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A Tapestry Of Collages

A Tapestry Of Collages short poem

Life is a beautiful collage, Of intricately interwoven, Threads of memories- A significance of Life! It furls and unfolds, As time ticks by, Patterns of astonishing beauty- With memories of Life. A mulled collage of different hues, Enticed to flutter

Time To Shift

Time To Shift short poem

Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind? Many are seeking solutions, while others whine When

Weave It Your Fate

Weave It Your Fate ode

Free we are born Surrounded by Modern and torn Idle and sly Put together your thread Just soar ahead With a sustainable choice Raise it your voice Weave it your fate Never be late Establish now No matter how An

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

5 Newest Pieces By Mario William Vitale Springstein Diapers & Wine later on in the village their were aristocrats and thinkers junkies, flunkies & hippies the poetry added to the mood a cosmic tapestry the pool of Springstein on the

Threads

Threads short poem

You’re the strangest person Yet I’m familiar with most of you You’re the laziest ass I know Yet I hope you to make it up to me . You’ve never lived with me Yet I miss you, Our memories! You

Threads

Threads short poem

I slowly whisper my story into the wind Let it take my story to your ear Let your world know, let it hear That I never cried in my life Even if everything was dark around me The only thing

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Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation…

Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation... long poem

(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,

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MangalSutra

MangalSutra short poem

The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat

Dad

Dad long poem

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By

My Life Is Leif

My Life Is Leif short poem

About days, when heart is alone.. Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd.. About days, when home is Abode Moments are time and path is

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Squirrel Watching

Squirrel Watching prose poem

Many are we who live and die, having never taken the time to smell the roses Or to behold the sometimes breathtaking beauty of a cloud in the sky Nor even to take a drive to the west side of

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Backyard Poetry Club

Backyard Poetry Club prose poem

A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond

The Key Of Heart

The Key Of Heart prose poem

Gazing at the keyboard Then gaping at the screen Heartbeats scribbling suggestions At blank paper of mind, naive Love, a word ringing around like temple bells This is what he spoke, didn’t he? Consciousness went dazed A dreamlike modified reality

Loom Of Dreams

Loom Of Dreams short poem

It was a dream delicately woven Fine threads of silk intricately spun, Embroidered with hope that made it brighten Vibrant hues all blending into one. Under loving care the cherished dream did thrive. Soon it was time for it to

Anorexic Girl

Anorexic Girl short poem

Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.

In Passing…

In Passing... short poem

How deep the abyss, for hopes to be interred.. How scathing the rapier, for dreams to be shred.. How dense the darkness, for fate to be endured.. How shallow the words, for faith to be doused.. How fleeting the moment,

Entangled

Entangled short poem

Entangled in strings, my heart plucks a twang sometimes a tune in melody and sometimes offkey notes I strike. Pulled between the two a knotty yo yo I do. it is then I lapse into a silence that  takes  me

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

The Beauty Sleep

The Beauty Sleep short poem

In the psychiatric hospital, angels have fever blisters because of too much powdered milk, swollen still hot from soft plastic cups as pink as their fingernails lacking calcium, Their wings hidden under dressing gowns made of felt, they grow beyond

Classrooms

Classrooms long poem

When I enter into the Class Can hear the noise of screwing and grinding Some of them sing and write Few bite and threaten Last benchers fearlessly chewing the bubblegum of life Girls beholding the elegant fingers Blackboard turns into

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

Suicide Train

Suicide Train long poem

Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Inamorata

Inamorata short poem

The edge of your face in the honey light bleeds Into sable shadow, your expression unresolved Though the purr in your humming, a melody I don’t recognize as a song, tells me all I need Is less than a breath

Simply Love

Simply Love short poem

Do I need a Special Day, To tell you what my eyes always say. With you I laugh,with you I beam, In harmony we weave beautiful dreams. The bitter sweet squabbles,the illogical fights, Discussing the rights and wrongs till wee

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

Manhood

Manhood short poem

Today, I will not shift to baritone Every time a lady calls. I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1 While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson. I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street Even while nobody’s watching.

Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

Sand Castles

Sand Castles short poem

Warm eyes look at the blue sea I am the clouds of idealism Waiting for the green spring Flowers in the wind A widow cries Age is the myth of denial I am younger than time Your hand is snow

Beauty In A Summer Breeze

Beauty In A Summer Breeze long poem

Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers

The Girl

The Girl short poem

The girl I met last day She appears to be strong Unmoved by emotions As hard as a rock Broken into small pieces But still staying strong. I mistook her to be a diamond Unbroken and hardened By all the

Love Sonnet 145

Love Sonnet 145 sonnet poems

When gloom abides with me tenaciously, To sap my mirth off lame delights you left, I hang on threads, dangling precariously, So loveless now, even of hope, bereft: How could you have chastised with so much stripes, And walk me

The Garden Of Life

The Garden Of Life short poem

From a carpet of green, the colours emerge, as if untouched, since birth, by human hand. Some stretch towards the warmth of the sun. In a shaded corner, others rest in small space, unassuming. Some separate and spread themselves, climbing

Climbing

Climbing short poem

Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The

Wilderness Sanctuary

Wilderness Sanctuary short poem

On a tapestry of alpine wildflowers A variety of butterflies,from big Monarch To tiny mauve colored and dainty,flit about From flower to flower. Wild roses creating an aromatic boundary Around this pristine alpine wildflower carpeted Meadow. Truly enhancing! Sunshine, flooding

Death Was Very Genial

Death Was Very Genial short poem

In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks

Dancing Shadows

Dancing Shadows short poem

High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall tapestry, jagged

Beneath The Skin

Beneath The Skin short poem

It was not a demigod, elephantiasis of a beast, snakes sitting on head. A catastrophic tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear the vision. The town was moving out shedding its landmarks.

Smile Is Life

Smile Is Life short poem

A Mother’s smile to her child is like a Boost that Nourishes the child with love warmth and affection Of threads of life weaves the human ties. A Teacher’s smile shapes his student’s unrefined wisdom As a carpenter reshapes a

Beneath A Double Rainbow

Beneath A Double Rainbow short poem

High in the Cascade Mountain Range, camped in a wilderness cathedral. Overlooking a vast expanse of wilderness, only meters back from the edge of a sheer precipice. Admiring the shear beauty of a brilliant double rainbow, bridging this vast void.