Bookcase Poems

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The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

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Poems containing references to : Bookcase

On Esoteric Science

On Esoteric Science long poem

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

Something

Something short poem

It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared

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The Book In A New Look

The Book In A New Look short poem

Take a look At my newest book. Book has magic That defies all logic. Book has leaves And leaves have sieves. A book must speak What comes out of the author’s beak. Improve your looks By simply reading books. Timeless

Fall

Fall short poem

he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages

Lost To Be Alive

Lost To Be Alive ballad

Like the cold old mountains And the sorrowful seas Are there, forever, Immobile; souls and minds. I’m lost, Patiently lost. Like the tender fairy wind, Comes with such magnificent swift. Like the roaring river To be absorbed into the lover’s

Daily

Daily short poem

Take me to the place where the pain is far away To the place when I wake up and I don’t wish I was dead In the magic place where you and me are alone for as long as we

Seven Days Later

Seven Days Later prose poem

It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.

Love

Love short poem

Sobbed I more than bubbling rain, more and more Laughed like shooting sun, on days and nights by your side! Crumbling lips and shutting eyes soothed the love pain, The pangs of arrows in my heart of thundering motions; I

My Room

My Room short poem

My room, My refuge An inspirer, a pacifier A companion in all my moods A critic, a counselor For all I do and seek A haven during troubled times A fortress for my soul to keep It holds my pleasures and

Listen…

Listen... short poem

In your eyes I have seen the fear Of the silence that follows death. Un-erasable, un-quiet-able silence. Of the loneliness that ensues And the realisation – That the dead will never return. That no matter how earnestly you try Conversations

Clock Maker (v2)

Clock Maker (v2) prose poem

Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.

Golden Valley

Golden Valley short poem

Blackened silence was holding the reflectivity, reality was on the run. Exile was complete. Dark secrets, standing on head remained buried in your chest absorbing all colors of sun. A night remembers the friends who went over the hills one

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

Poem For Friends

Poem For Friends short poem

Friends are thoughts of life They make us happy and cheerful moments The real friends are the ultimate stars They enlighten our minds with a colourful smile Friends are ever with us Each day and moment brings us fresh anxiety

With Licorice

With Licorice short poem

Throw yourself on a time bomb howling, breaking the words, twisting the letters, reciting a prayer after the rise of a monomania in the face of mankind. I am becoming poorer everyday by grace of filth all around. Cannot hear

Questions

Questions short poem

What is it that is missing? What is it that is changing? What is and is not worth saying? What prices are worth paying? Who will be here tomorrow? Who won’t be here tomorrow? Who out there is faking pity

The Song Of Life

The Song Of Life short poem

Heartbroken, Alone Silent Trapped by thoughts Strangulating In a dark dream of despair How long will I endure The silence of love How long will I bear The mass of dying hopes How long can I fight The curse of

Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

Insanity

Insanity short poem

High cut walls of hell was born Little devils seemed serene n calm Hot-red fire washed upon all Air around felt humid and warm… Dread, hatred, but not love Could find a place to stay ashore Flesh perished and then

The Other Side Of The Coin

The Other Side Of The Coin short poem

It’s a toss, head or tail but you never know, She shows the head and buries the tail but still you can’t tell, She seems right but what of her other side? Who is there to share the other side

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

Drops

Drops short poem

Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near.. Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just

Love You Mom

Love You Mom short poem

As the day begins and sky turns blue… my heart says ‘Mom I miss you’… the clock moves and then comes noon… my heart says ‘Oh Mom you are a boon’… In the evening when nice is atmosphere and the

You Are My Reminder

You Are My Reminder prose poem

You are a lovely memory; But, today you are only my reminder…. You are my reminder to be careful… Be careful of the people I invest my time in… To see people for what they are And not for who

Friendship Till Now

Friendship Till Now short poem

I went to see the Louvre Thousand paintings but a good few Hundreds of people roaming here and there But not a single friend like you.. Happy,sad,blessed moments We had the pictures framed upon these walls Each picture saying something

Eyes Of My Girl

Eyes Of My Girl short poem

Hiding deep secrets within She got eyes like an ocean Calm like the winds, beautiful as the heaven Shining like a star, burning like the sun She got eyes like an ocean Emotions and stories lost in this ocean Are

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now short poem

Walk with me, till moon rises on the griefs of the dark, and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. On the erected dome when the golden leaves start a flame which throws up an image of a prophet. My

Contrast

Contrast short poem

Afraid of each other we are hiding from farewell. At stake was our nest, you did not want to leave. I think of kissing the dead eyes of a phoenix, I am a flame and I am ash. The clouds

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock prose poem

She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat So steady and strong, like soul mate they were

Me And My Thoughts

Me And My Thoughts short poem

My broken dreams have taught me that the one my heart gained is lost in the swirling tears of my eyes My success in life has taught me that believing in the ability of self matters more than not believing

In Our Minds

In Our Minds short poem

Bent tree, drooping branches, wilting leafs aged from time Knurled fingered, hands wrinkled much like mine. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and time. We are old and that is fine, we’ve aged

A Word

A Word short poem

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

Shattered Reflection

Shattered Reflection long poem

The hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor. Silken shards of sorry souls,

You Torn My Love Into Shreds

You Torn My Love Into Shreds short poem

How delicate is the heart of a man It throbs gently at every beat yet it bears the burden of the man From the things he loves best and the things he loathes so dreadful Of the things he loves

The Sea Mist

The Sea Mist sonnet poems

Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos, Amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea Where lightning strikes furiously across Encumbering clouds of serenity. The wind has torn your bones to white splinters And left your hearts to the mercy of

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers short poem

(America, following a landmark agreement) Dear Mr. President, Was it worth it? Was it worth Selling your country’s freedom, The liberty it is so famous for, For a few extra bucks in your pocket? Was it worth Strangling the creative

I Love You

I Love You short poem

I wonder what I can do To tell you how much I want you To let you know how important you are to me If I could dance for the empress And mingle with the beauty pageants Just to tell

Something’s Changed

Somethings Changed ballad

It’s all the same, Nothing’s changed, It’s all the same Could you lie to me? Yesterday we were together, Today we are not like we used to be. You are you, And again, I am me. The night has settled