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Beware of Serpents | Indunil Madhusankha

Highly venomous serpents
Here, there and everywhere in the society
in broods and broods of huge numbers
Living in the darkened hidings of the underworld
The most innocent appearance
and perfect nature,
they bring to reflection
blinding us to the sight of the truth
The coil made of their abnormally phosphorous body
measuring a great length
In the midst, there is the shimmering face
gleaming with luminous, beady eyes,
half closed in trance of meditation,
the meditation of stalking
An intensely poisonous snare their coil is
The prey gets drilled by their fangs
Yet noticeable to none of us
is the torturing trap in that coil of harmless beauty
At the face of anger with a shrill sizzle
they would make a noose of themselves
around your neck and wring it
until vomit comes out of your mouth,
until your eyes lunge into the last sleep
These phantom serpents
with their hungry, thirsty stomach
which never gets satisfied
though huge quantities of food
slip into their cord like body
Still flickering their forked tongue
wanting more and more
Deft tricksters for hoodwinking
Totally apt to the instant
as if in a fancy dress parade
Year by year sloughing their skin
discarding the old one
So the identification getting crumpled
Their incurable sting, if hurts you
befalls the dreadful birth of another serpent
Or, otherwise, death will catch you
May be the serpent is the closest of yours
You will never perceive the one
till the havoc tumbles on you,
having been stung by the very serpent
So, beware of serpents!

5000 miles | Kristi Ocampo

November 26, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, modern poetry, poems about love, society poems, where can i find good poems / Leave a Comment

The physical distance between us is immense,
calculate it and it would show you the distance in thousands.
But this is nothing compared to the monumental distance of our
disposition,
immeasurable as it is made up of myriad apologies and timidities–
Consisting of reasons why we’re not fit for each other,
reasons you have made to conceal the fact that you were just unable to reciprocate.
You want to explore the world,
while all I wanted was to explore you.
You saw me as the girl with ropes and shackles,
while I saw you as the boy with brown eyes and lucent smile.
There are times when I briefly forget,
when the weight of longing is briefly lifted.
But there are also times when I still feel a little bit of pain–
The type of pain that flows through your veins,
distributed from your heart
to all the parts of your body,
responsible for all the functions
and all the restrictions.
The pain that can only be drawn out when a 5-centimeter needle pierces through your skin,
the pain that can only be dampened by more pain.

Sanity and History | Krushna Chandra Mishra

November 26, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, modern poetry, poems about love, society poems, where can i find good poems / Leave a Comment

Those born sane and simple to madness and complexities, fell
To wallow in mires of ideologies and faiths that passion has bred,
To create illusions never sustained by reason any time in history,
Since civilization dawned and man groped for light in every tunnel,
At the end of which only a streak was seen till travelling there,
Confirming nothing was found and confounded forever in search and assurances
Into more traps of ideologies and dogmas, they fell to suffer more and to
Think there could still be a way out, and more intense search,
frantically taken,
Should once take them beyond mighty challenges that simplicity in
reasoned ways
Could answer, unravelling mysteries and curing curses that knowledge in covering clarity spent
Created over centuries when papers and ink in billions of tons got
misused to make truth
Take a visage that never used to be its own.

Excavation Masters | Krushna Chandra Mishra

November 24, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, modern poetry, society poems, where can i find good poems / Leave a Comment

Skilled excavation masters
Giving unknown years to digging
Truths till, disfigured beyond recognition,
They stand as the world, in applause,
Greets and gratefully thanks them
For the great skill of making things
Lose the original lustre that, in truth, they held
Once before, through years of masterly strokes, coats
Of new paint in perfect alignment,
And emergence was true of truth, the world,
In great admiration, liked to own and give,
Making the deserving the due that was never for them,
Taking away from them their golden laughter
To bury their heads in pride that adorned their sly faces,
Brilliant as they shone in the consciousness of a guilt
They only knew was true and never acknowledged.

