Beginnings Poems

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Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

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A Eureka Moment

A Eureka Moment short poem

I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of

Good Days

Good Days short poem

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

My Friend

My Friend elegy

My friend My lifetime friend You are now at peace. You’ve stumbled through dark tunnels. You’ve travelled, long, and hard. Now time has passed your journey’s at its end. Your pain still edged on my heart and soul and friendship,

The Empty Me

The Empty Me short poem

As empty as light and as dense as darkness. We begin, we finish and know no end. In the woods, in the crowd we remain the same and we strive for the stars holding on the sands. The beauty that

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

Moving On

Moving On short poem

Thoughts need collating for fresher start again Midst environs amiable devoid of societal strain Rise above compulsions rewrite afresh the slate Be one with the nucleus in mystical sort of state

Crib Of Sun

Crib Of Sun short poem

He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish I could keep crying, But tears wouldn’t fall off my eyes, That way no one would know How weak and desolate I am inside. I wish I could sing madly when I want to, they wouldn’t hear, That

Before Abraham Was I Am

Before Abraham Was I Am short poem

(A Versification of the Evoluted Past in the Convoluted Present Tense) Once upon a billion aeons ago, When mucks are gene pools of protozoa; Long before Ape is the forebear of Abraham And amoeba the forebear of ape-man, I am…

Grant Me This Wish

Grant Me This Wish short poem

I play by ear, the concord appears The phoenix labours like a tired flame, Wings inward, My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim; In a nutshell, By the ocean, In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles; Should I Be

A Day That Starts Grey

A Day That Starts Grey long poem

She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows

Written On The Wind

Written On The Wind short poem

Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused. Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way. They fell on my lips deadly mused. I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear, and I

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million

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I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable

Supernova

Supernova short poem

As we grow old we feel useless, It’s not that your Job is Done You are changing yes, another part of your life has begun You have been here and there Been there and done that It is time for

To My Dear Valentine

To My Dear Valentine short poem

I think I have seen you few days before Since I saw you, I’m loving you even thousand times more when free from every worry, from all business shall I spend all my time beside you my princess to have

Poems containing references to : Beginnings

Cathartic Eclipse

Cathartic Eclipse short poem

I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my

Springtime Is Here

Springtime Is Here short poem

Hear the sound of bees with a buzzing sting, Of new beginnings and of what’s to bring. Such vibrant species Arise from this season we call spring. Watch the beauty of flowers as they bloom And you rid yourself from

Suicide Train

Suicide Train long poem

Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of

Foeticide

Foeticide short poem

Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks

Too Good To Be True

Too Good To Be True prose poem

As the days go by, the sun rises & sets to choices & decisions are filled in our voices We look forward & we look back at our visions of our success & remorses We plan, pray & hope God’s

Counting

Counting short poem

One, Too many firsts, Two, We got sand in our shoes, Three, You wanted to keep seeing me. One, trigger word for gay beginnings, Two, times with denim jackets and black bottoms, Three, Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.

Facade

Facade short poem

New beginnings and cries, The hatred and unbound lies, Incandescent retorts that menace, And preys on my existence. Who would say, this creature, Once exuded exuberance? Will you ever give, Perhaps a second glance? This heart will ache, Tears will

Heavenly Abode Lost

Heavenly Abode Lost short poem

The restless weather curses me, Why not fly back to your nest thee; There where you always belonged, Where thy heart longed. The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings, Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.

Family

Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our

Twenty poems of light and longing

Twenty poems of light and longing poetry books

Poems are reveries that call you by name. Like all true loves they arrive in spite of who you are, at your doorstep. Nothing needs to be done except to stay with your longing. They are miracles of compassion; they

Freedom

Freedom long poem

We live in the land of the free. Freedom that is hard to see. Everyday another one of our rights is taken away. Seeing this with eyes wide open sends me to my knees to pray. People that are supposed

Think On These Things

Think On These Things long poem

The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding

September

September prose poem

* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,

The Falling

The Falling long poem

The sky fell on my feet, My nail came off. Left a few droplets of blood, Mixed in the sand. I stopped, I had to stop! But my broken nail gave me a sigh, And asked me to walk on.

Alpha And Omega

Alpha And Omega sonnet poems

As things material have to start somewhere, Like Big Bang or debris in empty space, Might we then ask if space began from where, The same with thoughts, and all, in every case? A god primordial would appall more minds,

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Little Bird

Little Bird short poem

My friend I look at you My friend I know what you do Inviting all to come and see Living free in simplicity Flying through the sky unbound Envy of those on the ground Swiftly soaring eager wings Enticing song

Not That Type Of Poem

Not That Type Of Poem long poem

Sorry death But I’m going to cheat on you With life that is She’s too beautiful With her crisp fresh air days And her sun filled rays In this poem This girl lives for another day I finally wake up

Age And Desire

Age And Desire short poem

Our age is a deciduous tree, sheds yellow desires every year makes room for new ones in the spring of opportunity. Some desires resemble oak leaves, cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms like our plans, albums, possessions. Alas,

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

Come

Come short poem

Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by

Unacceptable

Unacceptable short poem

The voice of good education Echoes through the hall Drowning out even the droning of the fan Solid silence suspended above and between Minds being moulded into something acceptable This is the way forward, we are told The only way

Hell

Hell short poem

I will send them down to hell, oh my oh dear that sounds so swell Burn their houses down to the ground Keep their heads under water to drown Beat them with sticks to their grave For all the pain

A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their