Anaphora Poems

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I See You

I See You short poem

I see you on the dancefloor, a beam of light in the darkness. I see you with my eyes closed, when we share our first kiss. I see you with your clothes off, and I am struck with awe. I

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Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

My father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, a friend to many, a neighbour to some, Is that what I am? Little more than one can see, I am simply me. The thought I smile to, something that I love to do,

Thoughts Unheard

Thoughts Unheard short poem

My thoughts of which I let known Were nothing to me all left alone Some slipt away while others pondered In which mostly all were left squandered Or maybe it’s just a hobby of mine To throw a few words

Nightmares

Nightmares prose poem

Our souls felt cold, and our hearts were dry That was the day my family began to die Though by God’s grace, we did survive, We could not resist asking him why Our lovely daughter met an older guy who

Molten Anger

Molten Anger short poem

And, it tore through dumb claim; the fakes had commingled with the truth. Nowhere my soul found peace. One by one shadows were losing their skeletons. The tarnished face was forced to recant its nose and shrank into hole. Blood

Evil Loses

Evil Loses short poem

He had a point to make People viewed he was good He knew inside stories Was privy to information Actually tried blackmailing Under the garb of advising People fell prey to his ways To people who suspected him He was

Something Wild

Something Wild short poem

That fugitive dream of shrinkage: a room in a room a door in a door. You were hurting the house affairs at midnight. The space accident starts dismanteling the life. Selective pain comes again. You start distancing from story touch,

Streetlights

Streetlights short poem

Stands a tall lamppost on the corner of my street A friend to lean upon as I skip the odd heartbeat Its streetlight flickers above me during the night Sending me a coded message for me to sight It lights

Evermore….

Evermore.... short poem

Life happens. Traipsing on, a path to eternity… The paths unknown, the sands not seen Yet the hearts, tuned to the thought, Love is our lives, lives are for love. The music settles, on our souls.. Gripped in the depths,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore; but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore; the young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

Why Less

Why Less prose poem

WHY LESS? My wife thinks I am worthless My children think I am spineless My boss thinks I am useless My girl friend thinks I am heartless My friend thinks I am aimless My enemy thinks I am boneless My

Knightly Night

Knightly Night short poem

Lonely night Engulf me In your Ocean coloured Darkness Hungry night Swallow me Whole! Take me To your Bloody entrails Ugly night Hold me Close To your scars Lend me An eardrum Pearly night Let me Hold a mirror To

Trust

Trust prose poem

Have you felt it? Little foetus feeling safe and secure Sometimes agitated and fidgeting This to be human will join the race Satisfy family-give unconditional love Obey religion-work without expectations Tolerate politics-be loyal and patriotic I could hear the foetus

Weeping Cloud.

Weeping Cloud. short poem

Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and

Make Her Lucky!

Make Her Lucky! short poem

lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE

The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Double Minded Man

Double Minded Man short poem

A double minded man is unstable in all his ways, His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days. Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed, His very own soul will be his final cost. He wants

Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

All or Nothing

All or Nothing short poem

Been a Christian, been Jew. A Mormon and a Muslim too. After walking each path, finding none quite right, my eyes opened wide to true simple light. To love and hear compassions sweet song, it was spiritualism whispering all along.

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

You And Me And The Devil Makes Three

You And Me And The Devil Makes Three long poem

He was unworthy of her love had no courage to ask for it the devil makes us fear the word no makes it an end instead of a redirection her beauty was the mythical type there are only so many

Worthy Vs Worthless

Worthy Vs Worthless short poem

Brainy you are Brainless I am Happiness gifted to you Sadness purchased by me Tears of Joy flow from you Tears of sorrow flood from me You have reached the skies with resounding success I have bitten the dust with

Perhaps

Perhaps short poem

A thought starts a fire loosening the lips. I want to scream. Between dreams and stars a sky hung with inverted moon. The desire springs a scythe but cannot cut a jellyfish of eye. A sunstroke was speechless without a

Grown Up

Grown Up short poem

All our dreams are crushed, All our dreams are gone, Yet here we sit and yawn. Before we were small kids, Playing around like pigs. But here we are now grown, Silently missing home. Our bones are filled with arthritis,

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Miserable

Miserable short poem

Some get disturbed without reason some feel miserable for some reason Some acts hysterical for unknown reason Little do we realise misery is self created We give importance more to the earthly desires Seldom we understand the importance of our

Rain , Rain , Go Away …………..

Rain  , Rain , Go Away   .............. long poem

Hey Rain ! A blessing though we call you Do you bring the same cheer every time ? Why behave so insanely sometimes Like an enemy swearing vengeance ? True , you arrive with soothing relief When the earth is

The Caregiver

The Caregiver short poem

I held the little machine as it vomited a feverish accordion muted damp of sweat soon joined by tears we played the tune twice with a coda I, the unaccomplished explainer exhorted endurance, prayed for return to bed couch instead,

The Goodbye

The Goodbye short poem

A marble calm under the shaky gaze was parsing the human pain. I would lift the calculated grief from folded earth. You feel badly bruised and racial war becomes anathema. Past the age eyesight dwindles, cannot identify the faces of

The Wait

The Wait short poem

Sitting in silence surreptitiously meditating on the everyday turmoils and confusion that repulses even the most hard-core reality driven populists Thoughts come and go within the realm of preposterous assumptions that convey nothing of importance Just pass the time as

Astoria

Astoria long poem

ASTORIA rising with the darkness Stepping into the velvet of the Night and like a night bird she takes To flight, dark in the shadow of Moonlight as the magic begins again Deep in the heart of the big black

Life Sans Light

Life Sans Light short poem

Life sans light They are sitting in a remote dark room to relax without switching on light. For they want a real light that brings peace and solace in their laborious humdrum life. They toil from dawn to dusk without

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge short poem

It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair

Unexpected Fear

Unexpected Fear ballad

She stands and waits in her wedding gown Like white clouds Floating on her, she walks around she looks out of her window pane Wishing he will come to see her again The broken promise they can mend The fear

An Ode To The Burglar

An Ode To The Burglar ode

You, Filthy fingers that pinched my wallet Crooked skeletons in your closet Using every sliver of shade to hide your face In the blinding, piercing light of righteous day Heart smashing violently against your ribs As you scurry to seek

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

Reason Of A Stoic

Reason Of A Stoic short poem

If someone said to me: “I can’t waste my time just worried about my attitude (like you do), If I did I wouldn’t have my prestigious job, like you don’t; I wouldn’t own my huge expensive house or everything top-of-the-line,

Within Your Glance

Within Your Glance ode

Dedicated to my niece Hiba Awar The Milky Way Shouted hurray!!! The games of life I see you play Let music dance Within your glance Dive beyond my face With a kind embrace Capture the air Move everywhere Near, far