Poems classified as: Short Poem

As the name suggests, this genre comprises of poems that are short in length and use literary techniques such as meter, metaphor and rhyme. Short poems present the extravagant experiences, the long extensive thoughts in a shorter version. A piece of writing using beautiful or unusual language arranged in fixed lines that have a beat and often rhyme.

Criminality

Criminality short poem

Code of the veil was darkening. You were searching for an unwritten message in bandanna. Rot was setting in flesh. Sludge was becoming a stone for an unmoving stream. The talks had failed. Hand-grenades will explode in shouts later on,

The End

The End short poem

Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection

Momma’s Poetry

Mommas Poetry short poem

Momma! I am your poem. From that mountain hole Too many pains left And from the island of the vexation A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made  a missiles I was fabricated just below your heart  And I am

Blue Whale

Blue Whale short poem

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

A Wall Painting

A Wall Painting short poem

Imperishable, you keep the truth frozen like the marrow, in the limbs of life, producing blood cells when sun rises. Knocking again at a rapist door to leak the secrets of a hidden bed of polity. Contours of a dimmed

Contrasting

Contrasting short poem

It did not stay in bed for long the ultimate. Clouds climbed down from immortality. The sick motherhood. We made love listening to winds draping our ashes. A father waited at the door. I am the sun I am the

Duality

Duality short poem

Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.

Dissection

Dissection short poem

It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.

A Sickened Craft

A Sickened Craft short poem

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole life under the moon, to speak off the inconsistency of happiness, with a monologue of a needle in eyes for a madness of sublime verse. Canoeing in a frozen lake for a stranded rose,

Acrimony

Acrimony short poem

In longest night of pitch-dark space you disappear like an arrow. No star brightens your face. Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets to capture the gullible victim on winter solstice. The snow was falling like sorcery. A little

Blackwater

Blackwater short poem

A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.

Seeking

Seeking short poem

The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as

My Diary

My Diary short poem

Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you

Her Looks

Her Looks short poem

Jinxed out was the sex panel on the honour’s integrity. Deep water a fish was found dead. The destination of your rival was feminism. I was talking of the moon without gender. Your fingers were probing the dancing words, in

Collected Thoughts

Collected Thoughts short poem

Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still

Impoverished

Impoverished short poem

You asked for an explanation for a flame. A bat flies in a passage of pain. A poem becomes an accuser. They were drowning the moon in a lake of blood. A poem sails like a kayak. The snow was

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

Clampdown

Clampdown short poem

It was a dirty war of moat flaying the legs in emotional outburst. No stings. Only mandibles will do the job of chewing on your dark fingers. Flat, the taste of milk: a synthetic formula to eat your entrails. The

New Year’s Mirror

New Years Mirror short poem

In the empty house of snow, though, interred a blade of grass when I was searching one midnight flame in frozen night, on parting lips of darkness. The art of delusion churns the sea for an untitled arsenic, of a

Bracelets

Bracelets short poem

Interned in my own prison beneath the skin, I stop the silver wheels. An aloof sliding, down the impotent rage I shout, I will not buy the flakes. The hirsute nobility of gorillas dancing on knives before striking a lamb

Gifted Death

Gifted Death short poem

Sometimes you want to shut the book and bring out the darkness from bleached words of a lonely march of the tree. How to think or not to think drinking the wine of pain? Baby, do not go into the

Imagination

Imagination short poem

Imagine the dark opening forth light imagine the light breaking forth sun with beaming of rays upon the morn could it be as a darkening storm Imagine and insect on a fallen leaf Imagine the drunken sot asleep on the

Landscaping

Landscaping short poem

Not contentious I will put you in moon for another rain. The invisible sex ticks the gravity of mouth that eats the murder. My body becomes an emperor even for the dust. Not the naked cloud. Blood colors the name

Flowers

Flowers short poem

Giving and receiving is bright when all the flowers make delight to brighten all the days sent in so many ways bouquets are rolled in different colours trailed with dressing of pink bows Hyacinths and Roses makes the most of

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

Distant Lands

Distant Lands short poem

Upon the land far away is something different I dare say the look of sandy beaches and palm trees are set on top of flowing sea reeds where in that distance of the land is something different seen at hand