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.

The sounds of the drive

The sounds of the drive short poem

The gentle creak of the suspension as i settle into the drivers seat, the sharp click of the key as it turns in the ignition, releasing the steering lock the metallic cough of the engine, as it starts up from

A New Perspective

A New Perspective short poem

I walk through crowded streets trying to find a face I pass by cold stares in search of a warm embrace I get nothing in return… No smile, no stare I walk with emptiness, uncoloured, unaware. Its noisy, I know,

The Songbird

The Songbird short poem

A songbird sings a melancholy song Deep within a forest, dense. No one could hear it, No one around and hence, The songbird he wondered, What he was doing wrong, Should he sing it louder? Should he change the song?

Drowned

Drowned short poem

Can hear the rush of water, change in the tempo of sound as I go down and pop up. They say, sound travels faster in water it sounds very different though, I am drowning I know for sure.. I drink

On freedom

On freedom short poem

I spent a lifetime Trying to be different How can I complain then, That I don’t fit in? Who is this? Why has he trapped me? Illuminated confines of ability. Decorative boundaries of relation. Soft prison cells, comfortably. If it

Another sunset awaits you

Another sunset awaits you short poem

What you seek, doesn’t exist why then the quest? Go back and lie down now, stop searching the horizon like a man possessed. Why let the ghosts haunt; they are but ghosts, Why feel sad and hurt, it was written

Monsoon Winds

Monsoon Winds short poem

Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the monsoon winds come, With promises of relief. Lightly, oh! lightly, the monsoon winds hum, The ordeal of belief. Hark me, oh! hark me, the monsoon winds roar, Sizzling to strike the earth. Darkly, oh! darkly, the

Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story short poem

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

The Ocean

The Ocean short poem

A raven tide silver moonlight scattered. warm waves cover me  like a blanket. a curtain of clouds waiting to be lifted. waiting for the show to begin. the ocean calls out  in soft whispers. a sound no one can hear

Some things

Some things short poem

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

EARTHQUAKE

EARTHQUAKE short poem

The earth shook violently Everybody thought it was an earthquake They rushed out of their homes And took shelter in the open! One Man sat on his bed smiling, Realizing… Knowing fully well… That Mother Earth Had reciprocated The vibrations

Days When I Hate Rains!

Days When I Hate Rains! short poem

And when it rains all of a sudden Water seeps through skin and soul I feel the droplets in my veins A shivering, drenched, shattered whole Something is wrong, somewhere for sure An abrupt pain, I can’t endure The gaps

Food the Leveller

Food the Leveller short poem

With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora

Me First

Me First short poem

What does it take for everyone to be nice? What is it that makes them forgive every vice? I was told all good people go to heaven, But I had a strangeness, A propensity to be intrepid Even before I

Moments

Moments short poem

[Composed in a class room.] Have you felt what an alien face said? From a land not yours of this birth, And thus in a fleet moment beheld, The tiny dimensions of the earth. Have you seen the colors of

Inseparable

Inseparable short poem

I am stuck to you in body and soul A thought, a gesture, a smile, a mole Rewind your days and count me again I sum up more than your restless pain You search yourself in my form To confide,

Naked Expressions

Naked Expressions short poem

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

You Are…

You Are... short poem

In the turbid brooding skies, And restive trees beneath, In the innards of my eyes, And in those shadows fleet, you are. In the scented mountain breeze, And the trembling blades of grass, Where the mist clad mountains coalesce, And

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Playing with perspectives, I lost the original one Lost the hope of ever finding it even and then I saw it coming back to me like a slow motion capture of moments gone by I could see what it meant

Ghosts from the past

Ghosts from the past short poem

I came across a dusty cupboard, Wiped it clean, It was a solid teak structure, With a beautifully carved frame. The cupboard held many ghosts, From my recent past, A tattered book of verses, A hand note of love, now