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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Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

Cycle Of Life

Cycle Of Life long poem

I don’t know what life is all about But I do know Life is bits and pieces I knew not how I spent the infant days I do have a dreamy sketch of my childhood I have realised how awkward

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew short poem

(A Tribute to and in Memory of Mr. Lee Kuan Yew 1923 – 2015 First Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore 1965 – 1990) I will not weep for you, Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew! For all fathers must

I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

For Crystal Lee Braddock

For Crystal Lee Braddock elegy

I never really liked you Like an orange thrown at a wall Impacting then falling straight to the floor So composed and cool I wanted to be you or build a shrine I’d let you sleep on my pillow to

Love

Love prose poem

Love Some say love is having compassion for those who cannot fight for themselves and trying to fight for them Others say love is remembering always to say “I love you”, “I’m so sorry” or “thank you” or “have a

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

A Missing Memory

A Missing Memory short poem

Ooh.! Daddy… I’ve never known you, Never ever owned you; And the word ‘Father’, Would always remain to haunt; As an unresolved riddle to me. Like a missing memory in me. Although I grew already, Seeing somebody, so much like

Wisdom And Ignorance

Wisdom And Ignorance prose poem

Wisdom and Ignorance The ignorant always attack the weak in packs like vultures While wise men offer a way out of your worst troubles Some ignorant men even come as wolf in sheep’s clothing But are no match for a

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare short poem

Did you see him half-nude before a mirror, bristles on a bear’s chest, his freckled hands stretching towards your chin, unshaved, colorless, talkative like pimples on your finger-tips, the purple of old blood, the gleam of grey teeth. Drink the

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

A Rose To Propose

A Rose To Propose short poem

Aye, the rose stands alone with subtle powers to atone solitude and faith, will behold love between souls unfold Sadness flees, hands clutch tears melt away, hearts touch lips meet, with a tender grace two people face, lovingly embrace Silent

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo!

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo! long poem

I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign

Time Is Not A Constant

Time Is Not A Constant short poem

Time is a mirage to keep you in A continuation of what was and about to begin In sleep we travel far to unknown places from within The subconscious eye that gives us perspective of a singular enlightening The world

If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings long poem

IF I HAD WINGS I’d be with you tonight I wasn’t looking for love when I found you But now you are the biggest part of my life Oh so IF I HAD WINGS I’d take you to The stars

Mother Shanti Devi Mittal

Mother Shanti Devi Mittal short poem

The mother of mothers Your statue remains a reminder A memory that penetrates through all The more you are seen, the much more Your love is felt and judicious dreams are built. Brevity is not for the lions only, In

Thin Veil

Thin Veil short poem

I begin unlearning the script, in irreality, find myself my shadow in intermission envelops the virtue peak of sorrow, silence of space, give your hand, within clarity of reason, inner globe of light, your kiss melts. A water lily grows

Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts short poem

The day you started the drama, it was amazing and wonderful. If I would know than, I would never be on your side. The words I shared and the things I cared, by the time it blows with the wind.

I Am Anne

I Am Anne short poem

Someday while sitting at my table, I’d love to meet Anne of Green Gables, Then My Eight Cousins she would meet, They’re lots of fun and kind and sweet. But I have cousins by the dozens, Their chatter sounds like

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

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The Forgotten.

The Forgotten. prose poem

Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same sun, the same moon that we see today. Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones,