Adjustment Poems

Adjustment poems delve into the kinds of adjustments people have to make in different phases of life. These poems are notes of experience and sacrifice, compromise and love that each adjustment brought about. If you have ever made a adjustment in life, you will relate to these verses.

Life An Adjustment

Life An Adjustment long poem

It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why

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From A Different Eye

From A Different Eye short poem

Why am I like this? Why am I like that? Why am I…me…? Or possibly, My alienated mind; Exceptionally perceives, Sees the same World, Like you but; From a different eye. My being feels so outcast, Like the most complex

Poems containing references to : Adjustment

Never Give Up The Gift, Life

Never Give Up The Gift, Life long poem

Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have

Finished

Finished short poem

If right hand is unfit for the mouse it can be the left. The mouse is made ready for this adjustment. Both right and left fingers play well on the keyboard and the mind over the screen. Thoughts can still

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and

Sleepy Eyed Poem

Sleepy Eyed Poem short poem

A sleepy set of eyes As I awoke to write A little blurry as I type Through a sleepy set of eyes Blinking once blinking twice To let these eyes adjust Helping me read and think Sinking each word into

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

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Let Us Pray

Let Us Pray short poem

Whatever it is that we may see Whatever it may be that we shall hear Whatever enters our hearts and makes us fear We shall but be silent, and place covers over our ears We shall but look faithfully to

Life – A Journey Through Skies

Life   A Journey Through Skies short poem

Birth of an Infant is like a glittering star over clear sky The infant mind is as coll and as calm as a night sky The growth of an infant to kid is like sun rising in the sky with

Love, Letters

Love, Letters short poem

Means that it is not worth wasting my time worrying about stuff and nonsense, when I have the basics of happiness and contentment. we create our own earth and heaven. we can edit delete, be public, private or not at

Monster

Monster short poem

Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry. What’s the use for you to try. Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts. But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds Your mother must be

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood long poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I borne to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood borne for begging?” I had no answer

Epitaph

Epitaph short poem

No better no worse not a sage nor a devil not a lesser man nor a man enough not a loser nor a success not a prodigy nor senile a bit depressed a bit unwell a bit dreamy a bit

Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes short poem

Open your eyes, Just a simple girl, from what you see But is she as simple as she seems? She seems so normal, not much different But you don’t know what runs through her mind Because you are plain and

The Judge Of The Universe

The Judge Of The Universe short poem

God is the cardinal creator He is the generous giver He can raise a dead to life, being the grantor He can create a thing that existed never He gave what you have He knows whatever you know Your deeds

Midnight Cool

Midnight Cool short poem

Is it springtime brewing gentle raindrops or autumn bringing sea-salt aroma or snowy whispers from a wintry mountain peak reluctant to prophesy those true prophecies during the middle age of the night, as if they may over-heal and crack my

My Hustle

My Hustle long poem

Staring in the mirror searching for hope Feeling only doubt and a complete lack of control My soul reaching out looking for a way out of this hole Even on this path, my dreams are so difficult to grab a

On Hindsight

On Hindsight short poem

Walked we did, and even talked Feeling that the path was same No object nor purpose ever blocked Till one day with none to blame We realised the parallel paths. I could see the world like you No questions asked,

One Planet Many Worlds.

One Planet Many Worlds. prose poem

Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home. None of us, however, live in the same world. The worlds we live in are as varied as the people that inhabit them.

A piece of paper

A piece of paper short poem

The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually

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.

Interface with Bliss

Interface with Bliss short poem

Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity

A Polite Entreaty

A Polite Entreaty short poem

Once it touches it savors, A specialty or a perfect taste, A succulent prep it favors, Abhors that morsel gone waste. Inferno, when spruced with spice Addictive, when trickled sweet, Arctic, when met with ice, Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!

Vagaries Of Life

Vagaries Of Life short poem

Life is like a journey in the train We board the train all alone We share different moments with so many We travel till our destination in their company We alight leaving behind their memory some sweeter,some bitter and some

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee short poem

It is said to have goodness, It could be enjoyed with or without sweetness. Having coffee is the time, To discuss issues which are prime. Watching children play, Or granny flaunting the pot she made out of clay. Putting a

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

A School Shirt

A School Shirt short poem

A school shirt is a memoir; a relic. I left mine several years back tainted underneath the gray box, painted. Written on it were friends’ farewell notes some from lovers some rubbish anecdotes. Tattered was its pocket Ripped were the

Tortured Soul

Tortured Soul short poem

Sometimes you feel all alone, Your world it closes in, There’s no one there to help you, To save you from your sin. You stay awake at night, Your eyes are dry and sore, Nobody else can help you, Your

Corruption

Corruption sonnet poems

The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk

Dreams Of Younger Days

Dreams Of Younger Days prose poem

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

Why

Why short poem

I see a future of war And evil dissent Of poverty and famine And dark discontent A world descended Into desolate gloom All joy and laughter Chased out of the room I see helpless children Lining wasted streets Tattered, just

The Return Of A Lost Lover

The Return Of A Lost Lover short poem

Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

Magical Sleep

Magical Sleep short poem

Thank the stars I whispered You slept well Last night Thank your stars You feel fine To run around And cook your food Thank your stars Your heart beats Without sadness today And the mind is at rest Thank your

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish I could keep crying, But tears wouldn’t fall off my eyes, That way no one would know How weak and desolate I am inside. I wish I could sing madly when I want to, they wouldn’t hear, That