Angelique Poems

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Angelique

Angelique long poem

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless

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Faceless

Faceless short poem

We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind

Street-artist In The Sun

Street artist In The Sun short poem

As you pass me by, feed me euros, buy my art… he sits he sits by his easel he sits by his easel in ridged dreads & facial piercings he sits by his easel in the Piazza Della Signoria he

Ruthless Love

Ruthless Love short poem

Without caring how delicate is my heart , she hurt it so badly that every beat of my heart is now crying in agony which hitherto was laughing in ecstasy oh what a ruthless soul she is !! She dumped

Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Golden Valley

Golden Valley short poem

Blackened silence was holding the reflectivity, reality was on the run. Exile was complete. Dark secrets, standing on head remained buried in your chest absorbing all colors of sun. A night remembers the friends who went over the hills one

Transitory Love

Transitory Love short poem

Transitory Love I will kiss your bruises to give you solace I will love you but like a real sincere lover I will take you on just from place to place I assure you you will be under love cover

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,

Clumsy Ginny

Clumsy Ginny short poem

Clumsy Ginny, hit her back, Sliding on an icy track, Getting up she heard a crack, T’was a bone popped in her back. Clumsy Ginny couldn’t walk, Hurt so bad was hard to talk, “Got to stay there in the

Longships

Longships short poem

Casting off the shores, bound for faraway lands. Setting sail on dark seas, uncertain, unknown the travails that await. Crew steeled for adventure exploration fame glory. No turning back. Humanity departing. Longships rising, slow gracefully plumes of power moving beyond

The Spider Legged Elephants

The Spider Legged Elephants prose poem

Where are the spider legged elephants now That trekked across the red horizon, the hush Of twilight trailing just behind them in their wake? We saw them towering over the vast savanna Shimmering in the atmosphere The tall grass waving

Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her

Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her short poem

Shame took over. The eyes caved in. Rolled inside the skull. Tears dropped making a pool, an ocean. Anger took over. The eyes bare a stare. You won’t be able to bear. They will pierce through you. Don’t look here.

Run Along…

Run Along... short poem

Run along… In Rain In Sun Along Rivers Thro’ Mountains Thro’ Forests As long as you can As far as you can Run along… To find new horizons New Spheres New People New things Run along… So as to be

Atonement Of Art

Atonement Of Art long poem

will you look at what I made soft wood and sharp blade without plan or hint of a plan except those impermanent currents and etchings in my mind a fragrant wood and beautiful grain oil and even the noise the

Ode To Mr. Turkey

Ode To Mr. Turkey ode

Half past five Coffee hits an empty stomach Gun clean, cameo on Headlights in the driveway We don’t talk much on the drive This time is for quiet contemplation Although we try We know we might take a life Most

Sarcastic

Sarcastic short poem

Rose appears rosy when accepted by a Beauty Rose becomes thorny when rejected by beauty Mind is in upbeat when one gives respect Mind is disturbed when got snubbed ones mind when pure makes other feel secure One whose nature

The Rue Of Separation

The Rue Of Separation short poem

  ” Somebody should annihilate my-self, It’s an Albatross like some pelf ! Loving somebody is a feeling of two in one, Alas! Now ‘I’ and ‘You’ are jettisoned ! Cross to bear that silence without you, Such silence brought

Phantom Lover

Phantom Lover short poem

She comes to me, My phantom lover, in the night, Wraps her sweet, dark Arms around me, And sweeps me to the heights And depths of her desire. Passion pulsing, crowning, Sailing, swirling, drowning. Through the years this dream survived,

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling

Circling

Circling short poem

A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

A lifetime spent keeping life on track, Just to save oneself from any setbacks! No singing and dancing on life’s cruise; A ride without any fun, what’s the use?! Rather than comprehend nature’s truest gestures Better carry out wonderful adventures

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament short poem

I tire of the feelings of dread That envelop my heart every day. The dread, and the hopelessness, That fuels this necessary evil of life. Analysis, thinking, computation, Makes my brain overheat Like an outdated machine under pressure. But still

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

He Grew Darker !

He Grew Darker ! short poem

The screams became louder, and he grew darker. Money which we call a sign of progress took its way through under table, The day rape victim was ashamed of herself, humanity went unstable. But let’s not focus about us because

Rains are here again

Rains are here again short poem

Rains are here again, I am surrounded by hues of blue and grey in the sky, with sunlight filtering in sometime. The earth has wrapped herself in the fabric of flora and fauna has not stayed behind, the buzzing of

The Bride

The Bride short poem

It’s twilight in the city But my heart is beating fast, I’m waiting at the alter To meet my English Lass. I take her in my arms, And kiss her icy nose, Then we dance across the ball room Me

Radicalism

Radicalism short poem

The coming of a that to dismantle the comb, unstilling trees under tracer bullets swaying in embrace for moonmilk. The unzipped planktons in sea open their mouth to supermoon for a night dive in a green passion. Does it need

Stand By Me

Stand By Me short poem

Now I bend my knees, from my heart I plead to your honour please, for you to stand by me. At times I stumble and fall, like a crumbling wall but I stay humble and call, for you to stand

We Don’t Know How To Cry

We Dont Know How To Cry ballad

I have finally come to the spot Where the rubber meets the road. Where you open your eyes But cannot see. Any farther than the grave. Many years of struggle and pain. A story with a beginning, A miserable middle,

The Walk Within

The Walk Within short poem

And the years end to which end! Walking into the mist Trying to find life in a gist Exposed in the nights of yesterday Prancing in the lights of today Freedom we seek Our hearts we speak, We, the ones

You Inside Of My Mind

You Inside Of My Mind short poem

Up and down, Something special happens inside of my head When I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figure out what I don’t know. Left and right this is my way Close

Who Am I ?

Who Am I ? short poem

Who am I ? A speckle of dust. A life half-lived. Like a puppet, if you must. Who am I ? Assortment of all things unsavoury. A blemish on his canvas, Still a part of his story. Who am I

Unseen Hand

Unseen Hand long poem

Struggle in life I knew not Childhood I spent like a prince Youth I could enjoy to the Brim Adulthood turned me to be Robin hood I could scale the peak in my profession I was the most Loved life

Glorious

Glorious short poem

My death, your friend, pretend to end this suffering of sorts, I grin It’s clear, as looking through a window, of what I see in thee a din Don’t ever forget you are a boy who met a man triumphantly

City Of Stones

City Of Stones short poem

Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills

Only A Storm

Only A Storm short poem

(Written for my little brother Eric, Feb. ’85, when I was 14). As he cuddled softly in my arms like a helpless young fawn, I could feel his heart race with fear and see his fists clench with every boom

The Path Taken

The Path Taken sonnet poems

Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path

Hive

Hive prose poem

Chastened by expectations. Seasoned by trial. All journeys begin the same. Roads diverge, yet all end at the same destination. Experiences vary, stories differ. But the results the same. Progress occurs by the nectar left behind. In this way, the

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite