Billions Poems

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We Are The Ancients

We Are The Ancients prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in

Poems containing references to : Billions

You Matter

You Matter short poem

You look up at the night sky with those sad, swollen eyes of yours. Closing your hands, you place them over your heart, and you tilt your head up towards the stars. There’s so many of them. You observe an

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

Messi!!

Messi!! short poem

The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His

Declaration of love

Declaration of love short poem

It’s no secret, The love you had for me. Go ahead admit it! I need to hear it, I’ll forget, But in this moment, I wish for you to say it. Had a couple of rough years, latest challenge, I’m

Lost Somewhere

Lost Somewhere short poem

Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a

Rural Encounter

Rural Encounter short poem

You get on those farmland roads and go hammer down the essence of America freaking out the visitors and immigrants so much empty space with roads sticking into it like acupuncture on a cloud that need for speed thrilling the

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Corruption

Corruption sonnet poems

The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk

One Planet Many Worlds.

One Planet Many Worlds. prose poem

Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home. None of us, however, live in the same world. The worlds we live in are as varied as the people that inhabit them.

The Grand Experiment

The Grand Experiment prose poem

It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in

Surviving Attention

Surviving Attention short poem

She’ll only dance as long as you don’t watch her a heavenly symmetry in the distance between elbows, knees. Gravity is only a suggestion while she progresses through nameless steps, her unplucked body stepping across thresholds billions of sisters have

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

Dreams What Do They Mean

Dreams What Do They Mean prose poem

Have you ever dreamed you could fly with no limit to how high? Or dreamed you could outswim any fish, do what you wish? Maybe a dream where you though you had control, in those you must be careful you

Prince Of Peace

Prince Of Peace prose poem

He came to serve and not to be served But billions of people stand to serve Him He was not an orator But He spoke concepts that were never spoken He has come with no credentials But become incredible credential

Humans Must Be Crazy.

Humans Must Be Crazy. prose poem

Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with

Perspective And The Journey.

Perspective And The Journey. prose poem

Our Universe is unimaginably large. Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy

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When We Met

When We Met short poem

When we met for first time, Our relationship was thinner than water. When we kept on meeting, Our relation became thicker than blood. When we talked for first time, The conversation was shorter than the twinkling of eye. When we

Departure

Departure long poem

Looking at this photograph its so shocking to see that which I have never seen I cannot put a voice to the face I now see as I have never heard the voice! My wish as a little pea was

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

Untouchables

Untouchables short poem

Softly planted… not by hands but by our hearts Beyond the reach… of eroding winds, of the days caustic sting A place made… by a weathered touch by inner kisses We are the untouchables… prey only to our own fears

I Believe I Can Fly

I Believe I Can Fly short poem

I’ve got many obstacles in my life, but I’ll never give up. Once when I planned to fly, I thought that I will reach high but I just got a chance to try. I ignored it as my first attempt.

The Rat Race

The Rat Race short poem

I am taking part in a race-the rat race Where all that matters are marks and grades And all I gain is unnecessary tension. I am clueless when you ask me to apply my knowledge For what I have learned

A Girl’s Stride Along The Masculine Road

A Girls Stride Along The Masculine Road long poem

All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

You and I

You and I short poem

Making the best of what we had Was our first deal. Pity it was not Enough. Just a Pre–destined route. Our place is now deserted. Wretched Like an unfinished song. It’s the same For both of us. Who do you

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

The Abysmal Tear

The Abysmal Tear sonnet poems

She gets up, coerced in her stark layers of imagination She gets up, from the wind that brings, this and from her own receding name What is she? A soul fashioned from collapsing ideas or merely a reflection? Reflection of

Judy

Judy short poem

I hear her giggles and my heart- leaps with beats before my kisses. She knows she puts my nerves to test- but I know she is my favorite mess. She runs around until her hair- sticks to her forehead and

Faith

Faith short poem

Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

Silence Of The Heart

Silence Of The Heart ballad

Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my

Hero

Hero short poem

Some times I feel disenchanted from the ordeal that is life. How good it would be to let go completely to have a free fall or get out of the rat race stand aside and laugh at the world even

The Scream

The Scream short poem

A tiny seed was planted a time ago.. In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil, A lone main sat on a bridge look into space Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed… It lit a

Wonderful

Wonderful long poem

Chanrashekhar working in an Advocate’s chamber One room insufficient, two are in possession there He jumps from one room to another for nothing Starts talk to clients in one wing, completes in other wing There where the very client is

Moonlight Magic

Moonlight Magic short poem

Sweet moonlight shone down on earth A single beam broke through the clouds Dancing across ripples in the lake Sneaking into a window pane Where a pair of eyes open wide in awe Little feet patter on the floor Tiptoed

Stubborn

Stubborn short poem

I’ve never been very good at listening. I imagine that I resonate with a piece of you that reminds me of the same piece of me. When I come face to face with this piece. I realize that not everything

Photograph

Photograph short poem

An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful

This is not a season of the expected

This is not a season of the expected prose poem

Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and