Ashamed Poems

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At The Big Game

At The Big Game short poem

Last week I went to see the big game. And everyone was there. The N’gina family from 2 doors down, The Cheng family from across the street, The guys I see going to the mosque sometimes, The ladies who always

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

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Demise Or Compromise

Demise Or Compromise ballad

Just like the morning breeze; He comes and goes leaving me to maybe’s. It’s so easy to keep telling one to try; But I’m done asking in vain with your lies. Can’t wait no more as I am out of

Foolish Me

Foolish Me prose poem

You said I was weak so I was afraid to lift myself up. You said I was ugly so I despised my reflection. You said no one loved me so I hated myself. You said I was only a dreamer

Disabled

Disabled long poem

Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences

Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in

Be Like You

Be Like You short poem

You don’t need makeup, or shirts that show your breasts. You don’t have to be scared or scarred. Please, please don’t starve. You don’t need to hide how intelligent you are; Or the fact that you want to be a

2 a.m.

2 a.m. short poem

Let’s get wasted at 2 am and say all of the things that have never been said – you know, while we’re sober, on guard and too ashamed to speak? I want to know what and how you think. We

My Only Answer

My Only Answer short poem

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

Flow

Flow short poem

How can White define the Spread of days, Speed, a haze, The blank slate, Looks barren. The pause button seems too long- Can perseverance deter patience? Maybe, the force of resistance, Has been guillotined, To the blow of flow. Time,

Voices in my head

Voices in my head short poem

You know I hear a few voices in my head They call me by my name They want me dead I should feel ashamed they said But I didn’t listen to them I had you as a friend Hearing them

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

Elegy For My Past

Elegy For My Past elegy

Usually the moon is watching But no light greets me now Please remember me for my thoughts Not my animation. Father can you remember happiness? Am I a manifestation of anger? Guilt? Deceipt? Mother do you feel hurt? What is

Do You Have A Conscience?

Do You Have A Conscience? long poem

Do you have a conscience? Do you have some care? Do you keep some secrets, or one you cannot bare? Do you know the answer? Do you know the why? Do you think you need a simple, solid, alibi? Do

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

I am one of many, Born different and yet the same My blood is red And my bones can break But to some I’m just a number A name Labeled by doctors In their eyes I’m not the same I

Losing Love

Losing Love short poem

If time was faithful to me You would never have neglected me Like others I too would have been dear to you I have already suffered enough of grief and by your disloyalty I am now a wreck I would

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

Too Late

Too Late short poem

I never told you little girl how much I loved your dancing how I loved your little curls and your button nose I never told you little girl how much I loved your singing always too busy to tell you

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

Soul’s Anguish

Souls Anguish long poem

A labyrinth of red washed walls, my heart’s anguish to soar above the clouds. As I trace my scars I think of rose petals. Is my body still asking for restitution? Have I not yet paid the price? My pain

Dearest

Dearest long poem

March twelve of two thousand and eight, It was the start of your birth right. The day we began to laugh and cry, The time when our tears started to run dry. The moment for that we have waited, The

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty short poem

Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish

The Redundant

The Redundant short poem

In a temple without god, They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus, targeting a total annihilation, and liquidation of a beautiful saga. And then, layer by layer unspeakable pain was released. Nobody looked at my red eyes. Half dead, half

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

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

Invisible

Invisible long poem

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

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In Dance

In Dance short poem

Bond of love is so sweet and strong That it does not afford any wrong In sheer ecstasy heart sings a song Under all odds to each other we belong Oh my beloved I cherish your beauty No one is

You are water

You are water short poem

With your hair loose, when you cry your heart out, I say, ‘my love, you are a water fall’. you say, ’yes, I am’. with swaying hips, when you walk down the streets, I say, ‘my love, you are a

Reflection Of Reality!

Reflection Of Reality! prose poem

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

Give A Lift

Give A Lift prose poem

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

Butterfly Flies Away

Butterfly Flies Away short poem

Butterfly as a whisper comes around for a little child happiness is found, he sees a colorful art of life. She stays near the child not afraid of being burnt by the desire. Is it a candle or a child?

Through The Fire

Through The Fire long poem

I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.

The Rose

The Rose short poem

A rose bloomed in my garden a solitary, pink rose. Solitary, but for the inimical companion the thorn. my fingers twitched to pluck the rose for my only love… my fingers stretched to embrace the sharp thorn… in a thorn

Running, Searching, Seeking

Running, Searching, Seeking ode

Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign The one that says your welcome, please come inside The sign that says your wanted The sign that says your mine Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign A red rose resting on

Love Sonnet 145

Love Sonnet 145 sonnet poems

When gloom abides with me tenaciously, To sap my mirth off lame delights you left, I hang on threads, dangling precariously, So loveless now, even of hope, bereft: How could you have chastised with so much stripes, And walk me

Seek

Seek short poem

The world hates you You’re caught in a scrape Everything is untrue You can’t escape You’re caught in a cage Brought down to your knees You’re not a mage In pity, you say please Stop your mind Take a chance

Déjà vu as Poetry in a Klein-Bottle Universe

Déjà vu as Poetry in a Klein Bottle Universe short poem

In a dream that is not mine Muse of Poesy, upon your cue, I follow after a gossamer line Till I versify as one with you! In your Mobius-looped universe Space regresses as time in reverse; We versify lost dreams

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,