Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Ramayan Part 32 - Jatayu, The Bird Dies

Every forest and mountain,They searched, but all in vain,Sita couldn’t be found,In their non-stop round.They saw at one place,Some foot-steps..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 31 - Rama's Search For Sita

Ram hurried back to Ashram.He was worried about them,He felt tricked by the demon,In his behind-the-deer run.He met Lakshman on the way,From Sita’s..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 29 - Sita Abducted By Ravan

On the safety of Ram,Lakshman was calm,But Sita was worried,And aloud she cried.“Go at once, don’t delay,Don’t you hear his cry?He’s in some..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 28 - Mareecha Turned Golden Deer

“Oh Ravan, please listen,Don’t bring your people ruin,Your action to covet Ram’s wifeWill spell an end to your life.”“It appears, they’re born,Mainly..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 26 - Soorpanaka, Ravan's Sister

On their way to Panchavati,Perched on a big tree,Jatayu, the giant vulture,They met this huge figure.“Sita I shall look after,When alone you leave..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 25 - Years Roll By In The Forest

Moving from place to place,Blessed by the sages’ grace,The forest life went in peace,Thus ran ten years apace.“Princely order you renounced,Why then..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 24 - Demon Viradha Destroyed

Janasthana was a hamlet,Near the hill Chitrakoot,Ruled by demon Kara,A brother of Ravana.They molested all sages,Who left their hermitages,And prayed..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 23 - Bharata's Role As Ram's Deputy

The citizens and the army,Reached a state of joy,To see all the four princes,Along with the three queens.It was their pleasure,And they were sureThat..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 22 - Bharata's Request To Ram

In that peaceful forest, one day,Ram saw a dust storm in the sky,And animals hither and thitherStampeding in great fear.“Lakshman, don’t you hear,A..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Ramayan Part 21 - Bharata Goes To The Forest

On the bank of the Ganga River,A great army encamped there,On the other side of the Bank,Guha saw men of each rank.From the flag he came to..

© Rajaram Ramachandran

Of Messiahs And Masochists

smoke burns my throatinhale this cremation-a savior sat atop his pyre,i watched you die-iris dull and searchingfor a spark of meaning,prophecy's..

© Amberlee Carter

The Still In Restlessness

The promise of rain can be heard on the trees,Whisper on the wind, evening masstossed about, a rose petal leavesthe stem, the comfort of motherfor..

© Amberlee Carter

Cataract

walking down the narrow paththat split like a snake's tonguein the canyon's mouth,with the weight of our bodiesmostly heavy on our heelsto keep from..

© Amberlee Carter

A New Year, An Old Death (A Dream Of Trees)

I can’t sleep anymore,not without bulletsthat blow my brain to bits- or dreamsof trees, that grow suddenlyfrom envelopes sent to me, by dear old..

© Amberlee Carter

Waking With The Taste Of Future In My Mouth

headlights in the rainday rotting, streets slick with rain, headlightsspeak of long distance, journeys abroad, andhomecoming-an empty cemetery road..

© Amberlee Carter

A Ruins

My eyes have turned pitch-blackand my hands as pale as knives.Death is a traitorous fruit with a sweet pit,whose roots runas deep as the heart's..

© Amberlee Carter

I Am So Full Of The World (A Birthday Poem 2005)

It would seem that every year it begins this way.Life: the slow burning pyre fades a littleevery December- and I can do nothing but mournevery spark..

© Amberlee Carter

The Wisdom Of Have Not

I think that as I wished to be,more than a plain paper dream,I became a paper plane with wings,and I think that once I fell, againI became aware of..

© Amberlee Carter

Homogenized

Twenty-four hours have left me here,twenty-four more minute minutes speaking in baritone.Time has stolen from me, wasted my youthful..

© Amberlee Carter

Skins

i raked my nail across your roof,split the forbidden fruitfrom within-then your sky divided,and you began to rain,and i began to drownin a pool i can..

© Amberlee Carter

Late Sunday Afternoon...Or Early Evening

right now someonemeasures his portion of daily bread, drinksthe wine from last year's crop and knowswhichever way the balance sways,his piece of..

© Amberlee Carter

The Longest Mile

I walk with my father intothe heart of the lion,the maelstrom of paternal love-I do not know at this agewhat is to come-but these stars flare..

© Amberlee Carter

Sister Was Dying

Sister was dyingyou looked on in disbelief,late afternoon.you always mourned this way.Drinking from your coffee cupI drank that which gave you..

© Amberlee Carter

My Hands Hold, With Or Without

hush moon,don't sing sad melodies tonight-i get lost in the noise,in the vagueness that you offer.a tug of nostalgia at my heart,i want to forgive..

© Amberlee Carter

Sunny Afternoon

The rattling of the fan kept neat rhythm withthe tumultuous drumbeat in my chest-tapping the insides of my skull,flies twitching their wings against..

© Amberlee Carter