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.

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Spellbound

Spellbound short poem

Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth

Pattern

Pattern short poem

Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.

Thinning

Thinning short poem

Undating the memories in final push to cauldron, I said: let the words burn to ashes, in terminal journey, of eternal flight. You turn a blind eye to sun’s venom. Moon, the blue baby in a casket rubbing the white

Wordless Silence

Wordless Silence short poem

Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and

*depression

*depression short poem

There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able

Intensity

Intensity short poem

Trapped in staircase, huddled in dark, you cannot go up. you cannot go down. The succession wars have started again. Bending the laws, molesting, disowning. The predator will get away eating the gold, the paradise. You are left with the

Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Mania

Mania short poem

Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in

Savings

Savings short poem

After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth the sheen comes off the subway and a hanging moon starts rotating a lonely earth. I was afraid of rumors, they were snowballing. The particles were dismayed at medieval thinking so

Bitter Sweetners

Bitter Sweetners short poem

Vexed at a long sit in, after collision we will meet at a canal in the watery grave. You believed in philosophy of giving I would apologize for the slaughter of babies. Pink dolls I wished to know why they

Renaissance

Renaissance short poem

Will you tell me what it was the unknown of the known? When you step into the eyes of stangers you start talking without uttering a single word. Give me back the body, of dark pink matter to understand the

Slipping

Slipping short poem

The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.

Burning Across The Sky

Burning Across The Sky short poem

Like a stingray it stung me tonight the new moon. A live flame lobbing the sparks. The seduction had bypassed the sleezy love of white egrets. When are you going to make a history by failing to fall? Can I

In Making

In Making short poem

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many

Denuding

Denuding short poem

Wearing a skin where flesh had melted in blankness. The moon was sitting on window parting the curtains The sunset accepts the death as final verdict Small scholars will find out the pain of molesting. Estrogen untamed on street rises

No Return

No Return short poem

It was inheritance of age before the mirrors for the language of windows. The high rise buildings always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide and I cannot reach the sky. I want to say what I did not

Puzzling

Puzzling short poem

You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken

Amazing

Amazing short poem

Among the crania, clouds allowed a variation of sky. The hominids stood up and started a stride, with long steps towards noxious future. The cobalt was emitting radiation turning you black, melting your bones, suppressing the marrow. On the thigh

Intellect

Intellect short poem

The hurt begins to move and meets in a funeral procession. For aging fireworks this was the last chance, but lake had dried up. There was no fall tonight of the moon All the stars had gone for a memorial

Halloween

Halloween short poem

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

Absurd Flight

Absurd Flight short poem

Rain of victims. Crossing a parched field a summer moon was laughing like a naked lie. I intend to lie in state, no grass was going to cry. A red spot was growing on your chest. Were you shot in

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Only Metaphors

Only Metaphors short poem

A hidden self portrait in a tar pit I do not want to explore further. Wind was making a big sound the tarp blowing off, I stand naked under the scortching sun. A classless pain rises fiercely I am careless

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963 short poem

My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t

Of Language

Of Language short poem

The particulate allegories were tossed around. The wheels had refused to exit. Unscathed, phrases were erupting in pulses. There was flame and ice Inherent – in the silicate of wedded friendship. Who was afraid of the bed in heydays of

Nestlings

Nestlings short poem

Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?

Wilderness

Wilderness short poem

Why did you have to come in this world to become a medical waste? There was no urgency to dropp in and then remain unnoticed, with no symptoms of life. Later scooped by a dumper you are thrown on garbage.

Sweating

Sweating short poem

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting on the leapless bush celebrating the earth. I was never happy with the anniversary of thirst eating the memories of green. His hand rummages to collect the shrunk berries from my chest. Today the sun