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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God and I

God and I short poem

In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and

Holiday Thoughts

Holiday Thoughts prose poem

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same

Absolute Certainty

Absolute Certainty long poem

Why don’t we do what we are supposed to do? This question is so close to you. We have our lives, we live, we matter. We do some things, not always for the better. Why don’t we change when it’s

A Child’s Eye

A Childs Eye long poem

Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of

Incorporated

Incorporated short poem

Helter skelter in vain he tries. The guilt, the angst he ever denies. A chimp in a suit will he realize? Lost and jaded any surprise?

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

Sisters Are Love

Sisters Are Love long poem

Knock out their hearts,feel the water falls Let’s dare play with the juicy blood balls Scattering of priceless charm in the beats Shattering of heart walls and glassy sheets Sisters are the LOVE For in no comparison with poetry of

Violence

Violence short poem

Some people instigate violence as a means to intimidate and always get their way And do not care who they hurt as long as they make their pay Others just get drunk and do not even remember a thing the

I know love

I know love short poem

Take me out and cut me into tiny pieces and let them be strewn all over the place, ’cause I feel torn.. Take out my heart and carve in it the choicest of blasphemy, ’cause I don’t know peace.. Shear

The Ballad Of Cairo’s Sorrow

The Ballad Of Cairos Sorrow ballad

War planes high, the sky full of rains, a man cries of death, though not because of drugs like meth, Egypt seeking retribution, for the cruelly cinematic execution, for 21 men have gone down under, amid the crying and the

May Be

May Be short poem

May be I am just a passing cloud, Or may be I am the moon in the sky, May be I am just a face in the crowd, Or may be I am the man of your life, May be you never expected anything

When The World Is Burning

When The World Is Burning short poem

When the sun burns And the world screams Do you wish for rain? I like it when it screams The world, what does it scream? Can’t you hear the reason for being here? Don’t let it fall Forget the rain

Friend Maybe?

Friend Maybe? prose poem

As I ponder upon the color in my life a friend brought, I fall into a boulevard of meanings which is difficult to sort, Which compounds a lot of emotions together making a heavy stout, The satisfying talks that I

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me short poem

When I was a kid There was interest, a little bit About toxication It was in my mood “It is a supplement good For health” I bought tobacco one day I remember that was day Of celebration Surprised act for

A Bug Named Jitters

A Bug Named Jitters long poem

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Unforgetting

Unforgetting short poem

Like swapping your face for a tormentor. Stop the rains. I am going home, after a hard choice of peace in sunlight. Give me back my memory. I want to take a flight. Scanning the midnight sun on blue lake.

Chatter Boxes

Chatter Boxes short poem

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

Sky

Sky short poem

So beautiful view to see So beautiful view to feel When i look at this beautiful view I always feels happy And that the power of looking at the sky Birds look so good The group made by birds in

Beware of your Strength!

Beware of your Strength! short poem

She sat gazing at her palms, In them a red bloodied heart pumping its last She watched as it lost the fight Till there was nothing but black and white. She caught a glimpse of my retreating back As I

The Last Snowfall

The Last Snowfall short poem

Descending schools of clear droplets wash away yesterday, Thunder bellows and shakes …stirs thoughts adrift in the distance, trickles of fine creeks merge on the bedroom window pane. ..and I reflect back to a man…an essential friend… His last night.

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

Tears Behind The Mask

Tears Behind The Mask short poem

My shadow couldn’t find the mirror In the meadow of terror and horror Unseen deeds won’t see any of my face Not for sigh, stare, and amaze in balance Covered lips keep a thousand smiles Through the undone life and