Lies Were Very Cruel

by Satish Verma   Jan 4, 2023


Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons,
accelerating the downfall.

Pomes go red. A
savage invite staring,
to bite the hidden pride.

We never agreed
dividing the river of grief.
Pounding non-stop
like the gorilla.

An endless hole sucks
our sun. Planets have no
choice in the moment
of holocaust.

The birds and bees
fly for the land of brides.
There was no marriage of sins.

Goriness has no excuse
to find another moon.
That was a stranger.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 1 year ago

    by Ricky Story

    ;’( yeah…. I know. As old as time the ocean has floated air on my eyes from the grip of the moon
    You’re really awesome.. be happy that you’re not crazy. Because I think your poems are always what I’m going to read when I get on here. Like some delicious water or a good ole frozen bag of blueberry’s
    Rs