Alllivesmatter Poems

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Cold Lost World

Cold Lost World long poem

I hope it will all change eventually Or Maybe it’s just me Maybe I see things differently Or maybe it’s the truth you’re scared to see We are living in a world so cold and lost You must freeze your

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For Students’ Sake – 2

For Students Sake – 2 short poem

Life has been never so humorous It is also not so rancorous. All teachers care for dangerous Children who lead life glamorous. But life my dear is not sonorous; It is much largely murderous. Teachers are the right rigorous, Who

Violence

Violence short poem

Some people instigate violence as a means to intimidate and always get their way And do not care who they hurt as long as they make their pay Others just get drunk and do not even remember a thing the

Seclusion!

Seclusion! short poem

The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes

Respect

Respect long poem

Respect has no face, no color, no race, It should be given to everyone by everyone. Respect should not require one to divert from their own morals and values, It should not depend on your amount of income or the

The Abrupt Agony

The Abrupt Agony short poem

The sun is soaring up the sky the moon has shamed down , the crow commenced crooning with a despised voice , showing the sign of a new morn The mountains donned in a white gown continuing on the edge

The Door

The Door prose poem

(1) The door; out of it there is everything; Flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks flowering with love ready to pass to oblivion, flattering choruses, cola tans, gay

Reminder

Reminder short poem

Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused

Prejudice A Scourge

Prejudice A Scourge prose poem

A scourge Of mankind. Hate A person Before we talk and walk That is no way Right. It is every way Wrong. want a special kind Of prejudice. wish to pre-judge Everyone beautiful Lovely gorgeous Redeemed Forgiven And love them

Coffee And Conversation

Coffee And Conversation short poem

Cups of hot water & beans-Ah coffee! and tongues spewing air laden alphabets; from a lazy afternoon till a hazy evening, coffee and conversation.. Of loves & lies and dreams & sighs, mothers & brothers, fathers & sisters; of passions

A Poet’s Love Letter

A Poets Love Letter short poem

Let me hold you in my arms and kiss you, let me recite the verses of my poor heart which pants day and night for your presence. Your love captures the essence of my soul, your consent to my loving

Primary Group

Primary Group short poem

They were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat like caught fish slap their tails against the ground they cheated on life from time to time smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line faking laughter clasping teeth

Venom and loneliness

Venom and loneliness short poem

A creepy crawling snake wrapped around a twig slithering its way up the rotten branch.. Remnants of a tree trunk after termites had there way the branch snaps the snake falls down… Creepy crawly snake the vicious venomous snake it

Fed Up Of My Life

Fed Up Of My Life long poem

Really fed up of my life, It pains me and kills me everyday… The things appear as a knife, Really Fed up of my life… Don’t know why they want to change it!!!! Today I am sad a li’l bit..

I Am But An Autumn Leaf

I Am But An Autumn Leaf short poem

I’m but an Autumn Leaf
, Twirling, swirling with winds I play
 And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet
, The crowning glory now lost and sway 
All my greens are now russets, yellows,
Rambling, roving in golden meadows
 I sing soft songs

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,

Mind First… Body Later

Mind First... Body Later short poem

We see they are weary, their body in pain, Their memory fails them time and again, They look so scared, so lost and alone, Nothing’s familiar like they’ve ever known. Understanding we must always be, Confusion and heartbreak is all

Temple Of Illusions

Temple Of Illusions long poem

Yesterday I took a trip, I flew across the stars and galaxies and landed on a planet just like ours- Felt the waves wash me as I woke up, Sunshine and bright happy clouds – Grassy pastures, Tall trees swaying

Living On The Edge!

Living On The Edge! short poem

I hang by the cliff Always on the edge Clinging by the thread of my sanity I try harder and harder To climb back And be sane and be stable But my weak hands Do not support me Attain that

I Will Recover

I Will Recover ballad

Heart broke down to pieces Leaving behind reminiscence searching for those ashes Which now can be seen !! I just loved you to the moon You left my heart with wound The patch that can’t be covered My heart will

A Maiden’s Holiday

A Maidens Holiday short poem

when death takes off its stockings it reveals it has the legs of a lady. not just desiccated femurs – luscious calves and plump thighs, the kind that would make noted drunken poets claw free from the grave and wolf

Ode To Winter

Ode To Winter ode

You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are

On A Sea Shore

On A Sea Shore short poem

Small ripples of the lagoon under azure sky… may be life is nothing but a mental satisfaction. How they touch my toes … how they wet my heel… life is so beautiful I can feel, I can feel… Some ends

Next Stop

Next Stop short poem

Two tickets, for a train to down under. Take me with you, for my birth was a blunder. Walking as blind energy, from day to day. Giving up the hope to pray, as I lay, Myself down, in my self-inflictions,

No Gods

No Gods prose poem

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

A Rainbow Team

A Rainbow Team short poem

Here we are A rainbow team A better life Our only dream Look up at the sky There’s a purpose there You can’t deny Stars are everywhere Bright eyes to glow To watch you grow A milky way To dance,

Questionnaire

Questionnaire long poem

Here is for you a questionnaire Are you sure you don’t like it there Do you have extra time in your life to spare Did someone give you a triple dog dare Are you addicted to the feeling of the

Virtual Love Birds

Virtual Love Birds long poem

In the midst of hazy cloudy and misty morning she appeared like an angel looking at me and smiling.. For a moment It struck to me like an Lightening and my heart started beating the romantic tuning and was feeling

*depression

*depression short poem

There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able

Life

Life short poem

Life is a mixture of laughter and sorrows, Sometimes it shrinks and it grows, Sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes tears, But at the end it makes you free from fears. Life will give you reasons to smile, Or it

Empty Glass

Empty Glass short poem

I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who

You’ve Been On My Mind

You’ve Been On My Mind short poem

After seeing you again yesterday I just can’t think of anything else but you, oh your beautiful face your pretty eyes and your wicked little grin makes me wanna get to know you better if you know what I mean

Prison

Prison short poem

Hidden within my locked mind Are words that fight all the time Each one a story to tell All about my prison cell I wish that sometimes They could say Happy times Will come my way But instead the words

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby short poem

A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? short poem

Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s

Madness?

Madness? long poem

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet. Is it madness for our children to

Prior To The Twilight

Prior To The Twilight short poem

In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.

Interpreter

Interpreter short poem

Interpreter, simply the translator machine in between two The only language air carry Those words flow from one Blow to another But sometimes The words waving in between vanishes its meaning Trust changes into rust Friends convert into fiend Life

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time)

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time) prose poem

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had