Begs Poems

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Your Vote

Your Vote long poem

He comes with a bowl of courtesy and begs you to to fill the Bowl with your valuable vote He promises moon and treats you like God You feel special for his flattering words Come the D-day to vote in

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Life

Life short poem

I know not when I have to quit But I do know I have to quit Life looks so rosy in spite of me often experiencing the thorn Every morning when I get up I feel I am born afresh

Losing Myself

Losing Myself short poem

The pain slowly spreads through my body. While my mind begs it all to stop (to stop the pain, to stop the tears…), My heart refuses to let him go. The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!” But

Beggar And The Greedy

Beggar And The Greedy short poem

Beggar begs for alms with folded hands Corrupt demands bribe stretching his hands Beggar begs to fill his tummy Corrupt take bribe to blow up his tummy People cursing the beggar throw coin at him People fearing the corrupt give

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

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

He Earned The TITLE!

He Earned The TITLE! long poem

A torn shirt, leather tied short and bare feet, Can cover his body but only for a while. Harsh lords and withered rocks and leaves; He can survive in them but only for a while. A happy bird on the

Blood Moon

Blood Moon short poem

Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood! But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much

Pools Of Love

Pools Of Love short poem

Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving

Anemia

Anemia short poem

A sage plant scrambles for the mob, walking out of bed and begs for a death. The adolescence had become graphic. Do you agree with the splurge of moonlight under the street light? The unborn stink was hovering after the

What Makes Me Cry

What Makes Me Cry short poem

When the storm blew away the roof of an old couple. It makes me cry When a husband leave behind his wife and son. It makes me cry When a frustrated mother starts drinking. It makes me cry When a

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

Reflection

Reflection long poem

Looking at my reflection I see a shadow of the girl I used to be. Someone who was once so carefree has turned out to be, one who is broken infinitely. Someone who once was so strong. She is searching

Nurturing Lungs

Nurturing Lungs short poem

A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea And how perfectly made they are My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied While his lungs let go of the tar “If that balloon pops, I shall cry I already feel just like

Introspection

Introspection short poem

When we are Hungry our stomach cries for food and we grab the food to eat while When Beggar is hungry He begs for food but we snub him out to satisfy our hungry stomach When our stomach is full

A Kiwi’s Tale

A Kiwis Tale long poem

Emerald irises up in Parallel rarely meet But now two pairs sprawl and bloom Neon hugs the sides While shades of green begin to colour the night Before long, you’re here Room one-one-seventeen Covered, stretched black divinity As calling, calm

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Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

I Still Remember

I Still Remember short poem

I still remember that day When we sat together at night I still remember what you always say That we will live in happiness and delight I still remember you And what you used to do Now you are not

Lake Song

Lake Song short poem

Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make

Adrian The Great, Canto 1

Adrian The Great, Canto 1 long poem

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

Our Dream Place

Our Dream Place short poem

Golden sand, sun-drenched by day Moonlit by night Soft and warm, her cheeks against mine Barefoot we walk, hand in hand A Picasso, our footprints in the sand Disappear with each incoming tide A salty mist from the sea breeze

The Old Lady

The Old Lady short poem

Walking down the street for a lively walk Saw a pair of eyes which wanted to talk The teary eyes and the gloomy face Asking help for heaven’s sake..! No!It’s not just water from the eyes. It’s a pearl that

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

Must one speak with gratitude? For my eyes fail to see. Must the heart keep tempo? I can hear the wind cease. I taste the morning dew But feel no solace. I feel the window close But touch my destiny.

What Can I Write?

What Can I Write? short poem

What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Too Late

Too Late short poem

I never told you little girl how much I loved your dancing how I loved your little curls and your button nose I never told you little girl how much I loved your singing always too busy to tell you

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

Dreams You Shouldn’t Dream Of

Dreams You Shouldnt Dream Of short poem

Post-human in this unlimited universe Are the dreams of scientists Mutation and cloning won’t be perfect They will cause many side-effects Destroy this wonderful world with undead With many new failed human beings created Imagine if people will never die

Mr. Mischief

Mr. Mischief short poem

There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in

Late Night

Late Night short poem

Take it all, take it all, take it all, I don’t want it anymore take my pen, take my sin, take my hands and heart again, take my eyes so I am blind, and take my feet so I can’t

Scars

Scars short poem

As the pen parades across an empty page, leaving lingering lines that will last for an age, we pause and wonder with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes. As the nib scars the surface of the

One With The Universe

One With The Universe prose poem

What are we? Why are we? How do we? It’s an infinite place and we so very small. We seem so very much apart. Do we even belong, how could ever learn it all? We look out, we look up,

Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears short poem

There’s a world of hate Outside my door And it matters not If you’re rich or poor The brave and the weak Are equally at risk From the enemy within And his evil task Horror no longer hides Behind my

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I

The Comfort Of A Kerchief

The Comfort Of A Kerchief short poem

It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair

I would like for you to be sad

I would like for you to be sad short poem

My love, I would like for you to be sad in my absence, wandering among thorny regions, miserable, drowning in dry leaves, picking little stone to throw at noisy birds and children. My love, I would like for you to

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

Stardust

Stardust long poem

After the pain, some wrath, and more tears Woke up from the trance, which seemed like years The volatile love vaporized to steam Was pinched by reality, out of the pipe dream My heart’d stopped beating and broken apart Residing

Falling Bricks

Falling Bricks short poem

From the blank book can I lift some questions for the lofty hopes when I lost myself near the home? The fear was darting inside the white sores. Keys were lost for the answers and truth fell castrated. The magic