Immenseness of Small Talk | Devapreeta

The artist painted them.Then they disappeared.Only the canvas remainedwith the last time they were seen. When called in for questioning,refused to talk.Just painted curtainsas a signed statement. The tabloid headline read‘Serial killer painted them, then curtains.’A court artist drewthe artist after sentencing. Go to Source Author: aprettykettleofpoetry

Mists in whirlpool autumn is spent summer time shapes events into ordinary lives. Only people are missing in this part of the town. The post People Are Missing | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

I should thank Hans Christian Andersen, author of The Steadfast Tin Soldier (and Jon Voight, for that matter) for shaping me as the man I am now. And of course, I should include Peanuts creator Charles M. Schulz in the group. I have a confession to make: I really am Charlie Brown. That is to…

I am standing in the madness swirl of the rest of the universe All I had to do was open my mind Listen to leaf whispers find the tallest place Breathe in. The post Galaxy | Tandem appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

We are in a revolving door Sensing what we are But trying to rotate In the direction Of what We want to be We reject acceptance The relative prosperity With wishes To be something else To be More than who we are To find the success Our culture defines For us As true and good…

To whom it may concern I tender my resignation I will no longer fetch For though lashings Have lessened canines There is still bite In this old dog My shoes are hard And I shall dance for you No longer Whispers in the dark Will gain decibels in the light Your failed attempts To cut…