Today Is: Tuesday, May 18, 2021 08:26 PM. Our Topic of the Week: Memories

Check our Help area first!

Comments? Suggestions?

Contact us now!

We like hearing feedback from members on how to improve the site!

Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: March 16, 2017 00:03:31 Average Score: (Needs 2)
Views This Week
Members: 0
Unique Members: 0
Guests: 293
Total Views
Members: 2
Unique Members: 2
Guests: 360

Type: Unspecified
Category: Inspirational Add To Favorites | Text Only
Urn was carring the snow 
like the soul of night. 
It was a very strange winter 
like araucaria puzzle. 

Who was dragging the evergreens 
over the chaste cliff? 
All the incogerent roots have broken 
the placenta for new gods. 

The marriage of basil at dusk 
with a paperweight, unleaving the road. 
I was hearing the footsteps of dawn, 
though sky was not listening to knocks.
Author's Notes:
Report Offensive Poem.

'Pouring' Copyright © Satish Verma
Copyright is property of the above author or group. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Click here if you feel this poem is in violation of a copyright.
Click here to send this poem to someone!

No comments


Check for Announcements.
on our Home page!

User poems are sometimes graced by images and textures stored on our site
courtesy of, Sandy Hradil, and Sherri Emily.

Welcome, Guest!

Become part of our
friendly community
of on-line writers!

Join today!
Forget Username or Password?

Members On Line: 0
Guests On Line: 78
Members in Chat: 0

Happy Birthday

We Thank You!

For your donations
and subscriptions!

Copyright © 2003-2021  All Rights Reserved. Use of this site is subject to certain
Terms of Service rules which constitute a legal agreement between you and
By providing links to other sites, neither approves of, endorses, or gurantees
any information, opinions, or products found on those sites. Users follow links at their own risk.