
story of my
daughters
lema Laxmi.
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the simple life
The simple life
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
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Levarnu
Collapsed star heart.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
#utopia
#apocalypse
#sexy
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#tea
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