Echoes from the Past - A Poem by Paul Tristram - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Echoes from the Past – A Poem by Paul Tristram

Do not let them reclaim you backwards
with their clever tricks and morbid traps,
For it is not really relevant anymore,
merely candy floss ghosts of yesteryear.
Tuck the nice memories safely up in bed,
shoo the nasty, negative ones away,
wash your hands of past unpleasantness.
Open up the attic window of your mind
and let a through-breeze spring-clean
your dusty first edition leather-bound soul.
Look back only at moments of affection,
prize-winning smiles and friendly hearts,
The times you lived so full that you
almost burst open carving your initials
into the eternal bark of youth’s wonderment.
Be kind and gentle with your memories,
select and file the brilliant ones up front.
Let the other kind drift away from you
upon the stream of experiences no longer
needed and lessons well and truly learnt.

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Death of a Poem | Ananya S. Guha - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Death of a Poem | Ananya S. Guha

If you don’t have a poem
in lostness then words
in interplay will make
a hole, somewhere a wound
will not heal, only crying birds and a whispering wind will encircle skies lacerated with shots of the enemy. This is the world we live in even as we watch Republic Day on the tele, news has come that some gun-toting people are hovering with the wind, threating the sky, holding ramparts,so that poetry is blinded into a bleeding dog panting for a little water, so that the sky will not frown, and the hills not lament,
death of a poem.

She Likes Swans - A Poem by Paul Tristram - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

She Likes Swans – A Poem by Paul Tristram

She likes swans
and ballerina feet shuffling.
The bend of a Welsh harp
(The actual musical ability is irrelevant!)
The circumference of a peach
not an apple nor an orange.
The sound the word ‘Pastel’ makes
whilst giggling through
gulps of fizzy lemonade.
Old heavy brass door knockers
(Yes, that’s the very ones!)
Clouds do nowt for her but frown.
Frogs are far better than Prince’s.
A 2pm afternoon alone,
with winter sunshine
sweeping underhandedly
through the kitchen window,
Is the perfect destination
for that new colour
she’s been secretly creating… sssh!

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The Maimed Hand - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Maimed Hand – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Try writing with a maimed hand
words will not write, only speak
the finger may not move
but words will into a long loop, an arc, a clever movement the heart and mouth will move
hands will not write, the mouth will, and words will take shape of the earthly, into a slow movement of a poem. The body will not write these words, not the hand.
The maimed hand will one day speak a poem.
The body, hands will not move.

Lovely Evenings - A Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Lovely Evenings – A Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra

Loneliness in evenings, after long fruitless waiting
For cherished visitors, bites and beats and breaks
The spirit to have prepared in great ways to greet
People whose laughter fills your room, emptying it
Of all dullness that keeps gathering in busy times
When out of work, as much as you may want to move
More and more, you find heaps of work raising their heads
Like mountains insurmountable in the regular fashion
To which you are so naturally tied without ever realising
You could definitely have seen them coming had you, but
For your business, just given them a short notice for your
Eager and desperate waiting to spend time in their
Company in all its charm and splendour and magnificent aura.

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