Continuing Producing Poems

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The Two Sides Of The Coin

The Two Sides Of The Coin short poem

Two sides of the coin There could never be any life without death And if there were no deaths there would be no life This is only the cycle of life and death Some must die for others to take

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Arranged Marriage

Arranged Marriage long poem

I was on a lookout for a dame, to be as bright as sunshine, for tying a knot and to enjoy the life to the brim Alliance for the marriage came in plenty Her first appearance made me so happy

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree prose poem

Please allow me to introduce myself simply as The Apple Tree supposedly in the Garden of Eden. I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve

Growing Up(side Down)

Growing Up(side Down) long poem

When Dorothy was a child she started building a castle with bricks of yellow and blue; But how could she have known that someday soon Each one will be broken in two. The bricks consisted of ideas and thoughts, colorful

The Seeds

The Seeds ode

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Snakes And Ladders

Snakes And Ladders long poem

We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean short poem

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time)

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time) prose poem

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had

The Jaws Of Life

The Jaws Of Life prose poem

So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

Blink

Blink long poem

A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his

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True Love Is Immortal

True Love Is Immortal prose poem

I still remember when we met first time on the beautiful sea-shore I was so fascinated by your sweet voice and cute gestures as if I had been devoured by your soul and suddenly I was drowning in a torrid

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

Upward Falling

Upward Falling ballad

Everyone’s moving in a state of grey content to blend in and fade away. In the wastelands full of beauty you reach out your hand, come fly with me to the distant lands. Oh alien inhabiting my tired soul, let

Alone On The Lonely Island

Alone On The Lonely Island prose poem

All alone on the lonely Island, I feel I am left alone. I keep murmuring , Hoping someone listens to me. There’s no one to laugh with, No one to sing with me. I wonder why am I alive, when

Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers long poem

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Regeneration

Regeneration short poem

Why it should happen the parting of ways? Between the will to arrive and the goal? Between the unlearning and contempt, lies a tale. Terror. Petrifying fear ………., doggedly I was defending the door. Inspite of the terrible blows I

Outlook Deteriorating

Outlook Deteriorating long poem

Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap

Tainted Feather

Tainted Feather short poem

Let me brace some blows, Of lonely breeze and snows, freeze me blue and cold, Wonders die as flower unfolds. Let me stitch some wounds, fly with my wings of hope, hopes that sail the boat are now dead across

Ready Set Go

Ready Set Go short poem

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today

Now heres my bloody sonnet for today sonnet poems

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today, A trifle for my daily exercise; It’s best I try to keep it light and gay, Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs. My muse has been holding himself aloof, Yet condescends

Paper Boat

Paper Boat short poem

Paper boat, paper boat, In the stream goes up and down afloat. It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night, Only floating and floating is the boat’s right. On the water of the dark blue ocean,

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

The shape of things that go and come

The shape of things that go and come prose poem

The shadows shake the window through trees in the night My memory of pictures flash in front of me in the white moon light I want to forget you but we both know it’s not a fair fight To you

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum prose poem

He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,

Blast From The Past

Blast From The Past long poem

The hospital walls already knew my name, Although they hadn’t seen me for a while, They were still here, everything the same, It’s me who has walked on another mile. Where once I found comfort I now felt fear, The

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

Between Life And Rhymes

Between Life And Rhymes prose poem

Between the times, between the rhymes, the beat of life goes on, Though sometimes stumbling through the dark, before the night has gone, And yet again it can be dazzled by the rising of the dawn Like many crumbling edifices

A Poem For My Beloved

A Poem For My Beloved short poem

When I think Of all the hurt I’ve caused, Of endless tears, I paused; And you were there. On the brink Of utter ruin I see a ray Of shining hope, bright as day, And answered prayer. Though the course

Rain , Rain , Go Away …………..

Rain  , Rain , Go Away   .............. long poem

Hey Rain ! A blessing though we call you Do you bring the same cheer every time ? Why behave so insanely sometimes Like an enemy swearing vengeance ? True , you arrive with soothing relief When the earth is

Whispering Bell

Whispering Bell short poem

the whispering bell In the hot desert wild on the high chaparral the desert blooms a sweet flower the whispering bell the color of cream on a pendulous stalk when stirred by the breeze it seems she can talk she

Leave Me Alone

Leave Me Alone long poem

No thanks…I don’t feel like doing that today Tomorrow isn’t good for me either…can’t you Take a hint I just wanna be alone but you keep Trying to change me and my life well it may not Be much of

A Rainbow Team

A Rainbow Team short poem

Here we are A rainbow team A better life Our only dream Look up at the sky There’s a purpose there You can’t deny Stars are everywhere Bright eyes to glow To watch you grow A milky way To dance,

Worthless

Worthless short poem

If tongue is the way to words Than I have that tongue My tongue is worthless Will you listen to me? If eye is the sense for sight Than I have that eye My eyes are worthless Will you see

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

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

Round the corner, there is a park I started walking through, which is scary and dark. I paced up when I heard the dogs bark. I was so scared as I started to embark. There’s no light except for the

Infinite Universe

Infinite Universe short poem

In an infinitely large universe Peopled with hospitable suns Centillion poets are writing verse! The law of infinite large numbers runs Counter to the principle of anarchy In which my poems are not mine! By way of an infinite hierarchy