Creationism Poems

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Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

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An Invitation For Ms. Plath

An Invitation For Ms. Plath short poem

Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain

Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

Sulking

Sulking short poem

The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the

Mood

Mood short poem

Never know how the mood behaves For a moment it is in Ecstasy In moments it may turn out to be Agony One’s response to the situation has direct bearing on mood A sad news when taken in shock creates

At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow short poem

I was a little kid, reading books, listening to my grandpa and grandma, telling stories about the rainbow. I was fond of it, I was even sharing it, Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.

Jealousy

Jealousy short poem

That dark and lurking shadow With its looming sense of gloom The overpowering pain it could bestow Tearing into laughter and relations, slow That dark and lurking shadow Which so sullies the spark of life Casting an eclipse of endless

Matthew Chapter 15

Matthew Chapter 15 short poem

Open chapter fifteen In the book on the pew between the soiled pages is a letter from Matthew Read it till next Sunday Read it till the end And when the end is near I’ll pray for you my friend

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted

Transitional Edge

Transitional Edge short poem

Pathways have no boundaries, thinker was without a thought. Hostile mind refuses to believe truth was missing from life. From depth to depth measurement had failed. God does not know his creation now. Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs

Lady Elusive

Lady Elusive long poem

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

Schrödinger’s Alley

Schrödingers Alley short poem

One step the wrong way Is the path to this place within a place. The shops are different here. Run-down, Their beaten and smashed faces glaring With a menacing disdain. Everywhere, Schrödinger’s knife at your back, His gun to your

The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

Who is this being called God? That many lives are continually lost in his name Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake Is that what he created man for? Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope is like a bright star It always shines from afar Hope is the endless streams It’s made of all our dreams Hope is the sunrises in one day It paths will always find a way Hope is the turning

Dirty Games

Dirty Games short poem

People play the dirty games, all for little fun or some fame. They hide behind the fake smile, deceiving the look in their eyes. They fail to hear the human heart, so miserably they tear it apart. Their empty laughs

Our Little Fairy Queen

Our Little Fairy Queen short poem

She’s our little-fairy-queen For whom we did pine. A wail thro’ her lips Brings us flocking to her crib. To assuage that helpless gaze, On that sweet innocent face. A smile breaks her wail On a familiar face to hail.

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

The Merchant Handbook

The Merchant Handbook long poem

When in Spring with leaves turned to green Eyes, hands & face There lived one man with a thirst To live in the moment between space & time Selling his pots and pans to get by Although the years would

A Believer To His Love

A Believer To His Love short poem

An angel must have eavesdropped in my dreams And made those true by leading me to you And thanks to God for sun and rays it beams But doubly so for you and love you show I guess, the womb

Little Lives in Between Little Deaths

Little Lives in Between Little Deaths short poem

Little lives are what we put away In closets at night; mementos of the day Cry out, ‘Live us or hie us away!’ Do you not know? Stars and moon sigh In the wind, ‘Unbind us, too soon we die!

The True Meaning Of Life

The True Meaning Of Life long poem

The years have passed by, In the blink of an eye. Moments of sadness, And joy has flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone. But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,

A Message Of Many

A Message Of Many prose poem

What’s up Peeps how did you sleep? Me, I prayed to The Lord my soul to keep, my sleep was sweet, now ain’t that deep? So if you are not too smart or if you are a brilliant scholar, just

Well-Wishers

Well Wishers short poem

There was a time When well-wishers Were really Well-wishers! I used to feel happy When people told me That they were my Well-wishers! But, no more— The world has changed In all these years! Today, When I hear the same

Disasterpiece

Disasterpiece ballad

My thoughts echo through what once was the home of ideas in my mind defining me as who i want to be,when what was thought to be brilliance to the one lost and undefiled by the pseudo-realities of childhood whoare

Small Talk

Small Talk short poem

Surge in hidden chastity enters the torch but the enemy was within. Brown clouds over the black carbon, glaciers were melting; the assault rifle stands alone in snow. This was not ignorance, a purposeful denial of white truce in the

Son Of Shiva

Son Of Shiva short poem

Why do you sigh and ponder, pinned under the misery of millions? Awake, Almighty son of Shiva. Shield us all from a wretched plight Wipe our eyes, we know thy might blow the conch and pick your goad it’s time

Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden short poem

I keep my silence but please don’t assume, That I don’t have much to say, I have have more than enough, I don’t let it consume, Each minute of my waking day. I see so much more than you think

Where have all the sparrows gone

Where have all the sparrows gone short poem

All was silent before the appointed hour then there came a faint hint of light the light engulfed everything living and dead and then the sun rose like a yellow orb but it was all silent still except for the

Dangerous

Dangerous short poem

After a grand design there was a white leap to find a boat in darkness. Time was dusting the frame of memory, and the age will grieve for the lost vision. The pace of assaults will increase over the burning

The Flight

The Flight short poem

I am not an Angel but love to fly with wings it is my fantasy flight, to begin with… life is about keeping balance when in the air it can be by helicopter or simply by plane. I use to

Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story short poem

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

In Cahoots

In Cahoots short poem

I long to be in cahoots with you, It sounds a magical place. More tempting than peril or jeopardy, Less wearying than love or awe. Yes I’d rather be in cahoots with you. Let’s go there and get trouble and

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

A Thesis Of New Year

A Thesis Of New Year short poem

Hopes filled and mostly disappointed A few of succeeded giving a courage A year called that at the end of midnight Put a comma and it continues same as In a cycle we ride the cycle Beyond the horizon some

Parasite

Parasite short poem

Knock! Knock, Are you there ?. Tell me! Tell me !, Are you even breathing?. Suffering horror!, Are you afraid of the torture?. Tension! Tension!, Don’t you even mention. Panic! Panic!, All over prevailing. Killing ! Killing!, Your lust is

The Best Christmas

The Best Christmas short poem

I had so much fun to be with you! You were wearing shirts in all color blue. We threw crumpled paper like we’re six graders, We ran and shouted like those elephant wailers. Remembering 18th when we played those wooden

Other God Was Sleeping

Other God Was Sleeping short poem

Time within the earth hour was lengthening. The other god was sleeping. Becoming was inviting the death while climbing. Frostbite amputates the memory. Ending without beginning, I was asking the seeker to stop searching the answers. The houses were burning

Glow As You Row

Glow As You Row short poem

On rocks made of broken dreams; And bars of want for ore; Lies my world! I built my temple of contradictions; Camped deep in my core; Right where monks are clothed with bitterness! A place where mere coincidence isn’t given

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

When I awake you’re on my mind . No other subject I can find. When I see you I can’t help but smile. Wanna be by your side all awhile. Weak in the knees I come through. I see it

The Girl At The River

The Girl At The River short poem

The girl at the river with folding mountains and shaggy trees Watched two white swans swaying with the moody breeze She watched as they danced and ruffled their feathers In a way they were separate but always together She sat