Beautiful Minds Poets

Chandan Bhattacharya, Garbeta, West Bengal, India

Peter, I am yours (A religious guy)

Lifetime
In your decorated garden
I set fire
The ash decorated garden is yours!
You know, my life. I swear
I didn't want to;
Sixteen to twenty
Twenty to twenty-two
I love your poems
Drunk in poetry;
And you are feeling overwhelmed
My Picture
Sometimes Helen, sometimes Anita, sometimes Polly, sometimes Nargis
In your poem;
When the sun inside you does little
Heating me up
Then, one of the four walls cracked in the crack
I saw a curved moon;
And where is that naughty autopsy?
Hint me;
And I, that's the life I am
In the garden of life
I set fire!
And that naughty autopsy bird
Immediately blew me away
Where I don't know!
Poison Nargis as you write
Just a little poison
Nectar I don't want;
Lifetime, my Peter
I know
I know my beloved Peter
I have no forgiveness
Forgive my life, Peter
I know
Your poem's cuckoo
Never calls Kuhu anymore!
When tears
Everything will be over
Then
Towards that dry star
Once
At least once
Look at that dry star
See?
I'm yours, my beloved Peter
I'm yours, I'm also yours;

Peter!

A religious guy

Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, USA

The images
bring you back... again

I lose and find them
on the streets
dawns
and in some talk I hear by chance

Memories of a yellow carnation
shy smile
full Moon
kiss of Life
ecstasy and ghosts

I no longer dance
well... I do not dance with anyone
unconsciously... I do it
following my senses

it's a prayer
meditation in motion
my particular yoga

I'm dancing
at the light of a single bulb
fireflies
amateur orchestras
scattered couples
summer nights
Small town
sand... stars
hangovers

I'm not the one I was
nor... who I'll be
right now
my heart sets the rhythm

How and when
this dance will end
attracts me... the most
mystery until the last words

“ Golden Hawk ”

Nupur Chakrabarty, New Dehli, India

World Inside

I stop my mind.
It still weaves thoughts!
In the still of my mind
where the light sleeps,
I find the sweetest delight

Now I am awake
listening to the calls...
coming from unknown worlds ,
they seem so close.
The stars are so bright!

© 2918 Nupur Chakrabarty

Ajeyemi Abdulwasiu Kolawole, Ilorin, Kwara, Nigeria

Forbidden food

Whose scientists prove;
Not to eat forbidden food?
We have bat eyes;
To find our daily bread,
not blind.
We are blind in eating
The Forbidden food not shy.
We are friend with dog
To share the food.
With our child,
We can not only eat with spoon
But also with our palms.
With our tongues,
We can't taste the aroma
But to fill up.
Whose scientists prove
Not to eat forbidden food?

Toni Leigh Turner Wong, Portland, Oregon, USA

around this great lake
flowers bloom with sunshine's day
the moon cannot wait

haiku & Android Art
(c) tltw 2019

Marilyn Ward, United Kingdom

The sun is setting somewhere
On the earth's vast horizons
Choosing various colours
To say its good bye
It steaks from apricot to fire
Blazes across the sky
Many eyes stare in wonder
At nature's artestry
Some write poetry and sigh.
Lovers hold hands
Waiting for stars to shine
And the world keeps on turning
It's the suns settling glory
Over someone's horizon
Where for them It's time to say
Goodnight

Patricia Picardi, Ingenerio Maschwitz, Argentina

Bad dream

I had a dream,
in which an evil mermaid,
snatched you from my arms,
as it did, with another lost love.
Her beautiful but weird face,
her curly hair, falling on her breasts,
the seductive movement of her hips
and her long legs covered with scales.
You couldn't stop looking
at her sensual dance,
it cast a spell on 2019you and plunged you,
into deep waters.
In my nightmare,
I screamed your name,
but you didn't listen to me.
The sunset covered me,
with shadows and the sun
reflected in those same waters
where I lost you.
History repeats itself,
but this was,
just a bad dream.