Assumptions Poems

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Silence

Silence short poem

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

Poems containing references to : Assumptions

Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

You make your own assumptions of the way that I must be, You draw your own conclusions from the paperwork you see, I’m just a diagnosis, you’ve seen it all before, I see you are surprised when I walk in

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

A Mental Break

A Mental Break long poem

Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the

Hearing Voices.

Hearing Voices. short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But can’t explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

Anguish

Anguish short poem

There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Who Will They See?

Who Will They See? long poem

I tried so hard to tell them but they just couldn’t see, The person they were seeing wasn’t really me, The person I was begging them to somehow help me find, The person that I was before I’d lost my

Bedevil Who ?

Bedevil Who ? short poem

The pulse seems tranquil and still, But they don’t have blood in it filled. Strange, the brain is at bark within. Why this uneasiness seems like an attaching shark? I do sit and endeavour to settle it down, But for

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But cant explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

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Proposal

Proposal short poem

The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon; The legacy of beings of every Earth Lives through its connections. A tale of geese of the morning sky, Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity. Owing to misapprehension of

Eternity

Eternity short poem

An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of

Beyond Their Virtue

Beyond Their Virtue short poem

It was the day , when I saw the marginalized attired brains and the barbarity of the Indian society . I was sitting on a seat , when he climbed up the bus , a young man , around his

Atypical World

Atypical World short poem

A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,

Damned

Damned short poem

Discarded, on a heap of broken ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an award, for biting the snake. Who was pulling the strings? The temper of a black moon beguiles the sun. The green-pathway was hidden under the rock. Who was

Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the

Mind First… Body Later

Mind First... Body Later short poem

We see they are weary, their body in pain, Their memory fails them time and again, They look so scared, so lost and alone, Nothing’s familiar like they’ve ever known. Understanding we must always be, Confusion and heartbreak is all

Wounds And Me

Wounds And Me long poem

Wounds get scratched To the depth of infinities From where I had started Started that journey That I knew will never end But perhaps I imagined it all I imagined I’m carrying along as always Carrying that wound healer with

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon ode

My Contingency Measure in case of…Armageddon Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone,

Yes A Woman

Yes A Woman short poem

Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My

Return

Return short poem

I sat here before Back to the wall The walls spoke of sorrow and fear Now they warm my heart With sparking luminescence Firing bulbs of elegance that Soothe the soul entranced Life has come back In glorious delight Every

Here

Here short poem

Beautiful cool sunny Autumn day breezy mid November Monday in LA looking west through that sloped glass wall that runs the length of the house from north to south I hear nothing call nothing at all you’d be braggin over

Naked Thoughts

Naked Thoughts long poem

As your Super Hero Mum I can be moulded just like gum. You are my children My three in a zillion. Born of the flesh of me I’ll do what ever it takes to protect all three. I’ll walk through

Yeah! What About Life?

Yeah! What About Life? prose poem

Man is such a prisoner even when left alone to converse with his mind and heart. He claims to aspire for cordiality only to live up his distinctive contradictions. He goes through daily crusades with foreigners from himself who have

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Allow Me To Introduce Myself prose poem

I am rage mixed with fire. I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake. I am hurt and abandonment. I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up. I am skinned knees and

Driftwood

Driftwood short poem

I am driftwood I only drift from shore to shore. I cannot anchor, I cannot root, I have no branches, no leaves, and no flowers. I am driftwood which drifts far and wide with the current of the tide. I

Again I Realized

Again I Realized prose poem

Ah! woke up again and I realized, her baby is prettier than her eyes, and looks picture perfect with her hubby in! Then why do I still feel her eyes, staring? and her tender voice clearer than ever! her beauty

Birds And Girls

Birds And Girls short poem

Pretty, colorful flying graces, Gliding in air, twittering everywhere, I have seen their smiling faces, Loyal to spouse, no affair. Working hard, at their best, Collecting something, knitting a craft, Making a nest for love and rest, And to lay

The Painter

The Painter short poem

Behold, you are in the presence of the painter of man May his brushstrokes be kind as he paints your essence He sees right into your soul as he paints the inner you Your canvas is life, may the hues

Only In My Poetry

Only In My Poetry short poem

I wrote these words to tell all my secrets about you. I told you not to exhort, appreciate nor pity too, but I hope you’ll read and take a heed; to all these words though, it seemed absurd. Do not

Peace and Love

Peace and Love short poem

Peace is a candle in the darkest hour. Love is the petals that fall from a flower. Peace is a rainbow arching the sky. Love is the child that keeps asking why? Peace is a dove in a sea of

The Merciful God

The Merciful God long poem

The Lord is merciful and love slow to anger and rich in blessings he does not treat us according to our sin, nor repay according to our faults as parents have compassion on their children the lord has pity on

Oh! This Waiting!

Oh! This Waiting! short poem

Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?

All About Her

All About Her short poem

From the twinkle in her eyes Oh the way they sparkle even when she cries The way her smile rises from each cheek Feelings she gives me that make me weak. They way her hair is somehow perfect done up

Strength

Strength short poem

Words don’t describe a man, so don’t the grades. The journey of a person may take him to the wildest way, We taste the flavor of every emotion, some with joy and some sad. oh! how much I wished I

The Cane

The Cane short poem

It is strong, it is stout It is rounded at both the ends No matter how healthy the aim is It never breaks, it never bends. It swoops like a whip It hits like a sword It stings like a

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes short poem

I had a dream once, One where I flung my arms back And felt a caress so tight. I couldn’t help but feel at home. A place I haven’t been in so long. Night comes as I close my eyes.