Akhal Teke Poems

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Akhal Teke Autumn

Akhal Teke Autumn short poem

She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of

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Connswater

Connswater short poem

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

People or Teeth

People or Teeth short poem

The day I lost my very first tooth, I was half way through grade four, I’d run my tongue along the gap, Where my tooth had been before. I remember I went home crying, And showed it to my mum,

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows short poem

The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will

Psychedelic

Psychedelic short poem

Oh my God!, What is this going on ?, Why this rigmarole ?, How can I break the crowd ?, Are all those eyes watching me ?, Or am I asking something wrong ? Oh my God!, Weekend is gonna

Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

And If My Soul Is Crying

And If My Soul Is Crying elegy

It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine… I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities I feel so failed and forlorn, But is that

Be Somebody’s Angel

Be Somebody’s Angel prose poem

Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll land among the stars. Take the time to stop and smell the roses, even if you’re traveling slow you will go far go out of your way to be nice to

Past

Past short poem

Recalling our happy times in our past days, They aren’t as joyful as they were back then. Wanting to go back, And live the days of our youth. Only to deepen the wound more, As we try to remember. The

Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm ode

A storm I think, it is coming through– thunderheads in a blind momentum overthrow the stillness, the cars skid and blare, the men skitter, clouds roar Long deep shadow covered life and love lightening flares down to earth kissing the

Geständnis

Geständnis short poem

I love how your eyes light up at the sound of some game It’s like you have been craving for your own fame I love the simplicity of your hair Because for me it may seem like a warfare I

Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

Oil

Oil long poem

The oil came deep, from underneath. the earth could bleed, her blood was black. But men knew not___ they pierced her skin. It all seemed fair, but deep within. She cried aloud, and gasped for air. They took her oil,

Come Close

Come Close short poem

Look into my eyes when you’re close to me: I want to lose myself in deeper waters than the sea, To drown me in heavens more distant as the farthest star, To feel that finding myself is not something impossible!

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

Someone Loves You

Someone Loves You short poem

There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever

Who Is A Person?

Who Is A Person? short poem

What is a person Is he his emotions The sound of his voice Or the consequence of his choice The wrong he has done Or the poeple he love Is he what his actions suggest him to be Or is

Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation short poem

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

Death- The Culmination Of Life

Death  The Culmination Of Life sonnet poems

What would happen on the day When death tinkers in your life This thought might recoil once It turns a ‘men’ into ‘corpse’ I soliloquy kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears Several examine you by discussing your

Life is beautiful still

Life is beautiful still short poem

Life is beautiful still there is hope though at a far away horizon, there is light though it is beyond the promised dawn, there is love though it is full of peril, there is peace though the path to it

Enlivened Debauchery

Enlivened Debauchery prose poem

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

Our Ascended Masters

Our Ascended Masters short poem

Divinity isn’t bestowed no one interviews you for that job insanity is a big part of the benefits package once you’ve actually experienced Truth you cease if an animal became human – evolution in action – what does a human

Interstellar

Interstellar short poem

If only I could find a way across this vast Milky way; Of puzzling lights & hazy maze And travail of those lonesome days. Across the boundaries known to men Into that giant ghastly glen; I’d sail and swim through

Infidelity

Infidelity short poem

Some play a game of win or lose With the many partners they choose Then try to get down and dirty And forget you without any pity They always play by rigged rules So they always win and never lose

The South Americas

The South Americas short poem

The South Americas Everyone in the South Americas make theft games Minus those who are truly poor Yes, my friend, life is so The most skillful keep from life all its fruits And the most naïve always end up with

What A World

What A World prose poem

Wow what a world we live in. I wish I could power down. Shut off. But I can’t. None of us can. Bills to pay, life to live. Just around and around. What an unfortunate time to be alive ..

The Mermaid Loves The Love

The Mermaid Loves The Love long poem

A dawn is approaching, an aurora is smiling, The morning star on the blue stage, With her wet eyes, drops tears that are boiling, But the dew earth gets is free of her rage, Her soul is happy but the

Near To You, Still Far Apart

Near To You, Still Far Apart short poem

The pain still looms you have drifted away like clouds in vast sky still I can feel your touch You are near to me still so far like a butterfly carried in strong winds memories etched in my heart cannot

Jesus Saves

Jesus Saves long poem

you read your books in school bruh they taught of lessons needed in life some how along life’s way you got lost busting down doors sleeping with dirty whores rap scene was you first priority flirting with fire of Satan’s

Auburn Dawn

Auburn Dawn short poem

I believe, I had not arrived when you were arbitrating between naked steel and the truth. Violence were you. I was watching the burning pyres in a row. Small hands were collecting the ashes, casting glances on the falcons. Why

My First Teachers

My First Teachers prose poem

Here are these few flowers To honor my first teachers Who taught me even before I knew how to communicate . The first and foremost , my mother Who was second to none but Nature She taught me to voice

Without Qualms

Without Qualms short poem

He resumed walking with the sun propelled in river of fire of blunt red and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her, who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree. The vibrations still follow the echo of

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

*Return Journey

*Return Journey short poem

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach

Fly

Fly short poem

Sundown on a January Sunday a blast from the past caught me by surprise although we have been estranged someone could of told me you died, now I am in mourning regretting that we never got to reconcile so but

Stability – Triangle

Stability   Triangle short poem

…..the studies go to marketplace….. STABILITY – TRIANGLE ……He …… he ……. and …She……. He …….. She …….His pride possession …… Was in her …..Prime….. His symbol …of Power …of Wealth….. She was …..Manifestation of His Time……. He saw in

Planet X

Planet X short poem

Dragon on the rise… battle for the Universe And fire in the sky… trouble for Mercury Trouble for you and me…chaos all around World upside down as the Mountains Crumble to the Seas and the day turns into night Every

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;

Luster Of Morning Of Eid

Luster Of Morning Of Eid short poem

In her beauty my beloved is the luster of morning of Eid Perfect is she rest is the luster of morning of Eid Infuse thy radiance in its system THERE As it is being put in order the luster of

When Life Ends

When Life Ends short poem

When I was in his arms Those days were not so pleasant but still calm I don’t have a question ‘How?’ It was sure to come someday And the day is now I’m sleeping quietly in my grave Moving towards