Balloons Poems

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Balloons

Balloons long poem

1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the

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Poems containing references to : Balloons

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

Euphoria

Euphoria short poem

An ordinary lass, Rolled on the grass! Suddenly she glanced, Upon the blue vast! She wished hard, To gauge it in a yard! But oh! her wishful thought, Brought her what she never ought! Luck besieged her, Life to her

Death on grass

Death on grass short poem

Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the

Kashsho The Bride

Kashsho The Bride short poem

A pretty damsel clad in her White Wedding Gown, As if a heavenly Hoori from paradise is coming, With her jewelled crown. The white transparent veil can’t conceal her beauty, The moon-faced bride is looking extremely pretty. Her midnight eyes

Lupercalia

Lupercalia short poem

Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when

We Are But Humans

We Are But Humans short poem

we are but humans spring-sing soft stars of simple dimples and happy rhymes cold-hold cast figures of quick kisses and broken unbrokens of up-eyes and down-feet-fear of hearts and heads and faces and feathers and scream-dreams and teen-dreams and mean-dreams

Change Directions

Change Directions prose poem

We think that it’s a weeping pity and a crying shame for things to be this or that way. We blame teachers, parents, preachers, politicians, and presidents for things going astray. We claim we knew it could happen, but not

Trees

Trees prose poem

This ungrateful city speaks slowly , not out of shyness because of her short garments , but because its suitcase is overburdened with blood. Bitterly I have been crying since the time I saw her. I cry for my dear

The Flight

The Flight short poem

I am not an Angel but love to fly with wings it is my fantasy flight, to begin with… life is about keeping balance when in the air it can be by helicopter or simply by plane. I use to

Stamen, Stem, Or Side

Stamen, Stem, Or Side long poem

You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles

I Hear You

I Hear You short poem

Her eyes narrate huge stories every time, I try to hear them, Measure the weight she drops on each word, Counting, the gulps after few. Her eye balls dance around, Like butterflies dancing in the ballroom, She hides violent storms

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

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

My Last Days

My Last Days short poem

Last few days at school, where saplings grew as flowering plants, aroused sentiments and camaraderie, friends became relatives, teasers- mates. First and last day in college, turned to be morning to noon. Diffident souls of first day left as inflated

Words

Words short poem

Words …… They are there! Deep inside Ready to give voice. They want to be like caresses, Words of joy and happiness, Softness make braids, Words, remedies to the woes Sweet words that burst Like balloons and they have fun,

Broken Trust

Broken Trust short poem

She had a twinkle in her eyes, smile on her face She trusted everybody she encountered For she thought the world was full of angels Who could do no harm. Her world had myriad hues, her wants were simple All

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The Troubled Faith

The Troubled Faith short poem

That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps

Rails And Companionship

Rails And Companionship short poem

Made of similar stuff, same strength and length we span miles together with constant gauge distance the gap between is constant neither less nor more connections may come and go but our destination is same Aligned and fixed rigidly for

Writing Pain

Writing Pain short poem

I love to write with an Ink pen But my Ink is not an ordinary one With colors like blue, red or green I have an ink pot full of tears Whenever my pen dries I fill it up with

Words Jumbled

Words Jumbled short poem

Today I’m doing a little writing, At times it’s quite frightening. The ink is black, the paper is moist, I like to scratch out words, that is my choice. A lot of thoughts gather round my head; I fail to

If How I

If How I short poem

If I could stay in my space and not walk outside, then live in my head when I go for a ride If I could close both my eyes and pretend I’m blind, then not see the world when I think

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining short poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

From My Journals ‘depression’

From My Journals depression prose poem

Conspicuous characteristic distinguishing self-sustaining of my will to be or not to be … The mind agitated, darkness to be filtered slowly, carefully to sustain its fragile shell … we are shaken not stirred. If only you could have saved

I Change My Mind

I Change My Mind sonnet poems

My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like

The Lost Planet – Pluto

The Lost Planet   Pluto short poem

After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your

Real Estate

Real Estate short poem

I Wonder How Much He Paid For Me? Because He Acts As If I Am His Property. Sometimes I Want To Hit Him Upside The Head With A Plate, Maybe Then He Would Realise That I’m Not Real Estate. He

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

A Riddle

A Riddle long poem

Whom should I believe in this life? For me, life itself is a betrayal Whom should I help? I am also helpless Whom should I give love I also need love Whom should I blame for anything? Blaming can not

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird short poem

Twenty white pigeons, swallowing raw rice, half-staring at me? Twelve white-faced swans, basking in the sun, ignoring me? Eight white-haired owls eyeing me from tiny forested corners? Six whitish foxes and six brown-red squirrels quizzing me? Five pink-white beluga whales

What Is Life?

What Is Life? short poem

Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void

Unabused

Unabused short poem

The bone line travels from flesh to flesh, tears into blood. I was not crude, not blunt. Dew teasers, were my guests with luggage of pain, ready to dip to taste the language of surrender. There was no acrimony between

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Let It All Hang Out

Let It All Hang Out long poem

Audacious says the eyes of blue green black and shiny leather from head to toe, you sexy thing, you sexy thing well and today a new love has found its way to my heart and nothing nothing’s gonna go wrong,

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is

A Requiem

A Requiem sonnet poems

Being a lass she was the synonymous to pretty, i tell you this as i could see, the more pensive she stayed, the more glint of verve you could observe I must have said. Compassionate, gentle and humane can be