Today Is: Monday, April 12, 2021 10:51 AM. Our Topic of the Week: Memories

Check our Help area first!

Comments? Suggestions?

Contact us now!

We like hearing feedback from members on how to improve the site!

Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: December 23, 2016 22:12:56 Average Score: (Needs 2)
Views This Week
Members: 0
Unique Members: 0
Guests: 443
Total Views
Members: 1
Unique Members: 1
Guests: 551

Type: Unspecified
Category: Inspirational Add To Favorites | Text Only
One day I will meet you 
on a dirt track 
and ask about back yard 
where moon lives. 

Will you give me a kiss of the clock? 
I have forgotten the back years. 
Autumn now takes care of my assets 
and I keep on erasing the names. 

O, harvest moon, donít go away. 
I was playing with the black thoughts 
eating the yellow grass, 
learning the alphabet of white pain. 

It was a crystal midmoon, dark animal, 
who has taken away all the tears.
Author's Notes:
Report Offensive Poem.

'Oldie' Copyright © Satish Verma
Copyright is property of the above author or group. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Click here if you feel this poem is in violation of a copyright.
Click here to send this poem to someone!

No comments


Check for Announcements.
on our Home page!

User poems are sometimes graced by images and textures stored on our site
courtesy of, Sandy Hradil, and Sherri Emily.

Welcome, Guest!

Become part of our
friendly community
of on-line writers!

Join today!
Forget Username or Password?

Members On Line: 0
Guests On Line: 77
Members in Chat: 0

Happy Birthday

We Thank You!

For your donations
and subscriptions!

Copyright © 2003-2021  All Rights Reserved. Use of this site is subject to certain
Terms of Service rules which constitute a legal agreement between you and
By providing links to other sites, neither approves of, endorses, or gurantees
any information, opinions, or products found on those sites. Users follow links at their own risk.