Chomsky Poems

Chomsky poems bring the best collection of short and long chomsky poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great chomsky rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these chomsky poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on chomsky are here for you.

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy short poem

Noam Chomsky must be crazy What else can he be? He says America commits war crimes And he’s said it many times. How that can be true I haven’t a clue. How can anyone doubt That America is all about

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The Father Of The Bride

The Father Of The Bride short poem

Here’s the beautiful innocent ‘Bride’, All decked and ready to ‘glide’, Towards a future- full of love and shining ‘bright’. Entire night her eyes may have ‘cried’, With the fear of losing her friend, philosopher and ‘guide’.. But as always,

Waves

Waves short poem

A train that once shipped sugar, from field to port, rattled, slow as a slave ship, through Antiguan hills, with elderly Americans, old money, all pearl chokers and Pringle sweaters, filling the front seats of the open top carriage, and

Him And The Pink Train

Him And The Pink Train long poem

It hurts so much Every single day Facing the same problems when it all started 2 years ago Not until June 9th Where it will all be over All the pain, the tears and the suffering The short glances, the

Liberated Woman

Liberated Woman long poem

The Thorn that was struck in my foot is now removed I am now fit to dance to my very own tunes Henceforth none can stop me from dancing as I AM now like a bird flying free and henceforth

A Fleeting Love

A Fleeting Love short poem

Few years since I’ve known you, Never a chance to meet or hang Last night was unplanned but amazing I wonder why did it take so long We hesitated, but we were sure This is what we both wanted But

Fallen Men

Fallen Men short poem

Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep short poem

She can barely walk after a gruesome day at work There are bruises on her forehead, her knees looks like they hurt Her face looks pale and her smile has gone grim Her hands look wrinkled, her hair badly needs

Facing Thy Face

Facing Thy Face prose poem

Thy lovable face- The boom of life And to seek that Is the charm of life Lustrous What sparks that possesses which sets fire worries of this and that world come whence the waves of exhilaration From rosy lips which

Balloon Life

Balloon Life short poem

I remember telling my mother (this was a lifetime ago) “It asked me to let it go: it had something important to do.” There was that look on her face, the deep frown of accountancy, another couple of dollars doled

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

Fool’s Paradise

Fools Paradise short poem

I see fire in your soul I see your tears raging I see your face crumbling I see you standing all quiet I see fire and dark clouds You’re standing all alone With a tiny shawl No one even stops

A Zillion Wonderful Things

A Zillion Wonderful Things short poem

I hid that first poem from everyone But you read it in my eyes You taught me to love my books And smile with every sunrise I don’t understand this world I would crib and ask you why “You will

We And A Fish

We And A Fish prose poem

A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish

Why Us

Why Us short poem

When u came I wondered why When u spoke I wondered for what When u smiled I wondered with a WOW When u got angry I wondered what happened When u wrote I sat and read When u said I

The Mingling

The Mingling short poem

Often kith and kin friends and relatives kids and aged would meet either in functions or in funerals of the dead The smiles, the laughs the Ecstasy the warmth, the affection are all there to be seen when participating in

Fifty Years From Now ..

Fifty Years From Now .. short poem

Fifty years from now, I’d see a retired woman in the mirror of the world. Sitting beside the man of my dreams, I’d notice his face with wrinkles and effects of ageing, that must have penetrated into my skin as

Love

Love short poem

Tie me not within the shackles of illusion Drown me not amid the ocean of tears Remember me not in the throb of your desire Let not thy love get swayed… When scorned by the clutches of disdain But, let

‘Quarter Past’ To ‘Quarter To’

Quarter Past To Quarter To long poem

I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

A Friendship With Death

A Friendship With Death short poem

You have been at my side since birth Quiet observant relative You were in the ceiling panels of the hospital when my last rites were read at 11 Keeping me company through the pain You were at the surface when

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Green Pastures

Green Pastures short poem

In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

Puzzle-o-pia

Puzzle o pia short poem

A darling princess named puzzle-o-pia Of puzzles, she had a cornucopia When she solved them, she was in utopia The Queen worried her daughter, would get myopia! Losing her most precious puzzle, this was the little girl’s phobia So she

Love

Love short poem

Love is not just exchanging sweet nothings and roses on special days Love is not just holding hands and exchanging coy glances. Love is not judging a book by its cover Love is accepting the warts and celebrating companionship Watching

Just For You

Just For You short poem

well i dont know what should i tell you feeling are so ebullience cant express you. i don’t know its wrong or Right but its feel awesome when you hold my hand so tight sometimes i think why it happens

Love And Security

Love And Security short poem

If I should succeed in crossing all my T’s and become a person of renown and nobility If I should place all my ‘commas’ in all the right places, pausing where I should If I should stop at all the

Pieces Of Now

Pieces Of Now short poem

Ever grown in adolescence, A convoluted leading presence, Thoughts loom large or small, Can this be it, can this be all? Eyes flicker like bulbs burning, Rarely it all fits or so I’m learning, Consumed with madness my kindness finds,

My Heart

My Heart short poem

Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament. Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement, Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking The Wrong Type Of Guys. You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies. I Want

Hating To Do

Hating To Do short poem

To get my dues I come to your door talking to myself Today I will present you my theme song in a live shooting belt. A confined thought had the influence fading away It was a stark, frightful journey to

My World

My World short poem

My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my

Time

Time short poem

Dear someone, somewhere soon the presence of the breath you inhale would always be too far away to reach and the smell of your perfume or eau de perfume or eau de toilette or even the way she reads the

Fight!

Fight! short poem

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;

You, Yourself

You, Yourself long poem

There’s good and bad in everything I guess that’s just the way of this thing we call life but without pain and sorrow we wouldn’t learn anything, we need a little rain in our lives for our souls to grow

The Way

The Way prose poem

I never took the easy way,never took the pleasing way buried my Conscience and dug up my essence on the way Fallen heroes,friends and foes I met along the way, found peace the strength that kept me walking was released

A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

Holiday Boredom

Holiday Boredom long poem

Here I sit because I did not choose To waste my life in the empty living room But in actual fact, I had nothing much to lose It was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I

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