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.

I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

Walk in the Rain

Walk in the Rain short poem

Overcast and drab evening with ominous shroud dark Distant rumbling crackle akin to giant ignited spark Adding to swelling misery in my moments desolate Craving for little company to someone try and relate Swallowed up with solitude for sane sense

My World

My World short poem

The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,

In loop

In loop short poem

You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.

Inverse Strokes

Inverse Strokes short poem

  Unsullied pallid canvas propped on easel again To paint picture afresh sans any of nasty stain Imagery to be sanguine with cheery kind of feel All gray must dump now for new vibrant appeal A multicolored palette of vivid

Knock

Knock short poem

Like a long forgotten melody wrapped in the mist of time bringing back all the memories good and bad alike you knocked at my door again and sent me reeling into the past long forgotten long lost, long left why

Warped Perception

Warped Perception short poem

While dabbling in multitude a peculiarity stares in face Most of indulgent revelry is mislaid and out of place On probing deep recesses what really comes to fore All evident is make believe and hollow at deepest core Pretentious seems

Let me sleep

Let me sleep short poem

Where is this Where I am right now, Is this the dream, I had dreamt a long time back Why don’t I feel The anguish, I only recently had. Why do I see the colors so vivid How come there

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

Vastness

Vastness short poem

I am a child Standing on the vast sea shore Collecting sea shells to quench My curiosity I don’t know what an oyster is I know only the shells. The waves sweep high above my height The sea sometimes wails

The Uninvited Guest

The Uninvited Guest short poem

Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.

Rise of the phoenix

Rise of the phoenix short poem

My wings are clipped my heart bleeds my eyes have sorrow that you haven’t come to pass my soul lies battered and debauched and my limbs are but wasted my senses make no sense and I am all alone Wish

Mother India

Mother India short poem

Mother India I travelled to you Three years back ‘Twas a moment’s spur Friends thought I’d gone whack Mother India Filled with uncertainty For what was in store Intrepid and curious I reached your belly at Bangalore Mother India With

A Word Of Thanks

A Word Of Thanks short poem

A single word or phrase; a gesture Can trigger a feeling of wondrous rapture To be told that you’re worth more than the drifting sands That daily slip through your trembling hands To be surrounded by so many appreciative people

Monsoon

Monsoon short poem

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

Solemnity

Solemnity short poem

Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of

This too will pass

This too will pass short poem

This too will pass And you won’t have a clue Don’t wait for time to do What it can, to you. Suffering in silence, is not one of my virtues But to utter a silent scream, I have learnt Fading