Best Paper Poems

(Dedicated to one of my childhood friends)

You were one of those charming lilies
that bloomed, so fresh, in my springtime pond;
when my homesick wings of longings flutter and soar, 
and my mind alights 
on the periphery of the playparks of the past,
I reminisce all the little...

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paper boat--
how far will it carry
my child's smile






© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)


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I made a paper tree of grief and
those now gone fill up each leaf..
Their faces, their lives, the people
I hold dear, have shaped it's
branches, year after year..
There isn't a root system to feed
my tree.
It's only sustenance is my memory.....

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I am what I meet in
My mirror; a reflection
Of perception, an idea
That’s me. I am a bunch
Of parts, named like 
Constellations of stars
Real enough but labels all
The same. I am me and this;
Fleshy bipedal creature
That snorts and dozes and
Walks and talks and wonders
About, well everything.
I...

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she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface

he is every music video you've memorized
always humming something sweet
he lights all her...

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The page
bears so eagerly
the weight
of everything
inside of me
my pen prostrate
leaves a dent

I muse
this paper could use 
some weightlessness

I make an airplane
instead...

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Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
thrashing about in tangled sheets all night.
I fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.

I believed we'd be together till death,
and yet, you left me all alone and scared.
Without you, I've no...

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Immigrants why do you come?
Whether you are spiritual or mathematical etc. This is our Karma:

Isacc Newton’s 3rd Law
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction—Sir Isaac Newton
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy—Sir Isaac Newton
I can calculate the...

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Rock Girl

You are scissors, and all you can do
is to cut all those paper hearts through.
But I’ve hardened my heart
and before you can start
to destroy me, I’m going to SMASH you!

(Gosh, PD, they won't even permit the ~sign in the title!)...

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 Too many cold nights

would follow these hours

FIrst frost will destroy

the blooming moonflowers

Because,WInter goes and WInter comes

Snowflakes melt our paper hearts

I want to preserve moments

before they' ll be the past

I just want to hold you

and make each second last

I  want to taste your sweet...

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The Paper Clip

They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party

She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat

Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls,...

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Blank white paper
Infinite hope, endless promise 
An inspirational instrument

The artists canvas and lawmakers device
How an absent lover expresses love so precise

So much to say, I’m intimidated by its potential
Fearful to express my true self to you
Or to people exponential

Fear is a disease
A disease impeding me...

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I tried folding a paper crane again the other day
  and  it didn't turn out right

tracing back my folds,
I knew I missed somewhere

unfolding, re-creasing, refolding
just tracing my fingers back

fingers 
    feeling the paper
and beyond

A three-minute fold
times 10 now

Even if I...

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Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.

But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison...

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Transparent smiles and fragile paper eyes
adorn a tender beauty, as a tear
of dew upon a rose in cool sunrise.
A sweet yet clear disguise of yearnings near,
secreted 'neath so tenuous a veil
that slight of breeze would surely discompose
and tear and crinkle. Milky shades of pale,
diaphanous, untrue...

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