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.

Into The Lair

Into The Lair short poem

Would not wear the seasoned face. Eye for eye blasting the truth. The path becomes the tunnel. Unending, in pain of speech at the expense of ethics. Under the fingernails they start interbreeding the ideas, crimnalizing the upright past. A

The Touch

The Touch short poem

whispers… in the corridor alone pillars of though brace my gait the thought of illumination permeates my very being how you had fought so hard and fierce the touch awakes my senses in columns of darkened ambers there is silence

Immensely Seeking

Immensely Seeking short poem

And Like that. I had this overwhelming urge. I don’t know what came over me. I asked God is this the route I should take. This habit of association. To weed out what may seem to be selfish. Time is

Off-limits

Off limits short poem

There was a soul-searching after a negative assassination tearing my past, my future. Beneath the burden lies the mountain of bail-outs. You don’t feel whole in shadows of countings. The borders were breached for lavish darkness alive under the full

Resilience

Resilience short poem

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

Drift Wood

Drift Wood short poem

This politics of poverty erupts again, entrapped in arcane script. A code of words will find the fault lines. Coerced to wait in a black book, you start forgetting the rules of game. It hits you when you were writing

Superstar

Superstar short poem

I bask in the glory of your warm embrace As your photonic fingers caress my face, Looking down on me, there you are. Who am I to share in your energy? Why do I deserve your rays to enter me?

Crossing The Deaf

Crossing The Deaf short poem

A siege had an agenda for a suicide match. Treat him with dignity. A proxy face of a serial adultery. The collateral damage will not be undone. The aggressor denies the scrutiny. You will find some upheaved boats in his

These Eyes

These Eyes short poem

within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child drifting ever

Tapes

Tapes short poem

I’ve been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It’s not that

The Wars

The Wars short poem

It is. An explosive denial of an infinite firmness of round orbs. Why were you taking off your shirt to show the scars? it stirs a sequestered allegation. The glare was on my days and your nights. The suicide bomber

Doom’s Day

Doom’s Day short poem

The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika.

Hills

Hills short poem

To be in love. Her heart was a hill that I climbed with slippery soles. To be still in the moments of encouragement. I’d slide down unable to catch my footing. I acknowledge that I wasn’t dressed for the occasion.

What He Is? (part 2)

What He Is? (part 2) short poem

He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me

Moon Beams

Moon Beams short poem

Catching moon beams, walking on crystal air, gliding over the ocean, full of love,without a care. Sliding on a rainbow, jumping on to a star, fire racing across the water, as i drag moon beams on the way. Moon beams

Bare Tongue

Bare Tongue short poem

It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write

Charles Manson

Charles Manson short poem

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate 666 a following with Tex and the rest what was going on inside his head the walking dead tried to blame

My Pen

My Pen short poem

I use you to write my sin, everything that makes my head spin. You know my deepest fears and know all my tears. You have felt my broken heart and tortured soul, like a horror movie doll. You have felt

Darkness At Noon

Darkness At Noon short poem

Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to