Meaningless | Chris Way

November 13, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poems, contemporary poetry, fear poems, modern poetry, society poems / Leave a Comment

Can I squeeze the words out that describe what I feel
The sounds heard and vocabulary real
Is it not a struggle to pour myself out
Like a fluid I fill my vessel without a doubt
The noises made have to be trained to mean
Filling the paper for others to have seen
So in my shop I sit quietly waiting
What to do and where to go is what I’m debating
The world is open and free for me to adventure in
Filled with fires and drinking and all the deadly sins
The sun is setting for the night to begin
And as it does my face grows a grin
My demons are waiting for my arrival
I’ll be alone and hardly recognizable
I’ll be covered in the ash that was left from being burned
This whole lifetime is something to be learned
The fires weren’t bad and created a new
The morphing of the molecules given new views
Now the cycle is dormant waiting to start again
These words are meaningless and this is the end

Sollux Poem Homestuck Related. Two-Toned Eyes a Real Sollux Reference Poem to My Real Life | L Lawliet

October 24, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, modern poetry, modern poets, poems about life, society poems / Leave a Comment

How come when I awake I see this world through two-toned eyes; one see’s the good in this world, the other see’s the worst; out come fading away what good there is.
How come when I blink my eyes it goes from dark to light, seeming as if it we’re being viewed from two-toned eyes seeing the people I know as good people out of one, the other as evil people out to make my life worse.
Or when I cry I see the world so blue but when I smile I see the world so bright, red as if I noticed the truth of happiness, sadness as if seen through two-toned eyes.
It’s like when I wanna give up I see the world so grey, cold, but when I want to keep going for others, myself, ’cause they give me the strength I see the world yellow as if looking through two-toned eyes.
Or the times when it gets better the world looks so green, I smile with joy then times get worse, I fall to my knees, cry again seeing a darker shade of black at this world image as if seen through two-toned eyes.
When I also just don’t know what to see, I’m scared I see this world out of one eye blue, the other black though when I have hope, I’m not scared I see this world blue, red as if seen through two-toned eyes.
I truly see this world through two-toned eyes, sometimes red/blue, blue/red or yellow– red or blue or all black or all white or just yellow with white or black ’cause I see this world through two-toned eyes.

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Dark Poem and or Lecture; I'm Starting to Think Some of the World's People Lack Something; Don't Know We Hate Our Madness, Darkness, a Poem, or Lecture | L Lawliet

October 19, 2022 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, fear poems, modern poetry, nature poems, poems about love, relationship poems, society poems / Leave a Comment

I often realize this throughout my 23 years alive, what seems like many other lifetimes, past live’s in the world of people, humankind as a whole seem not to reach out to others they don’t get to know the real person behind what they show others they could be angry at the world or at people or at family or the past.
For example we, human or not, fear our own madness monsters, darkness but some of us still, with people surrounding us, get lost from time to time, forget who those people are, sometimes feel like them or the world is against us all so we, in our own ways, hide, fight them, grow to love what we hate in our selves, see cold hatred stared in the eyes of the people like what is this freak, like you’re not human anymore.
It’s like we’re standing alone on the edge of long high 1000 or a 100,000,000 foot cliff slowly being pushed over while that stuff we hate, our hatred, our madness, that monster inside is not human anymore as it would seem as we age, grow older, either can’t run away from or get away from, either hide or escape it.
We seem to forget as humans or non-humans that we all have something, we need a helping hand to let us know there are people in the existing hell-hole of a world we either see as friend foe or both, we truly can’t decide due to the illogicial method of wanting to exam, observe people’s every nature, mannerism, action, behavior, body language, gesture, humans studied to the fullest.
We unusually remember the face they hide behind, assume it’s fine while deep inside they’re scared, looking for the help they seek, can’t find but often lack the means to save themselves but look strong on the outer but not the inner.
There, screaming SOMEONE, ANY ONE, PLEASE HELP IN BLOODY TEAR-FILLED EYES.
They don’t know who or what will save them; they try everything, just get more lost, can’t find a light close enough to see anymore so we either see a hand, know it’s a hand or madness, hatred grab, slowly gradually pull us over the cliff, edge grasping to take us into itself, make us become it, we think it’s that same madness, hate, smack it away, try to run.
Though if you truly wish to save, help people, reach out to them no matter how they look, think, act, talk, dress, conduct themselves, how wise or dumb they can or could be, how different they might be, the world peace breed fear, hatred that’s the madness that becomes our own darkness that pulls us over the edge; so which are you, are we, is the world, am I; you decide, help, or hinder; keep me in the light finally, save us all, myself, or leave me to wonder when I
‘ll be saved, me as a whole, the whole world.
So, next time ask which you are truly through meditation or self discovery; ask, are you the man or the monster.

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