Boarding Poems

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Boarding

Boarding short poem

sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at

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To Tame Me

To Tame Me short poem

They sent me to straighten my morals, I was a difficult little girl, And my parents were tired of me. “A devil’s child she is! A liar! A thief! Disgusting!” So, after many scoldings and bashful nights. They sent me

Poems containing references to : Boarding

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant ballad

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was

The Girl With A Book

The Girl With A Book short poem

She dashes just in time for the final boarding call Because airport book shops should never be missed She adores browsing second-hand book stores They smell of memories… like a long-forgotten kiss Bookmarks are more than mere page pointers They

What Is Life

What Is Life short poem

Life is a riddle and to some a game And yet some say a timeless train We cry at birth, as if we know the pain Of sickness, old age and death to blame Along the way some come into

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

A Brand New Year

A Brand New Year prose poem

I thank you my Heavenly Father, it’s a brand new year and I’m still here by your Heavenly Grace and that’s perfectly clear Still there’s fear, I’m stuck in first gear, so in 2017 with so much unseen, on you

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Muse

Muse short poem

Your smile is brighter than the summer sun Your face just stands out against everyone It’s the twinkle in your eyes that makes me wonder Will I get to have you in my happy ever after Oh dearest, I don’t

Sisyphus Eternal

Sisyphus Eternal prose poem

Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

To Be Me

To Be Me short poem

I stood in the sea and watched it wash over me I felt very clean and wet as a wet man could be I sat on the beach and it was warm in the sun shining on me I went

Dear Momma Shakur

Dear Momma Shakur short poem

Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to

Republic Of The Broken Home

Republic Of The Broken Home long poem

In the republic of the broken home, Its the children, who hold fort alone, For those who sit upon the throne, Are away fighting battles of their own. Every morning they arrive at the front lines, Wearing uniforms and memorizing

Onward Struggle

Onward Struggle long poem

“Where the mind is without fear And the head is held high” The words of Rabindranath Tagore, Haunted me day and night. And yet all I could do was to draw a long sigh! For all I could hear, Were

Unforgiven Souls

Unforgiven Souls short poem

Like a gentle breeze the world goes by. Days slip away, why still stay. Few phase if I live or die. Demons no more held at bay. Freely do they roam inside, freely there they hide. Lost inside myself, fell

What Am I To You?

What Am I To You? short poem

“What am I to you? A broken piece of your beer’s glass, Shattered reminders of your past?” “No,” he replied. “You are my beautiful snowflake. Stop this now. I have a headache.” But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt hurt

Anchored Briefly

Anchored Briefly short poem

While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of

Credo

Credo short poem

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip

Bandit Queen

Bandit Queen short poem

She tamed a wolf in her heart wearing turquoise in her eyes she haunts her prey, befriending nocturnal beasts she crushed their testicles for she was made a victim she sipped its juices felt the sharp aroma and slimy texture

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Friday And Work Clock

Friday And Work Clock short poem

Here I enter my bureau cube Greet my co-workers and Mr. Big Blue too. Show them the picture of the latest TV I bought, Because last month’s raise I got! They plan plan plan … And invite selves in my

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

Pondering With Moon

Pondering With Moon short poem

Yes…I know …I know my steps are to end. Darkness awaits ’round yonder bend. Wrinkled and worn have I become, scarred and tempered beneath loyal sun. Neither gospel nor gun, a lantern to be, for the cosmic thicket now welcoming

Withdrawal

Withdrawal prose poem

Our conversations are like kisses to me. Your mouth opens and closes in tandem with mine as we share emotions and intimacies, translating incomprehensible feelings from the hearts of our hearts. I feel you more in your absence than I

Ponderings

Ponderings short poem

Moonless shadows flicker from an ebbing amber candle on the farm house porch just off Old Mill Road, too hot to sleep. Solstice stillness in rural dark deepens following a distant dim lightning flash rumbling thunder this midsummer night. Invisible

Your Lane

Your Lane short poem

When the clouds above our crowns, are gloomy and inky when the roads ahead are dusty and grimy when you and I are apart by miles of distance from a star twinkling bright in the sky till your lane; YOU

I Come To You

I Come To You short poem

Life is so full of uncertainties and it is true we live in perilous times. When faced with difficult situations and not knowing what to do, I come to you. When I find that I need strength to face the

Adultery

Adultery short poem

begins from heart with what eye sees, and what ear hears, passion it creates, unquenchable emotion it turns on; hunger and thirst- it creates between lovers. adultery-forbidden fruit- it lays on table, poison-it presents as dessert, aroma of death, it

Sweating

Sweating short poem

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting on the leapless bush celebrating the earth. I was never happy with the anniversary of thirst eating the memories of green. His hand rummages to collect the shrunk berries from my chest. Today the sun

She

She short poem

now she is blackened ink bled over starched canvas her cursive forms whisper elusive words too many nights wasted on uncomfortable men her eyes roll mouth breathing nicotine air she beckons to me through locked doors

Magical Sleep

Magical Sleep short poem

Thank the stars I whispered You slept well Last night Thank your stars You feel fine To run around And cook your food Thank your stars Your heart beats Without sadness today And the mind is at rest Thank your

Ever Lasting Memory

Ever Lasting Memory english poems

This day you left this world that day I am experiencing hell without you ever since like a Torn kite flying aimless like thick dark clouds hovering creating darkness in noon like Waves over the sea rising to the skies

Hunger calls!

Hunger calls! short poem

I’m fasting now for full four days and moribund is my hunger not me. First day I wasn’t tough though, I thought it will kill me, but slowly I detached myself with this insatiable hunger, it’s dying not me. The

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Forever

Forever short poem

She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her

Always

Always short poem

Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding

Open Cast Yard

Open Cast Yard prose poem

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,

Last Rites

Last Rites short poem

Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready