Brutality Poems

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Poet’s Instinct

Poets Instinct long poem

I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the

Abused.

Abused. short poem

His stony rampant presence swamps my gut with frozen fear, rearing embittered bones. Forsaken by my angel, away she flew when my favourite shadows died now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder and skittish quivering bowel. The wicked ogre proclaims

Allegiance

Allegiance short poem

Severed heads lay on the fields of blood Mighty Warlords protected by the Gods came like a flood Feeding on the dead men’s souls makes them stronger but not for good Leaving fatherless children and women to cope with the

Wrath Of Humanity

Wrath Of Humanity short poem

Oh! Dear Almighty, No one ever imagined, nightmares could be so fair; It showers bullets, its floods human blood; The black masked men, taking everyone in their den; The den lying in the hell, ringing our death knell; Bodies are

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O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

The Nursery Lessons

The Nursery Lessons ode

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the

Live Baits

Live Baits short poem

An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of

Pas De Deux

Pas De Deux prose poem

Not all instincts lead to what one loves especially in the matters of the present. For when terrible becomes synonymous with beautiful, the tragedy of control educates the child within of what the grown up situation has not. Call it

The Voice Of A Deceased Victim

The Voice Of A Deceased Victim short poem

Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Native Of Death

Native Of Death short poem

He had started his own manhunt for an autistic seal for a personal vision in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain. The silent screams against inhuman brutality started coming from underground. A photo montage

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Finding her

Finding her short poem

I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I

Death And Desire

Death And Desire short poem

when young death is unheard when grown up death appears mystery when at ripe age death appears real When health deteriorates death knocks at your doors You either surrender or try to escape when you surrender you are no more

Embrace Change

Embrace Change prose poem

One the very first day we’re born into a world, where there’s a chance to dream for every boy and girl. Starting off young the mind becomes full on what to be, from becoming a fireman to the next star

When Life Meets Death

When Life Meets Death short poem

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,

Prophecy Of Pisces (Dream Of Water)

Prophecy Of Pisces (Dream Of Water) long poem

The dream of water, in a spiritual awakening… And the journey of Pisces through the astro sea in the shadow of Neptune. The travels of Apollo in the company of Horos and Aphrodite persuaded by the great and terrible creature

Papa

Papa short poem

Oh papa, thank you for knocking down doors smelling like you do for I am not much different without you. Papa listen. My lungs grind as I run, my knees hurt but I must run. Oh papa, I lost you

Ode To My Teachers

Ode To My Teachers ode

I had joined the school when I was in Prep My feet were still small to take a bold step But the daily morning Assemblies gave me confidence and happiness in tons, For it was well steered by the most

A Winter

A Winter short poem

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

Luck Was Not With Me Today

Luck Was Not With Me Today short poem

I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and

My Story’s End

My Storys End short poem

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with

Trees don’t become birds

Trees don’t become birds long poem

An Ode to Madurai People ask me, why do my teardrops fall so heavily on the sand? Why does my laughter not roll as the laughter of children, not roll as the pebbles down the river bed? Tell them. Tell

The Shadows and the Snow

The Shadows and the Snow short poem

Footsteps formed on the bleached evening ground, created side by side, slowly born to the nothingness of the evening, manifested to the midnight blue. No one watched, no one knew, the overwhelming power that pulled them to life, together, on

Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her

Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her short poem

Shame took over. The eyes caved in. Rolled inside the skull. Tears dropped making a pool, an ocean. Anger took over. The eyes bare a stare. You won’t be able to bear. They will pierce through you. Don’t look here.

Tin Woman

Tin Woman long poem

Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop

The Miracle Of Love

The Miracle Of Love long poem

Well I never thought I’d ever get over you but that was until last night when someone new came into my life… now I feel a reason for going on living and smiling instead of crying, it’s a Miracle plain

To Be Young

To Be Young short poem

I can still remember, some of how it felt. The newness of things. Each day being a sunny day of newness. Exploration of what’s all around you. Exciting! I can still remember the thrill of it all. The thrill fades

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

To Disguise To Accept

To Disguise To Accept short poem

If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All

The Funeral

The Funeral elegy

I know how it goes… You show up, you tear up and you grow up. You shake hands, accept hugs and grieve. You say goodbye to your beloved… I know how it goes… You lose a piece of yourself and

I Love The Way You Loved Me.

I Love The Way You Loved Me. short poem

I love the way you loved me. Unidentified body parts, Cold feet and warm hearts, Swapping stray hairs, no cares. Chocolate melts, hot lips, Holding hands and summer skips, Sunday in bed, rest your head. Toxic eyes and secret smiles,

Trapped Light

Trapped Light short poem

A proxy life I was fighting in the hourglass to open the pathways of a grain for a bloody birth of an idea. Was time faithful to us when we were drifting apart? A prowling big cat had again attacked

Envy Of The Fakes

Envy Of The Fakes short poem

Friends They pretend Few Remains a true When glad Celebrates! In mourn Fakes the concern Deep inside They call a toast Cheers if she grin Grin if she’s sick They mourn and tell It’s okay, all is well In their

Fog

Fog ode

‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing

For Ages

For Ages short poem

It was the 5th of June, Oh baby! Your eyes shone brighter than the moon, You held my hand and I looked into those magical eyes, Which then made me realise that A girl like you is impossible to find.

Violent Seas

Violent Seas short poem

I won’t apologize I am mesmerized by your violent beauty I am unable to understand the depths of you I cannot see to the bottom Winds create waves that crest and crash Damaging all in the way Salty spray stings