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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Tummy Ache

Tummy Ache short poem

Rumbling thunder in my tummy But the food was so yummy Butterflies may be having a war They are in there, black as tar Could have been the veal Only that the stomach cannot reveal I wish I hadn’t had

Aloneness Of Fire

Aloneness Of Fire short poem

He was asking for, at least, a passive euthanasia. Rage or hostility was giving pain to phantom limbs. Race puts forth, a trembling version of ethnic choice. A piped dream which never took off. On middle of the road a

Let Me

Let Me short poem

I know your pain, I know your anguish, I know your agony, If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden! I know you hurt, I know you’ve been forgotten, I know you’ve been unloved, If you just open your

Living With Cancer

Living With Cancer elegy

Alex’s last trip was to California. He wanted to see the Redwood Forest one last time. He loved that he couldn’t see their tops, and when he tried to wrap his arms around their trunks, his arms stretched out wide

Benylin

Benylin short poem

I took a good few Viscous glugs, that Night. My mother’s breakdown Was getting to me and My pity was destroying Me from the intestines, up. Couldn’t be Christian guilt, Surely? But I felt good again – Her wringing hands

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

Achiever

Achiever short poem

If you want to achieve do not sleep just wake up and keep it moving do not stop grooming you have dreams tell us by them what you mean step forword do not be a coward be the youngest achiever

Look Into My Eyes

Look Into My Eyes short poem

Look into my eyes my Son and tell me what you see Speak softly into my ear and tell me what you saw Listen to what I say; it’s what you saw in my eyes and heard from my lips

That Day

That Day short poem

When you wanted to give him the best of all this world could ever give, He crumbled all your trust and promises, With your eyes facing down to earth, You decided to live. From the day he left you, With

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

A room outside

A room outside short poem

A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever A simple space with which to design without weight or measure A lasting perfume of such smells

Life-2

Life 2 short poem

The chords of life Are in His hand. No one knows when Where and how Comes its end? We are just like Puppets in His hands Can do nothing To meet our ends. Like a flower Delicate we are Blooming

Amnesia

Amnesia short poem

I woke up in a hospital room Outside it was a full moon And I was on my feet soon Thinking how am I here? And I feared That I had amnesia I was in Italy But till yesterday I

Peace

Peace short poem

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

Finishing Well

Finishing Well short poem

Some men’s ships stall upon the sea for lack of sails For far too many times, I have seen great men derailed For far too long, I have heard the sound of David’s lament O, how the mighty have fallen

In Reverse

In Reverse short poem

Just unbound, the death rate. Red roses had no qualms. Numbers, unapologetic, they die or commit suicide. Death had no tombs. One by one they cross the stream, sinking half, floating half in a cynic system, heedless, emaciated, eyes looking

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You?

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You? long poem

Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt

Status

Status short poem

How ever Rich one is When health deteriorates wealth do really stink How ever Poor one is when health ‘gives in He has no option then to fight it out Wealthy may feel secured in Life But always feel insecured

20 Seconds In A Moment

20 Seconds In A Moment short poem

20 seconds in a moment. You caught me when I was falling. Stared my eyes and felt a flash! Hearts are flying and made a clash. 20 seconds in a moment. Caught your smile when I was glaring. Touched my

The Ignored Child

The Ignored Child long poem

You sweet little fairy, Why are you so angry? Why don’t you speak? Why is your rage on the peak? Why don’t you smile? You want my mobile! You flying butterfly, Why do you cry? Don’t waste these pearls, Like

Indifferent Species

Indifferent Species short poem

Floating thoughts, Waves of sea, sunshine, Vast emptiness – mingle altogether; Species of the day is least bothered… What’s going on and what’s not! If at all a heavy blow of wind will try To destroy the ‘civilisation’ May be

The Book

The Book short poem

Open the book And take a quick look inside God knows how you’ve tried Put pen to paper In song or in verse Each one comes out worse Than the last one And now you’ve begun Rewrite the score And

Time Wasters

Time Wasters short poem

The past that we lived in can not be regained. All kids’ lives are being drained By sitting at the computer playing video games The screens are leeches that suck kids’ life away And yet kids continue to play, Ignore

A shrouded light

A shrouded light short poem

Fetters I wear, many As a creature of habit Robes of roles I don. Somewhere lines blur and ego takes over A need to belong, to gratify my restless spirit that seeks answers to questions of my own insipid existence

In The Silence Of My Mirror – Part II

In The Silence Of My Mirror   Part II short poem

Longest damn light in the history of the world. Swear it on my ancestors’ graves While gravely observing a world Behind in An elephantine SUV Bearing miles between the inhabitants. He checks his teeth Smooths a frayed brow Spits onto

Sense

Sense elegy

Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Sharks

Sharks short poem

They manipulated the words to cross the corridors of essence. Crib was empty, child was stolen. At blood stained altar there was no clue to mystical death. The contents now matter. Time displays tools of murder, snaps the sheet from

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

Remember When He Was I

Remember When He Was I short poem

When he was I, And I was he. We laid crying in the desert sands. Holding hands. Our friends burning nearby. The cities burning in the sky. Laughing, he squeezed my hand. Crying, he squeezed the trigger. Oh, how we

Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful short poem

I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led

Artificial Happiness

Artificial Happiness short poem

That magical high, Flying up to the sky, But when it’s time to say bye, And you are no longer fried, You feel like you want to die. An evil pill shall kill, It can be legally filled, But don’t

Winter

Winter short poem

Oh how I love the cold air you breathe Of which that merges into the summer is what I seek The only emotion that soaks in the mayhem around Is the one I have been blamed for having too much

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

Angel From Above

Angel From Above short poem

I wrote this piece for my angel from above, Source of inspiration, as she taught me about love. She is the most beautiful lady I’ve ever known, Every time I see into her eyes, my mind gets blown. I troubled

By The Time I Find My Words

By The Time I Find My Words short poem

By the time I find my words It is time for you to say good night, It is time for you to put the children to sleep, It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights. By the

A Love Story

A Love Story short poem

Once upon a time I saw a boy For what I should do, I didn’t know He had a face bright as the morning’s sun I could realize it as he was just sitting after me in the same row.