Abstemious Poems

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Hope Of Lost Love

Hope Of Lost Love ballad

Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,

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My Pain My Emotions

My Pain My Emotions short poem

It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire. It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart. It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity. Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most. Love comes with joy

Failure

Failure short poem

As twilight calls curtain to end the day, I feel so small, I tower among ants, As I reckon the faults from where I lay, For nightly rest, even as regret rants; The bells at dusk, now toll for glory

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

If only I had a döppelgänger

If only I had a döppelgänger long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

Dear God I’m Out Here Again

Dear God Im Out Here Again long poem

Dear God! I’m out here again! I was in the home that you gave me to love, I guess I was not a tenant enough for my landlord, When I paid my rent lower than his consolidation price, And so

Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest elegy

Last few glimpse of a lying soul, Was seen behind ten heads Oh! Life, Is so uncertain Gains Maya when alive And attains Moksha ultimately Pride, prejudice, love and sacrifice What’s the point when it means nothing? Afterlife? Who can

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet prose poem

I find something beautifully heartbreaking about the sound of a string quartet playing in a minor key. As the first bow glides across the strings my heart moves in ways unknown to me. I close my eyes and imagine I

The Interview

The Interview short poem

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

I Just Want You

I Just Want You long poem

I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words

A True Friend

A True Friend prose poem

A true friend who will stick with you through thick and thin, on Him you can thoroughly depend. Now you may not comprehend whe He offends, but He will amend because He’s a GOD send. Closer than a brother, father,

Suicidal Wish

Suicidal Wish short poem

For my water god I entered the wetlands. Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent. The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness. The holy moon gives

Camouflage

Camouflage long poem

I want to run away, (she said) From the idea of ‘we’ From everything From you and me… This existence Or lack of it This endless tumult The burden of wish This rowing and rowing to a nether shore I

I Dream

I Dream short poem

Sleep peacefully in the lap of mother nature, Breathe fresh air and walk carefree, Hear the sound of leaves beneath my feet, Feel the raindrops on my face – And smell the wet earth, Fly with the birds, spread my

Let me live

Let me live short poem

Let me live for I have a life let me get a life for I have discovered what zest for living is let me climb the mountains let me swim the oceans let me walk across deserts for all can

I Live In My Head

I Live In My Head short poem

I’m consumed by thoughts of a better place I live there in my head The world ticks around me Full of greed, full of dread I’ve seen the system for what it is A trap that chisels at our nature

Happiest Of All!

Happiest Of All! long poem

How does it feel to see the Flamingo, when the sun is shining through the clouds, while sitting next to the window, the cool breeze touching the cheeks like healing wounds. when I became happiest of all, it is everything

Love Sonnet 127

Love Sonnet 127 sonnet poems

As light raindrops pat mildly on my hair, Reminding of the April drizzles felt; A heavier pour could drench in disrepair, Romantic strolls to fizzle or to melt; We watched torrents pelt our favorite tree, To gush off the boughs,

Guests

Guests short poem

There it was, A beautiful villa, Complete with lots of guards, From inside a cry would be heard, And the moaning of a person in agony, The mission would be in progress The new slaughter house, Trained untamed boys into

Healed Landscape

Healed Landscape short poem

An unusual melody, a reticent antiquarian I will wear my galloping age with your dark eyes. The lines were drawn in the crocus fields. We were fighting for the wild immitative geckoes. A toad stumbles out from the eyelids of

Let Me Live Again

Let Me Live Again short poem

I want the same love again but something is there that resists, I think its the type of life I had ,revolving around everyday’s new twist, Hoping all to be fine I need someone to assist, Again bring that bright

True Freedom True Democracy

True Freedom True Democracy prose poem

After many years of slavery we still end up being enslaved today After many years of exploitation We are still being exploited till today Oh! brother is revolution time is time to live in a real world stand up and

A Life To Live

A Life To Live short poem

I’ve lost my life living in it Though full it is There is nothing in it No joy, no sorrow And there is no tomorrow Perched am I like a crow A lonesome crow upon a lonesome tree A hill

Erin Nicole

Erin Nicole ode

A million drips in a pond, two become one and it’s three so on and on, pull together in fluidity and force a flow through eternally soft and breaking to and back hands that fingers lack caress a shore a

The Raven

The Raven long poem

A black creature sits in front of me A mysterious yet beautiful creature I reach my hand out to touch the creature and it disappears Crafty creature isn’t it? The creature came back again tonight This time right in front

Is It Happiness ?

Is It Happiness ? long poem

I know not what Happiness is I suppose it must be when I was an infant sucking mother’s breast milk in hunger I don’t know what happiness is all about may be what I felt when I became topper in

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

Rupestrian

Rupestrian short poem

My happiness ends here , on a Sunday’s evening after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler after this bright red sunset there will be no more painless, careless,fearless moments the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles,it’s

If A Pillow Could Talk

If A Pillow Could Talk ballad

If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am. If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.

The dawn

The dawn short poem

For those who live in that moment All life is strange. The breeze and wind whispers – New message and mellifluous music, as All flowers are unique with life purpose of their own. The morning chill,breaking sky hues, Fresh dews,

Desolate Redemption

Desolate Redemption long poem

Listening to nothing in my ribcage I see the void growing deep within Playing catch with blame and misery I bleed sense unto past memories. I am machine a part of me is a soldier enlisted to serve broken dreams.

Where is the Key?

Where is the Key? short poem

I am thirsty for the blood It’s raining again, I start to rust My lust, my trust they are all gone It’s all a game of avoiding failure But when you cut me do you think I still bleed? I

I Adore Your Body Odor!

I Adore Your Body Odor! short poem

The whole path to home was filled with incense It has indulged my every sense It has hit my senses to rose It was not the fragrance of the rose It was not the smell of lavender Nor the scintillating

The Women On The Stage

The Women On The Stage short poem

The women on the stage have become a Shaker community I like especially how they make me believe in their imperfections when they talk act together softly squabble each with a unique inner light I’m enchanted by seeing who they

Rose

Rose short poem

Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time

Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived prose poem

Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived

I Wanna Meet You Again

I Wanna Meet You Again short poem

I never knew who you were? A princess , queen or an angel from heaven I dont know from where you come and where you go? But I wanna meet you again The misty benches of memories Do encompass the