Arrogance Poems

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Me And My Arrogance

Me And My Arrogance long poem

The moment my heart beat began in the safe domain of my mother’s womb was the moment my mother took charge of me Nine months of intensive care in her womb sacrificing her pleasure but enjoying every moment of her

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait

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Ambrose The Toad

Ambrose The Toad short poem

From the land of bestrode came Ambrose the toad, With boring tales of a bureaucratic charade. Why would this old fart, with always the same start, Repeat old stories about the British Brigade? He’d tell you everything he could, Though

Poems containing references to : Arrogance

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

Elegy for a ‘rose lost

Elegy for a rose lost elegy

Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already

Famous Husband

Famous Husband short poem

A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,

The Nursery Lessons

The Nursery Lessons ode

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

Purple Gaze

Purple Gaze short poem

I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

We want peace

We want peace short poem

It is our duty to struggle for the return of our land It is our duty to cooperate and be one hand It is our duty to spread peace in our nation And stop the violence and avoid the separation

The Gender-Males

The Gender Males elegy

When skies slowly turns blue I will be polishing my son’s shoe You know, it rained awfully last afternoon, But sun rose soon Oh what a day? To my man, I’ll have nothing to say I was to dry his

Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet

Joy

Joy short poem

She came to me unannounced,Like a thief. I wasn’t ready for the kind of peace she brought My capacity was too low to store her I wasn’t ready to share my space. So I gave her the wrong part of

Impromptu

Impromptu long poem

Often yet not frequent, I’d see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment, Ne’er ought I insinuate

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

Mockery

Mockery short poem

Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

Self-esteem

Self esteem long poem

Submerged in the bitter waters of negativity I felt like I was walking on air It’s as if my air of arrogance allowed me to defy gravity To make me less dense than a strand of hair I was proud.

A Lasso

A Lasso short poem

Battle remains between white and black, a synthetic truth and a bald faced hornet. Aching violence was spreading on moon. I was tossing around the stars placing the apostrophe in the end. There was a conflict in pain and the

Lilium

Lilium short poem

My last hour, my brightest day; My last walk with the living, in my coffin of regret. Ah, joyous Delirium; weep for me not, for once I loved my arrogance of life, my wine of alloyed memories; now spilled upon

Trump

Trump short poem

When the loud trumpets lie And the slithering mist usher our souls’ demise A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right Dismissing us all like flies This Caesar is no savior His arrogance betrays his hateful designs We remember

My Darling…

My Darling... short poem

My Darling… We are a secret in running shoes. To hide the very nature Of our delinquency, We say our precious words In darkness Lest our hearts be broken. We spill our guts, Scream our pain Precious Pallasite. You named

One

One prose poem

One may be Goodlooking but his Bad luck will not make him a filmy hero One may be intelligent but his Ego may come in the way of success One may be efficient but his over confidence may mar his

The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

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A Secret Game

A Secret Game long poem

She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling

Sweetheart

Sweetheart short poem

I still wait for her every night, Watching the stars with blue light, One is still missing, and might have right, Sometimes, roaming places, kindling a game, My eyes know her unseen delight, And I enjoy her playful absence the

Tapes

Tapes short poem

I’ve been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It’s not that

What Is Life

What Is Life short poem

Life is a riddle and to some a game And yet some say a timeless train We cry at birth, as if we know the pain Of sickness, old age and death to blame Along the way some come into

3 am Sees My Nightmares

3 am Sees My Nightmares short poem

Doubt surrounding The air regret fuelling The hurt While sadness radiates Around the heart My soul fights to Remain untainted but Yet I still feel Chained from the past only Because at the Dawn of Wake My Suffering Eradicates

Breathe No More

Breathe No More long poem

You are missed whenever rain hits my heart Does these drops take my worth to you every season I speak my stories to these silver tear drops for hours Do you get every word of mine? Or Do you breathe

When I was young

When I was young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

The Earthmovers (for Alfie)

The Earthmovers (for Alfie) short poem

away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down march on, march on, over stone

Sunshine In Her Soul

Sunshine In Her Soul ode

I knew a girl with eyes always set on the next mile ahead and a heart longing for oceans she had never seen there was sand in her half brushed hair she always had happiness flooding from her pores just

Fantasy Love

Fantasy Love short poem

There was a boy.. and.. there was a girl… The boy was a Panther chasing wild dreams… The girl was a deer, dreaming mild love… He was roaring on a bright day in the mountains of cloudy world… She was

Coward

Coward short poem

Many a times I came back from the line of control They took the road of fear and crossed the enemy camp I tried to find peace in counting stars The day you put out the fire in fear of

Journey

Journey short poem

Been climbing every mountain And crossing every stream Been dreaming of this pleasant land And of things I’ve never seen Been hanging onto cliff tops Been wobbling on the bridge Been stuck in every canyon And jammed in every ridge

Affection

Affection short poem

And as I look into your eyes; I don’t know? inside — There is a friction, defined my feeling as attraction. Then, I sought your attention ’cause my heart is full of conviction. Indeed —- An emotion — To break

Song Of Blue

Song Of Blue short poem

That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up