Booklove Poems

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If I Were A Book

If I Were A Book short poem

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

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Hauling

Hauling short poem

for self deception sulfur fumes incite mood swings soaring to clean the malice, reaper of gravity zero what was the price, of a tongue, mimicking the greatness? between birth and death, for survival of crotch, undressing the fear, terror inflicts

The Soldier’s Funeral

The Soldiers Funeral short poem

A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to

Heaven

Heaven short poem

Heaven is a gate of truthful bliss! Enchanted kingdom of People of God, Fascinating lights of happiness. Heaven welcomes different blood, No more pains and tasteful odd. Heaven is a promise for someone who has faith. Everyone will taste the

Off The Cliff

Off The Cliff long poem

A narrow path with cliffs on the sides, I am walking along it since a time — Unaccountable… the path veil’d by Mist ahead! I see no end, neither can I relive that time when I started… Dark cloaked strangers

A Dream Not Fulfilled

A Dream Not Fulfilled sonnet poems

Lonely nights came by , Dark nights passed by, One night dream couldn’t last long, One moment there and then you see blur. Martin Luther King Jr had a dream but it’s not fulfilled. I had my dreams but it’s

Girl In A Flower Dress

Girl In A Flower Dress short poem

It’s pretty- Mysterious- To me, Can you not see it? Truly- It almost hurts- Terribly- I’ve fallen for it, yeah, quite predictably, Quite hard, I guess I know, quite selfishly, as well. But the flowers can never never come too

Story Of A Butterfly

Story Of A Butterfly short poem

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

Woodrose

Woodrose short poem

The whole truth was porus, a hard punch on my face. We stood on the edge of lies. Body twisted at several places, mutually hating, yet telling sweet nothings, bored umpteen times like eroded hisses. The shrieks belie the red

The Huntress

The Huntress short poem

There’s no reason to care I, am just a ghost No one special Merely trivial The one you call upon at night I make you come alive Though I, am just a ghost Not the keeper Some kind of lover

Gulf Of Mexico

Gulf Of Mexico short poem

Walking the white, white sand and watching the sunset makes me feel so sad that you’re not here with me to share what all the other lovers are sharing intimately well it leaves me feeling crazy over lonely in the

Never Stop Dreaming

Never Stop Dreaming short poem

Dream to shine, like a meteoric and dazzling son, To remove the darkness from the universe, So never stop dreaming, to accomplish your aim. Dream to pluck up courage, to be bold enough, To force the windstorm, to change its

I Am A Blade Of Grass

I Am A Blade Of Grass short poem

I am a blade of grass, Green from inside out, I am a small fragile life. The relentless scorching sun sucks every bit of life from me, The rains drench me from root to leaf; The wild animals crush me

Grandpa’s Photo

Grandpas Photo prose poem

We used to have a house, ignorant of his birthday anniversary. Its wall was hanged on a black and white photo, The photo hanged by a thread made of the fur of a goat coming from pre-Islamic era, The thread

Winter Rose

Winter Rose long poem

Here comes the snow again some people love it, I hate it I’m more of a Summer kinda guy it’s much too depressing to me being coped up inside looking out my frost covered windows and seeing no sun up

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme sonnet poems

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme, Heroic quatrains is the other name; I like the way the simple verses chime, And faintly echo like a song’s refrain. I took the air, rather hale and hearty, I thought I’d have a

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling

Emptiness

Emptiness long poem

When I was born you were right there, You raised me with true love and care. You fed me, clothed me and loved me dear. Too young to realize, hard to bear… I’ve grown up without you here, Mom. Even

My Dearest Love

My Dearest Love prose poem

You are my inseparable love that always accompanies my shadow everywhere I hang about Your are dazzling halo of love that spreads fragrance of warm feelings and emotions You are my succulent and luscious holy beloved who is always and

A Die Hard Mission

A Die Hard Mission short poem

A man with an ambition Is on a die hard mission. One man with a vision Can accomplish any mission. Go on a mission After each and every vision. Fulfill your missions WITHOUT ANY INHIBITIONS. Ask for a commission After

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

The Cryptic Soul

The Cryptic Soul short poem

Her cryptic soul a storehouse of overflowing emotions. Guarded by the invisible cloak Her mind, a mess, the questions that raise. The shadows by her which stalk The body, the soul, The mind that howl All of her lost in

Clarity

Clarity ode

Through the veil of mist and uncertainty your smile split the haze, and between its part I saw a truth that shook the chains of my creation to a crumble. What was my reality became the unwanted memory of a

Yours Only

Yours Only short poem

A city prepares to die. What is the real time now for blemishing the skin of a man? In your violet eyes I will find a moon for an encounter. An alien wall comes up between us.We cannot shed the

Want To Make A Difference?

Want To Make A Difference? short poem

Want to make a difference? then show love Love is something people can’t get enough When with their beliefs we don’t agree We need to love them you and me Let them see Jesus living within Let them see we

A Poet

A Poet long poem

A poet Is someone who just paints A rainbow of Eros In the raining skies of the lovers Beyond their horizon of lust, Below their zenith of thirst. And Someone Who lets them imagine The preponing of all seasons of

The Lake

The Lake short poem

In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

My Facial Hair

My Facial Hair short poem

When I first adorned you, I was always so unsure… I was fighting my conscience, And kept looking for a cure…! Years passed yet I wondered, What would this world say… If I went on with you, For any longer

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror ballad

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

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

Temple Of The Heart

Temple Of The Heart prose poem

Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere

Naive Asoka

Naive Asoka short poem

1 Thrust into matter time and space our daggers swords and spears scored in every place as conscientious participators . Commingling at kalinga for me our victor’s blood and theirs relegated their whole army to die for our ones’s by

Animal

Animal prose poem

We are animals. Civilization, thousands of years in the making. The animal, millions of years in the making. Animal instincts etched into each cell of our being. Survival, procreation, deeply embedded into our souls. We think ourselves apart from, superior,

Ups And Downs

Ups And Downs short poem

“Life has ups and downs” said they, So she endured all the pain without any debate… Happiness will enliven her life soon, She was told, if she will wait… But gradually her hardship intensified further, And those hopeful eyes still

Youth Is The Power

Youth Is The Power short poem

A piece of paper when flies in air, flies high in the sky a drop of water when flows, never makes the ocean dry then why are you waiting for a chance, when you have a chance to try? You

Looking Glass

Looking Glass short poem

Seeing me in full in the looking-glass Is a stranger with new and senior tasks Not recognizable to me are the long gone years of the past Now with loss of hair and exaggerated features not recognizable to me or

Wilderness Choir

Wilderness Choir short poem

High above timberline on the fringe of a pristine alpine meadow in the dawning of a new wilderness day. The rolling bugle of a superior bull elk, reflected on this master bugler’s breath in the cool crisp air. A lonesome

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Five

Five short poem

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These