Analysis Poems

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

Self-realisation does not come when you expect it. It is beyond being aware or understanding your situation. It involves radical thinking Awakening happens when you’re fed up And you want to break the vicious cycle Unchain yourself from what society

I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary

Mind has different roles in realizing life’s goals. It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results

The Joy of Bing Skits zoid When just a whippersnapper of a little boy Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed For doctor removal of my adenoid Less to prevent their only son from being coy Than fear of said

My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We

The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,

I spent a lifetime Trying to be different How can I complain then, That I don’t fit in? Who is this? Why has he trapped me? Illuminated confines of ability. Decorative boundaries of relation. Soft prison cells, comfortably. If it

Listen before I start the story I can’t be more heavenly than the heavens Or more angled than an angel I know I am just as vulnerable Than a vegetable more beastly Then a savage who couldn’t manage the damage

If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A

You tell me you know my pain That it’ll heal on its own That it’ll go away You tell me that you understand my struggle “Oh, i know how you feel, calm down. It’s not worth the trouble” You tell

Pain, why must you stay? I thought you would leave, In a mere day. Pain, I despise you, You consume my emotions, As stubborn as glue. Pain, we have known each other, For quite sometime, If I was a dim-lit

A boat cannot sail with yesterday’s winds, so I live for today, I do not know what tomorrow may bring, so I live for today, life is what it is, life, enjoy while you can, for we are nothing but

From dawn till dusk The clock ticked on One little talk is all i want; Patience had become my enemy Without you I seemed all empty; The smile on your face did win my heart Cause you are the one

The goddess of poem is calling me I take a pencil and some papers I make up my hair with the flowers of words and I wear the necklace of rhymes my hands are shaiking and my heart is beating

Life is a stage, do not get stuck on one phase. Life is a journey, you won’t achieve anything early. Life is an opportunity, where you have to show your creativity. Life is full of colours , just open your

She smiled for a deep need of admiration Her world was of fantasy and delusion Her senses of mental fragmentation She welcomed someone When no one was there She never knew when she was sick Like demons tugging the stigma

You are the only song that I want to hear, A beautiful melody throughout my atmosphere, Your voice fills the darkness, its echo inspiring, The tune that I hear is perfect, inviting. As the shadows draw back and I see

She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate. Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse missing her mother and family very much. Such a short time since she been gone from the earth years ago. Loving the winter with

Doing well in the Land that I love, I give thanks to the God up above. If not for him, I won’t be. He comforts and steadies me. If not I’d fall apart, uncertain and drowning from provocation. I had

Thy lovable face- The boom of life And to seek that Is the charm of life Lustrous What sparks that possesses which sets fire worries of this and that world come whence the waves of exhilaration From rosy lips which

We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death. We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed. Burn it to the ground and ground it down; I love falling apart in your arms. Everyone is going

Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher on point locked in

As I try to put Pen to paper I find that my thoughts Have begun to waver I always thought of myself As being very strong But I’ve been feeling very lost Ever since you’ve gone I cry at night

The Cyclonic storm creates havoc on land The turmoils in life wreck havoc in mind The cyclonic storm floods the land with waters The turmoils in life disturbs the mind with tears The cyclonic storm uproots trees and objects The

That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you

My love for you will never cease. I hope your life is filled with peace. By day’s end, when night is near, You, my sweet, have nothing to fear. I will walk with you always, forever more. so your feet

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

The mind wanders, To that happy place, Still making me smile, Although it has been a while. The mind wanders in between pleasant moments, wondering how would it be right here, right now? It requites then, nodding ‘YES’! It would

I love you so very much Even though at times I do things that hurt. I try so hard to hope that you always see, How much you being in my life means to me. I am sorry yet again

I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before

Energy is power, power is energy, But passion can be exhausting. Everytime I lie, I’m telling the truth. It is not a mountain that lies before me but a range How can God be forgiving if ‘e doesn’t judge? ‘e

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but

I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick

The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my

I searched for tranquility in more ways than one, but yet it is still hard to reach. My soul wonders from place to place without fear or stability. Once I thought I found a home near by the countryside with

Hope in the determinism of love Choosing sides Scallop prayers in the masses Electric angels crossing the war Free will Numbered days Her streets are the labyrinths of regret We meet in a science fiction gun show Minds are weapons

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines