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  • I'm bleeding myself


         
        Being is closed! I have long made a difference with the eternal damnation of my waned minutes; only my restless whistling lungs gasp and trumpet in the stretched Silence! The hydraulics of my vascular system are pumping up and down! I still look at myself and still injects so many nutrients into me, millions of memories baptized with a vision: among the pulsating, star-faced smiles, it's so good to discover that they just make love! Divorced happiness judges me and makes me complain: Why couldn't I be the more persistent and karakan and then my little girl I could surely tell fictional stories when even I could be little, and I trembled like a poplar leaf!
         
        There is a stifled doubt in my heart: did I do everything and did I do it well ?! Many times numbness swings the blood in my arms; my infarct omen is getting closer! And like a sticky swamp of muddy mud, I am also filled with despair, desperate prayer! How will it be next? My true pearls are frozen to stone drops by this earthly Chinese! Who he built out of doubtful hesitation, Being surely afraid and peeing from the shadow of Being himself! "I can only be a speck of dust on the wings of winds that are easily swept away by a stray stream of air: in the eyes of others, the anticipated trust would be a beacon of eternal times!"
         
        I don't even know why I'm still terrified of the greedy, waist-breaking fate of the aching fear of the aching fear ?! "I have never seen him among the people of nowadays, dying like an Alien Star.

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