Appointment Poems

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Appointment

Appointment short poem

If you are reading this letter, Then your fear has now turned into anger. Our appointment on 26th March… For my absence did not emerge. I wish I could imagine how you felt. Lover’s tears when his beloved has sailed?

The Appointment

The Appointment long poem

Naked in shade, feet tough as alligators even to the steel-belted shreds flicking at weed-tips, the male body knows little peace: it is either a machine for cocking and throwing, heaving emblem of a beast or a tub of sourdough

Appointment With Disappointment

Appointment With Disappointment long poem

That Life is a gift hardly we realise It Life is undoubtedly a Beauty that we know but we see it as murky We rush to get appointment but end up with disappointment Outstanding was I in studies Missed being

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A Rumor Of Mortality

A Rumor Of Mortality long poem

He put on a tie for the appointment, carefully knotted it though while rounding up his necessaries from the scarred top of the old, painted dresser he dropped his keys twice and decided to take the bus His feet were

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Greening

Greening long poem

it bleeds in thin sunset strands filters through within sunlight congealing in layers every day a fat ripeness that makes old folks sob for the urges their bodies no longer answer the pig died like prejudice you can learn about

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Seeing Is Believing, Yet To Feel Is Most Sublime

Seeing Is Believing, Yet To Feel Is Most Sublime long poem

There are those who see nothing in every sunrise And those who see emptiness in loving eyes, They see only the water yet never the sea I just wish they would stop and take heed of my plea, Sunrises need

Wash Day

Wash Day short poem

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to

Seek What’s Missing In Me

Seek Whats Missing In Me short poem

Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my mind’s insults I’m free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what

God’s Way

Gods Way short poem

It seems like rain is thinking something. Everything will be washed away, But will open a new day. Every bit of sadness will flow away, So let’s go. We will find heaven somewhere, Let’s walk on the god’s way. At

Grateful

Grateful short poem

I believe that I can be everything. Dreamer, achiever, the leader. Everything. Son of many nations. Every king. All praise to the creator. Every queen. I’m on mission sent here to tell you. Don’t listen to the system that failed

Elemental

Elemental short poem

Water flows down from highest peaks, Cold as snowflakes on the tongue. Swift as night in winter. Fire leaps from tree to tree, As if by magic. Hot as July in a Tennessee summer. Harsh as a word from a

Him And Her

Him And Her short poem

As I stare into his eyes, my heart beats crazy fast. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Her eyes sparkle, like the stars above us, as her gaze makes my heart

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Cleopatra

Cleopatra short poem

Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands

The Salt Tree

The Salt Tree prose poem

In the road to the South, which hasn’t ended yet, from the yet not finished North, at the ball’s surface which had lost its center and produced sacred shrines fighting each other all along the road, there, that white tree

I Exalt Thee

I Exalt Thee short poem

For so long I have been down so low lost in the darkness of doubt, the Devil kept saying you think and you worry way too much but Jesus said I am the way, the love and the life, his

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

The Window

The Window short poem

I went to the window, and I watched, as the world went by. I saw the little children crawling; with sad and teary eyes. The sky above them was falling, as the hounds of death came calling. I went to

Happiness

Happiness short poem

As I loaf myself on this padded chair I think about all the unpleasant things in my life, I think of those evil days, how my own very existence was endangered. I think of that past and now I heave

Cogito Ergo Sum

Cogito Ergo Sum short poem

For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin ballad

Percy the Penguin lived at the South Pole. With many good friends he would laugh and cajole. They would slip and slide and play in the snow, laughing and shouting and running to and fro. Percy was a happy lad

I Need A Man, Not A Boy!

I Need A Man, Not A Boy! long poem

I wish I could teach you, The ways of men, I wish I could change you, Beard doesn’t make you a man, I wish you could open your eyes, And see the woman in me, I wish you could know

To Be With Him In Eternity

To Be With Him In Eternity long poem

finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon prose poem

My mind is loose cannon.  Nobody has control over it.  Not even me! It shoots off fireballs in all directions in the fond hope that it will hit something.  Sometimes it succeeds in doing so.  And, sometimes it hits wrong

Apple Picking

Apple Picking short poem

Immenseness of the contrast – from blue eyes to red apples, (we must stop apple picking!) from smashed leg to a stone wall – squanders the soft toys of time. A peach colored queen lies in state from centuries to

Together

Together short poem

When we unite behind kindness And love all equally, no more or less, We can achieve the greatest miracle And overcome any obstacle Making a real change in our lives Which already takes the best loving minds And if we

Lunatic Eyes

Lunatic Eyes short poem

My eyes kiss your beauty in trance Lunatic eyes never miss a chance You have taken my heart in glance Love with beauty is in romance You and me can conquer this world This is what pounces as herald Without

The Other Smile

The Other Smile short poem

Death will not measure the height, from which we fall. Not being, the psyche of primeval fear finds its conscience – subverts the softness of moon-eyed life with wealth of green blood in brown bread. And the white candle burns

Dying To Live

Dying To Live short poem

Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these

Aftertaste

Aftertaste short poem

That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep

Winter Wonderland Part 1

Winter Wonderland Part 1 prose poem

A magical icy place full of falling snowflakes that look like little diamonds as the sun’s bright light touches,them making their designs glow as they gently glide to the ground, I can see little baby polar bears hiding in the

Memories Of Old

Memories Of Old long poem

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little

How Can They Possibly Know?

How Can They Possibly Know? prose poem

How will it change when we know? How will civilization be rearranged? All that we known comes from one place and time, one little speck in space. Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.

Confession…

Confession... short poem

As I stare at the empty skies, I hear myself amidst the solitude of night. I close my eyes and think deep About my faith and identity at risk. I am caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Fear, anger, desire

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil short poem

The jogger runs His daily mile His mind far away His face a weary smile The woes of the world Don’t mean a thing to him His world; his life His days are growing thin To be able to complete

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Transformation

Transformation short poem

I’ve hit puberty Now boys look at me I’ve finally stopped growing But my stretch marks are showing Makeup sprawled all over my face My body stops me from running a fast pace Now here I stand wanting more As

Let Us…

Let Us... short poem

The fanatics are but a handful Let them not hold myriads in a fistful Let them not desecrate our realms Let not their tentacles crush us The fanatics are but a handful Let us defeat them in their demented schemes

Winning

Winning short poem

Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your