Favorite Poems of prasanna
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I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason... -
On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin... -
The day boykeats on tumblr wrote that his god
rested on his teeth the way light rested in the... -
They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened... -
There is something inside my
body that makes my bones... -
I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers... -
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The tea is strong in the morning,
making up for the leftover mascara... -
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full... -
dreams dip
in soft waters... -
grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking... -
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day... -
The sky has finally hushed,
and I saw your reflection in... -
This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down... -
Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it... -
The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house... -
Here it is
My god, here it is... -
The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club... -
Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates... -
You catch feathers
from mid air... -
I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost... -
The magic of flowers
is... -
you probably don't remember
the confession I made... -
I thought it was complacency
Stole my passion for the dramatic... -
She called for the wind
so the wildflowers... -
we can only live for so long
on a scorched planet... -
I feel the need to take this to my grave
A love as vast as all the universe... -
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses... -
Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The... -
We were floating away,
ethereal like the shimmer of sun... -
It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right... -
On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired... -
There is sorrow in
knowing the best... -
You hug the earth
tightly with your... -
You rose up to
meet me... -
This is my ghost in the guise of a poem.
Read it without grief in your heart... -
I wake up shivering, burying my hands in my...
I am alone, so I savor it... -
Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the... -
I saw her across a
field of sun... -
You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light... -
i don’t believe in happy ending;
i saw despair in your eyes... -
I often forget you
in the sun... -
It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died... -
... like a blanket
made from cotton... -
It's raining, a gentle thunder
harmonizing with the persistent... -
i knew from the look in your eyes that day
that our world had split into two, i got lost... -
Forgive me
If I am only holding space for myself... -
We're watching the world
wake from hibernation... -
This year began
with a poetic yawn... -
Even the clouds have ears
when she plays... -
There was no fog
just shades of gray... -
I’m not showered in love like the others
Even when I put my best efforts into you... -
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees... -
You are the silence that drapes over my soul,
but you brought me no serenity just uncertainty... -
I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold... -
Do not read between my lines-
no more... -
Powerful like every natural thing
you were reborn in the form... -
The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there... -
As the moon
approaches... -
I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character... -
Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences... -
Let me be empty and still
but full of longing... -
What do you want of me?
the ghost, the lone lover writing poetry... -
The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you... -
Now that the storm has settled,
I walk back along the trail... -
I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching... -
As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening... -
How do I unravel you from my mind?
It’s like you’ve made a permanent nest... -
...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain... -
When a long novel
is signed in misfortune... -
True, writing poems
doesn't mean I'm a poet... -
When I stopped writing I
swallowed words... -
The gales howled down
out of my house... -
Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books... -
I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning... -
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me... -
Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display... -
Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling... -
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth... -
It is natural for a person to be dissatisfied with...
Some ease into this intrusion early, some cast it... -
This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama... -
I give in to the urge to pull away dry skin from...
gazing blindly at trees, ermine-drenched... -
The sun broke down like honey drips
warming out my soul... -
pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts... -
I saw her wear her
dark night secret... -
The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep... -
We lived in a jungle
when I was a child... -
How beautifully buildings collapse.
How deep their voices are as they die... -
I'm lost in my umbrella
But my jacket's nearly soaked... -
It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning... -
As the day returns
to the sea of becoming... -
Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again... -
She carries with her oceans;
salty waves that when left alone... -
if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
