Comparison Poems

The displaced years cling to your body like an extended death. I wanted to see what could not be seen by clutching. the lifeless doubts. Emotions play: potentials are threatened. Remaining alert becomes a punishment. I grieve for the dementia,

By candlelight crooked fingers drew a face on water for the sake of sun. Night will tell the fate of flame. Smothers with Magnolia’s gloss. There was an eerie silence near the alarm clock. Time to wake up. The flowers

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

Unhappy man I am! I can’t tell Why I dread the gods of heaven, The purgatorial demons of hell, The truths I need but haven’t; Happy pig in a philosopher wig! Apprentice me earnest and true – Which to embrace,

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

The bygone time is a handwritten book Every step left behind has its story Sorry there’s no time for us to read in detail for we need to continue the journey in a hurry Sorrow often overwhelms me when nights

I never fell in love with you Not even the first time I asked if you wanted to see a movie And you looked up at me with that smile and said, “Are you asking me on a date?” And

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

The infinite cosmos dull in comparison to your enticing eyes. The soft tenderness of your voice leaves me breathless, to my surmise. Your addictive smell that lingers amidst every inch of my sole being. How the way you whisper my

Of things we once had in comparison to now were mom married to dad and a garden to plow before pharmaceuticals and psychology books we got, pull up your bootstraps or you’ll get dirty looks long before fast food when

Droplets dew settle sweet Upon a flower gentle sway Cricket’s empathy to the nightress sings Symphonies which chorus soon negates Darkness surrenders into full retreat Withdraws shadow from woodland’s bush and glade To a new found dawn; rhapsody with fresh

I am a helpless abject soul, Poisoned by my own karma. I kneel down at God’s threshold Fully aware God will surely hold. God, I have nothing to offer you, Except my being an aficionado. Knowing of your popular benedictions

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

“Unborn Babe” Come,come little babe, Your precious arrival we anxiously await. My darling little angel ! Tell me about the unseen world. I am curious to know——-, Are there any flying birds? I know your journey is very long, It

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

We know this world is the devil’s playground And he will do anything to turn people away From our Lord and savior Jesus Christ almighty But good will always conquer evil so have heart And let the bright white light

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…

With you a kiss is a way of veneration- for timeless togetherness in a religion! Sworn to live and die in devotion- So to hell with rebellion! A touch from you is a culmination- Of all that needs no second

Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good

In a far away land I met a man he spoke of things I never before had seen and places I never before had been sometimes I feel like I wish I could escape just me and my dreams in

After so much struggle  Throughout the year , After achieving success  That you had feared, It’s time to cherish.  To be thankful for the good  Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Drop by drop The candle dies, Its molten self Drips with a sigh, The bright flame above Unaware of the ordeal How with each moment The pain the candle feels As little winged creatures Fly in for their death Fluttering

I have learned to smile to hide my frown, to laugh to hide my tears, to take Criticism as a form of joking. I play my music and dance to my own beat. That’s my safe place. Then One day

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

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these

You are everywhere In the speckled dust Entangled with the subtle smell Of the river fish Silvery, fragile. I want to kiss you In all the dark places. Haunted by the impossibility of a dream. Singularities, Shadows. Open the door

Cast your gaze upon this earth; The home of man, And a million others. The days are past, when we wallowed in dirt; Fragile and helpless, prey To nature’s hunters. Observe us now- We thrive in shallow ecstasy; Blissfully unaware

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

Let me navigate the resentment in non-verbal manner, I go in myself, dislocating the whole experience of goodness for vulnerability I was stung a hundred times into playing a role not of mine deceiving the life, which was on the

And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put

I feel the pain come over me, I wonder what I have done for this to be You lived, a life of sadness Leading you to do what you thought was best Why did it happen to you, I still

Oh! Your eyes… How they take my breathe away, When I look into them , I just feel so lost. The deepness in them makes me wonder, Can love be so deep and wonderful as them? Every time I look

Birds chanting and flying, How beautiful it is to be free, Their propensity towards nature, Reminding me of how brave I used to be, Fearless, courageous and heroic, Floating in the clouds carefree, Memories taking over the miserable present, But

The sky is aglow with last rays On altitudes twilight lingers late And saffron clouds hang like lanterns In the vast dusky firmament So deep and gloomy are my thoughts But not in the net of melancholy caught I might

Earth one day looked longingly at blue vast sky and lamented , o my lover why so distant, don’t you understand my longings , reciprocate my feelings , I want you, meet somewhere, though people see horizon I find none

Life is beautiful still there is hope though at a far away horizon, there is light though it is beyond the promised dawn, there is love though it is full of peril, there is peace though the path to it

This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above

I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds

It’s important to smile, isn’t it? I can easily tell I am not good at few things and I’m pretty good at few I need not make up for things I don’t want to do. every person on earth is