Her body (SENRYU)
her body melts in the fire
of love still untouched and unseen
cupid fuels up her desire.
of love still untouched and unseen
cupid fuels up her desire.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
priyanka’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The gust of the autumn wind | 4 | 07/24/2010 |
| The moonbeam (Haiku) | 2 | 03/21/2010 |
| Shadow | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Her body (SENRYU) | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Place to hold my head high | 2 | 11/10/2009 |
| A day full of anxiety | 4 | 11/09/2009 |
| I remember... | 2 | 11/08/2009 |
| Ray of Hope | 2 | 11/08/2009 |
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