Avelyn Poems

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Avelyn Poo

Avelyn Poo short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Pretty Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more then yesterday Little mini mouse

Baby Avelyn

Baby Avelyn short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Prety Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more than yesterday Little mini mouse

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The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

Walking With My Dad

Walking With My Dad short poem

maybe my father was a good but lonely man when my mother died he was all I had and I was all there was left of his world he grew so sad after her death that he couldn’t work anymore

Fight!

Fight! short poem

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;

Hallucination!

Hallucination! long poem

I see the handsome man by my side Wrapping cold his hands around my waist Facing my view with eye to eye levels Pasting his chest against mine Clever he, for feminine my taste Smart me to twist calling it

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

Stray Thoughts

Stray Thoughts short poem

I could understand you just, your habit to speak into your collar ashamed of those eye teeth never dropped down to tear into the flesh of ripe plums or to ring out against the rim of a glass not a

Less To Worry About

Less To Worry About short poem

the day seems to be a little brighter the old smile i can feel returning to my face. the sun is orange. and not darkened over by my lack of self worth. the caterpillars that were in my stomach, turned

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter prose poem

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

Infidelity

Infidelity short poem

Some play a game of win or lose With the many partners they choose Then try to get down and dirty And forget you without any pity They always play by rigged rules So they always win and never lose

In The Night

In The Night short poem

My eyes itch and burn, Rubbing them doesn’t help, Drops by the bottle, Relief however brief held. Vision isn’t what it once was, Bloodshot red pupils dilated, Restless they wander, Rolling around irritated. Fixed on images throughout the room, Narrow

Woman

Woman prose poem

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

The Homecoming

The Homecoming short poem

I heard about a lost island once. The sea-god had taken it back. Yes, I’ve heard that story too. They are taking us to the east This time, by sea and by land, To the land of many a wonders!

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

He Has Risen!

He Has Risen! short poem

His hands were punctured His legs were broken His body was mutilated He was buried in full He has risen on the third day, from the dead He rose heavenward from the tomb In the perfect form Indicating He is

On Fire

On Fire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

Our Hunchback

Our Hunchback short poem

Black skin glows Tough and toxic we are, The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth. The black head is far from light, he said. The squirrel hole you should probe Our hunchback distinct theirs, Which

Delhi

Delhi long poem

Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate, has withstood time and is steeped in history. With its harsh climate and its harsh reality it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being. With pride it says i have it

Reality Strikes

Reality Strikes short poem

The gentle touch of the breeze Unfolds the fragrant petals To have the nectar, the bees And butterfly on it settles. All around is green The nature’s carpet laid. The blue sky above, and The clouds giving the shade. The

Ode To A Soulmate

Ode To A Soulmate prose poem

I remember the years that so quickly have passed; I remember the memories that both of us cast; I remember the trips and the fun that we shared as well as the trials and the times that went bad; I

Closet Keepers

Closet Keepers elegy

Coming out of the closet, a whole new meaning? Meeting you for the first time was like a dream, yes a dream, all of my colours became vivid and bright, I was floating on cloud, I believed it was cloud

The Fiddler At London’s Tower

The Fiddler At Londons Tower sonnet poems

Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For

How Is Your Faith

How Is Your Faith prose poem

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

At the cross-roads I stand I ask myself to answer my questions, My ever lingering past and my evanescent future, I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise. At the cross-roads

Change

Change short poem

People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever

Always

Always short poem

Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

Lost

Lost short poem

When I don’t know where I’m meant to be It’s like being in some sort of Purgatory. A space Where I am out of place, Too close yet far away From any kind of signpost that might say, Hey! You’ve

Exchange

Exchange short poem

This road will not take you to a theme. In wind, a pebble was making different strokes. Hanging stones were hiding the music of poppies. To fill in my glass of silver I place the stitches in images of naked

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor long poem

I blame myself I could blame others but I’m always around I’m the boss I live and I’ll die here when folks say, he was always here so they built the place around him, I’m the one they mean I’m

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

Knowing

Knowing long poem

In some cases you think you know Every little secret info. Of all those you see everyday, Nothing’s there to keep you at bay. Well, then, you should know the person Whom all calls your better portion. All the world

Tongue

Tongue short poem

Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

The Human Lenses

The Human Lenses long poem

You are a concave lens you diverge light rays, Your rays travel infinite on the unseen ways, You travel and travel very high, very high, Infinity is your fate where you die with a sigh, Virtual are images that you

Oh, Moon

Oh, Moon short poem

Oh, silky silver moon, come down to earth, Keenly, since long I have been looking forth. We will have sweet talk by sitting closer, Forgetting all hesitation and fear. Like you, I remain wakeful in night as stars, Waiting for

Idiosyncrasies Of Life

Idiosyncrasies Of Life short poem

The idiosyncrasies of life, Are not difficult to survive. It does seem entangled like a cobweb But to a spider, cobwebs are their shed. Life sometimes has a bovine enthusiasm, Sometimes its fast pace gives me spasms. The idiosyncrasies of