Adaptations Poems

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Humans Must Be Crazy.

Humans Must Be Crazy. prose poem

Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with

Now That You’re Gone

Now That Youre Gone long poem

As the dawn comes to sight The feeling of loneliness avail itself With the nourishment of memories, Memories we’ve built together. I lie awake every evening, So scared to close my eyes Because all that is in my mind is

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Exponential Change.

Exponential Change. prose poem

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years

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Withstand This Gruelling Summer

Withstand This Gruelling Summer short poem

Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear Ere we reach the end of this world. Seasoned love of us that has been shaping For twelve years long Is no more left with hope of fancied ripening And is turning fast to

Dream Cloud

Dream Cloud short poem

why dream cloud you hang so low? are all my dreams too much to hold? all my dreams they rain on me. it storms tonight so carelessly. the wind sings songs like symphoines. then thunder and lighting are drowned out.

A Port In The Sea

A Port In The Sea long poem

My life started like a boat in search of other lands where there would be peace, love and hope And travel I did so much in search of a place where I would not be considered a stranger anymore So

The Wind

The Wind short poem

Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where

God’s Nation

Gods Nation long poem

Look around you, how many of these faces do you really know? Could you put a name to each face, or do some people not ring a familiar tone? Do you go to church all dressed in your Sunday best?

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

Warmth Of Hand

Warmth Of Hand short poem

I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine For excellence of love chain let be on one page Let us

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault long poem

Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face

Roses For The Soul

Roses For The Soul short poem

Roses are for the soul, giving peace and poise to one and all. Colours and hues so charming , their enchantment is undeniably heart-warming. ‘Roses’ word full of fragrances, delight to the soul and freshens one’s senses. Awesome flowers having

My True Friend

My True Friend short poem

Hello darkness my true friend, In you I find solace, With the setting sun you come each day, Sometimes early, sometimes late yet unfailingly there. I bury my head in the crook of your shoulder, I lay there waiting, And

Last Night

Last Night prose poem

Last night while the breeze touched my face and moonlight was bright, Last night when I accidently woke up to the soft light on my face, I suddenly remembered that as a little girl I always wanted to stare at

Unconscious Mind.

Unconscious Mind. short poem

I asked him what is it that you like in me He answered I wouldn’t say like I’d say I fancy you, You test me everyday And for us each day is a struggle But when it passes I am

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?

Just Forget It?

Just Forget It? short poem

Well here it is a quarter after three in the morning and I’m all alone again…I wish you would call me or come over and keep me company don’t you know I’d give anything to be your everything again but

Though We’re Dust

Though Were Dust short poem

I walked along a sunbeam for a moment yesterday And things that were hurting ceased their hurting for a time My cheeks felt the windblast of a future yet unlived And my grey muddy puddles turned to pools of light

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

Nights With No Glimmer Of Moon

Nights With No Glimmer Of Moon short poem

Nights with no glimmer of moon In your half-silvered mirror Anonymity silhouettes fading memories Ages ago I was a child trapped In the nightmare clutches of scorn and penury And playmates I had but few I half-remember of an early

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat prose poem

Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also

Baby Face

Baby Face short poem

Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. Your god sits cross legged, clotting. Brown hands on

The Silent Way.

The Silent Way. long poem

I am quiet.  I am the observer amisdst the chaos,  I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans,  Where solace and peace settle,  Making the place their home.  I am quiet.  I do not need any justification to

Suffer In Silence

Suffer In Silence long poem

Many today are lost in a maze Getting caught in a purple haze Wake up late to one of those days Inside we hide behind four walls that bind Yet we are still being crafted in an elegant design Cold

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come, Ready Or Not short poem

Days they end and the years may pass, He’s coming soon and He’s coming fast, I reflect on my life and what I might say, Would I be ready to meet my Lord Jesus today? Is my life in order,

Last Dream

Last Dream short poem

Under a dark velvet moonless sky I am drowning with a wilt rose in my hand Because I never learned well a lesson to swim Not in the hard solid ground I am helpless to stop the waves Too hopeless

Mother’s Love

Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure, In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten, Her life circles around her bundle of joy, Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable, Her morning & evening, one & the same, Whether

Perfectly Imperfect!

Perfectly Imperfect! short poem

I am not perfect and nor are you, I have fallen and so have you, I have made my mistakes and so have you. I have my weaknesses and so do you. You may not have had the same experiences

Wisdom

Wisdom prose poem

What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate? Using it as a power to keep

Life Goes On

Life Goes On short poem

We are all wayfaring travelers, Trudging down our separate roads, Hoping, wishing praying, Someone will come and share our load. There are sunburns on our shoulders, And blisters on our feet, We brave the wildest blizzards, And the scorching summer

The Mystery Of Love

The Mystery Of Love short poem

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

Colours Of Life

Colours Of Life short poem

Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,

Cool To Be A 21st Century Haiku

Cool To Be A 21st Century Haiku short poem

Feels cool to be a 21st century haiku. Not bothered with others’ frowns, scoffs and sneers. Only concerned with widening some unseen folded petals of their hearts, lips and thighs. Softening their flowing molecules of love, making them feel their

A Place To Go

A Place To Go prose poem

Look at your open palms, Observe the crooked lines. They decide your journey, And your final destiny. Just close your weary eyes, Allow me to take you away. Imagination is liberating, For the ensnared spirit. Feel the tension seep out,

Leave him be

Leave him be short poem

Bleak is the light that shone once on horizon it is dusk again before it could be dawn he took the flight thinking love would heal flew too close to sun had not read the fable of Icarus perhaps now

To Be Me

To Be Me short poem

I stood in the sea and watched it wash over me I felt very clean and wet as a wet man could be I sat on the beach and it was warm in the sun shining on me I went

Ephemeral

Ephemeral short poem

Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing

Wish

Wish short poem

My useless body, looks outside the window. Sees the pleasant nature, comes a wish to run across the velvet grass. The lovely rain makes me jealous, of children splashing in the puddles. Once I want to wander, explore the fragrant

What Choice Do We Have

What Choice Do We Have prose poem

Some say when we are born we are like fresh lumps of clay.  There is some structure but rough in design.  Plump with potential so many ways to go.  Much of what we are already mix in the stew.  Hair

Its Time For A Bruu

Its Time For A Bruu short poem

A shrub has matured, acidic earth at the base. Evergreen growing with sun on its face. A journey so long, plucked with craft. With finger and thumb, then lovingly packed. Chosen with vision, experience of structure. The leaf so revered,