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Situation- Outdoor or Indoor |  P.K. Deb - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Situation- Outdoor or Indoor | P.K. Deb

Outdoor situation demands for wrangling
And outcry to flow out hatred and anger
So as to make the situation more thrilling
And thunderous to drop rain from the hanger.
Indoor longs for three characters to role,
Hence, pretends to be deaf, dumb and blind
And boards a boat for the soul to console
And set a voyage in the pacific ocean of mind.
Indeed, a mental tug-of-war is in progress–
The wranglers surrender and indoor wins,
The peace lovers are destined to the addresses
Where they live like the kings and the queens.
Although, half-fed and half-naked they are
Still blissful as they enjoy undisputed days
And dreamful nights and become unaware
Of a situation of tempting their outcry and noise.

Just Listen, Don't Solve |  G. S. Katz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Just Listen, Don't Solve | G. S. Katz

She’s frustrated by the situation
Being a guy I want to solve the problem
But I know she just wants me to listen
And not offer suggestions

After some conversation
I ask if I’m helping
She says no
And I slink away to take a nap

Men have trouble just listening
We are hard wired to solve and move on
She suggested taking a walk
I bought us lattes, she chose the flavor

Compromise is easy
When we agree to disagree
Problem not solved
But everyone’s happy, sorta

Feminine Mansion |  Naduni - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Feminine Mansion | Naduni

The mansion is wide, long and high,
Its whiteness makes it a mammoth recess,
Where we are expected to live
In eternal comfort.
The little girl is frustrated.
She yearns for a change of air.
We sit together at a square table,
And look through the curtain,
She tells me about her friends’ boyfriends,
I warn her,
About how disgraceful it is to love,
to touch
And to be touched
‘It is the animal pleasure’
I tell her.
Thus the daytime
Wastes in our mansion.
The aunty gets angry
For every trite slip
Her body is wasted,
A mass of saggy muscles
She is both the mother and the father
Of the mansion
Who am i?
I am another woman in the feminine mansion
The emblem of purity,
The untouched petal,
A chaste Mary!
We pass our day and night.
Yearning for rain.
Constantly licking
Our parched lips
‘It is raining!’
One day she shouts.
Both of us run to the vast terrace garden,
Only to find it is only teasing,
With a drop or two.
‘It’s not going to rain
Let’s get indoors’
I tell her.
That night
When I’m lying alone on my single bed,
I hear the inviting rain,
But I choose to sleep on.

Knowledge of Mother Ocean |  Robert Zumbrun - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Knowledge of Mother Ocean | Robert Zumbrun

Pirates are the scourge of the rough high seas
There are one hundred and nine seas on earth
Earth has five oceans where many ships sail
Sails catch wind to propel a boat forward
Wind stirs and swirls, hurricanes are then born
Hurricanes are destructive ocean rage
Rage is seen in the red face of anger
Criminal faces on wanted posters
Pirates are criminal thieves of the sea
Pirates are the scourge of the rough high seas

Poet’s Note:

This poem is written using a new poetic form named Veritalifasm. The poem is a conscious string of fact. The rules of the form are as follows: 10 line poems, 10 syllables per line, each line has to make a factual or truthful statement, each line must refer back to or reference something from the previous line, line nine must also reference something from line one, Line ten repeats line one (this brings the poem full circle).

These poems are meant to follow a conscious string of thought, emulating the random and sometimes confusing way in which thoughts flow through the brain. One thing links to another, to another, until the topic eventually reached in no way seems relatable to the topic began with. In the case of Veritalifasm, the poems come full circle, ending where it began with the repetition of the final line.

This Poet’s Work |  Daniel Klawitter - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

This Poet’s Work | Daniel Klawitter

Writing these lines into being—
spinning out fate in a rhyme
of ink and meaning:

My own heart becomes the work
I’m weaving—
the tapestry I’ve chosen.

A life’s long labor is
hard ground broken—
but the rain reclaims fertility.

Inspiration and frustration
copulate—

pen meet hand and paper.

My soul thirsting
for that elusive elixir
of clarity.

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