Adelaide Poems

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Adelaide Rain Mirrored

Adelaide Rain Mirrored ballad

His words spoke to me as it rained- of a struggle with feelings drowned by fate! In his poem of beauty he showed- me life drawn by a game of quoits! His words kiss the rain with heed – to

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Where Do The Butterflies Go

Where Do The Butterflies Go long poem

Tears of dews drop glistening Breaks the days of dawn Caterpillars shedding shells cocoon Seedlings awaken up with yawn The little fairies quaintly appear Dancing their dances, all the day long But, where do the butterflies dance to When the

Again Come With Rain!

Again Come With Rain! short poem

Rain brings life and enthusiasm Raises people’s joy and grace, Makes the beloved to think And feel her lover’s presence. Rain drops sprinkles the earth Touches the heart of her, Makes the beloved to see And touch the face of

Midnight Demon’s Ditty

Midnight Demons Ditty long poem

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

The River

The River short poem

A river runs through us the river of life With its twists and its turns, and its banks out of sight (early morning misty light scatters these dregs of the day – O! the unbidden tears) The flotsam and jetsam

Frozen Emotions

Frozen Emotions short poem

All that she knew was to laugh, Spread the cheer around, lend a hand to all All that mattered was to betray her own To caress the pain of her beloved and the rest …for she lived for the world

Intended Void

Intended Void short poem

Self imposed sabbatical is nearly coming to end Time stood as witness all along as true friend Trials it has withstood tribulations too of sort Few were as expected some awfully fell short It needs introspecting to re jig and

You All Are So Stubborn

You All Are So Stubborn short poem

Haven’t I told you my eyes, To refrain yourself from searching for her everyday? You captured every laugh and every smiles with each blink, Still strive to have a glimpse! Haven’t you heard me my ears, When I told you

When I was young

When I was young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

The Way

The Way short poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

Life Is Not A Guess

Life Is Not A Guess short poem

Life is not a guess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live

Fate

Fate long poem

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

Angel Forever

Angel Forever short poem

I wonder… When I look at an empty street… When I look at an empty home… When I look at your empty chair… In a war, how can everything be fair? I look at our young son, He’s just started

An Ode to a Special Mother (Indian Independence Day)

An Ode to a Special Mother (Indian Independence Day) ode

Of beauty, culture and history you are the perfect paradigm, As you resonate through our hearts like a gentle chime. It’s your birthday for the sixty fifth time, We belong to you, just as words do to a mime. Many

Call Me The Educated Man

Call Me The Educated Man short poem

Let me be an educated man, With my suit and tie, As I feel my belly with a lie, Hiding the hollow space with a dashing smile, For I fall not into the trap, My life is all if not

The Lonely Road

The Lonely Road ballad

I walked the street which I found to be lonely On the mid I came to know that I was one and only I traveled the path which was away from sorrow But on the Mid I noticed that the

Couldn’t Believe My Heart

Couldn’t Believe My Heart short poem

After all this time I thought I was over you But seeing you again today just took my Breath away and I JUST COULDN’T BELIEVE MY HEART, here I go again falling in love with You all over again, falling

Alien

Alien short poem

35 years of living should have inured me, if not prepared me, for surviving this planet; but no matter how much of me gets spent, no matter how much of it becomes me, I will always be an outsider; like

Festivals

Festivals short poem

Festivals come and Go The Rich celebrate with gusto The middle class try to appease God and they celebrate too The poor and down trodden left wondering what is it all about When your kitty and tummy is filled you

Damned

Damned short poem

Discarded, on a heap of broken ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an award, for biting the snake. Who was pulling the strings? The temper of a black moon beguiles the sun. The green-pathway was hidden under the rock. Who was

Nature Poem

Nature Poem short poem

for Shimah A nature poem should be about snow hushed woods late at night, a rainbow’s refracted light, counting rings on fallen trees, glades full of honey bees, autumn’s harvest, summer flowers, the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars,

Be Not That Breeze

Be Not That Breeze prose poem

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought

Walking Through

Walking Through prose poem

I walked the roads, and followed every path When at last there was no more I ventured still to pass With hands outstretched and dreams held tight I walked the path into the night I found my way and prayed

The Shepherd Of Fate

The Shepherd Of Fate short poem

Who is the shepherd of fate? Nobody knows the answer to date A rhetorical question that provokes hate Seven out of eight Feel we are the masters of our own fate They say we control our mates They say we

Fear

Fear long poem

We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff

A Change Of Heart

A Change Of Heart short poem

He crossed bluebells in a field Bluer than the emblem on his shield The buttercups danced in the sun Reflecting off the barrel of his gun The wind swayed the long grass And chimed the mighty bells of brass A

Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker

Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker short poem

I looked at the night’s dark sky With the twinkling stars above, The magic they play to the eye Left me mesmerised. The Milky Way And the Great Bear; The shooting star And the pole star; All play their parts,

Away From The Home

Away From The Home short poem

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort, I scratched the years one by one. Between you and me was a river, it has gone now. Are you beyond the imagination? My eyelids bleed, and there is a painful punctuation. Give me fireflies,

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred short poem

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

I Plead, I Just Want To Feel Alive.

I Plead, I Just Want To Feel Alive. long poem

Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

I Stand Still

I Stand Still short poem

All things come and they go leaving behind the ones who stay, wondering into clouds and looking at the sky getting carried away by the wind and stopping by with the rain leaving behind the places that would no more

White Dove

White Dove short poem

Ice cold tears running down from my face but they turn slowly into beautiful flowers My eyes light up this dark and rainy place and suddenly I’ve got back my strong powers I know for now that nothing is changed

Words To Me…..!

Words To Me.....! short poem

“I see words…….. psychedelic words…. fluttering all around and I am stupefied! for they are talking……. like I don’t exist and they ignore like I don’t matter! But they don’t go away even when I scream and shut my eyes

Remember Dear

Remember Dear long poem

remember dear… on that moonlit night when we sat watching the glittering shimmering moonbeams… on the blue waters …you had written my name on the Golden Sands; as a receding wave washed it away… I had questioned? You smiled… snuggled

Way of life

Way of life prose poem

The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the

A Fey Leaf

A Fey Leaf short poem

I saw a golden leaf in the palm of earth, I wonder where it comes from..! I firm to find its cradle. I wander and wander everywhere But I dash hopes of finding the secret. I rest in the earth’s