Poetry Blog by Perdition
Lynne Chi Chi Horridge on Passing Me By (Tue, 11 Nov 2014 10:17 am)
Preeti Sinha on The Pit (Sun, 9 Nov 2014 11:41 am)
Preeti Sinha on My Voices (Sun, 9 Nov 2014 11:41 am)
Preeti Sinha on The Road We Travel (Sun, 9 Nov 2014 11:40 am)
A world apathetic to the pain that apathy wrought.
How much apathy would one want to endure.
Such a delight to endure the degradation.
Ever a joy to degrade so slowly. Into quiet.
Sunday 5th July 2015 8:14 am
I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?
They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.
Tuesday 11th November 2014 9:55 am
Have you ever gazed into a tranqil pool?
its calm and cool, deviod of the haste and struggle.
a ripple can disturbe its calm and somehow only make it more beautiful.
life above it, below it, around it, in it. and it says ever still.
i chalenge you, find that in your citys and your towns.
weve disturbed that tranquil pool. and lost what we did not know we ever had.
... I want it b...
Sunday 9th November 2014 12:04 pm
Once i heard tell of a road in the west
one that runs for many miles.
its full of twists,
Of sadness and of smiles.
a road that will challenge you,
that will kill you if you falter.
a road of love and loss,
and of branches that always alter.
this road is unending tranquility,
this road is unyelding strife.
in the west it has a name.
this road its name is li...
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:36 am
I've wondered at the pain inside
I've wondered at the choices
I wonder about the boy that died,
and why I never lost the voices.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:12 am
I came across a hole one day
I filled it with my soul
But too frail was my soul that day
And too deep to fill the hole
I left it there in that hole, that day
I gave it up for lost
But I'll come back to that hole one day
With much more soul to toss.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:05 am