Criminals Poems

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Guests

Guests short poem

There it was, A beautiful villa, Complete with lots of guards, From inside a cry would be heard, And the moaning of a person in agony, The mission would be in progress The new slaughter house, Trained untamed boys into

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My Daughter Brought Happiness

My Daughter Brought Happiness long poem

The vagaries of life had shattered me down, Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown, But I felt those moments with an absconding pain, As you came to, my life of lame. Your night of birth was

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Fragrance

Fragrance short poem

Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Terminal Liver Cancer

Terminal Liver Cancer elegy

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost long poem

The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.

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Self Sacrifice

Self Sacrifice short poem

The most difficult job is self sacrifice Which soldiers always dare to portray Their patriotism help to suffice Enlightened in them like a ray They strive and struggle relentlessly They never opt to relax and stay They do not have

Love Sonnet 215

Love Sonnet 215 sonnet poems

I know not what the coming future brings, I hold no reins of destiny in hand, But know that all the songs my heart now sings, Will go on just for you while yet I stand; No thunder, loud, will

Farewell

Farewell short poem

Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance

Blue Whale

Blue Whale short poem

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

To Be A Butterfly

To Be A  Butterfly short poem

As a little child, I always wanted to be a butterfly but as I was growing up, the people who were heart of mine took little by little & piece by piece according to their capacity , and instead of

Without You

Without You elegy

Walking down the memory lane, this is the last goodbye, the last smile, the last tear, but maybe not the last memory I have to bear. Time it was, time with you, time like I never knew, time when I

I Can Feel You

I Can Feel You short poem

I can feel it up… Every moment I spend with you… as I close my eyes … I can feel you up… I know you are not around… But you are in my heart.. The moment you were with me…

Explosion

Explosion short poem

Spitting the blood, he said, every winter for few days – he would feel outcast and there was pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live without a painkiller. Sometimes he will singe his hands on a

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider

Chasing Dreams

Chasing Dreams short poem

Chasing dreams in the night Powerful thoughts with lots of fight Dreams of space and time Imagination wanders as I unwind Fairies and unicorns in my world Things I always dreamed of as a young girl Dreams keep you going

Tears Of Jhelum

Tears Of Jhelum short poem

O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of

Love You Always

Love You Always short poem

Love you short, love you tall Love you black, love you white Love you smiling, love you frowning Love you always Love your character than your beautiful face Love your composure than your disclosure Love your confidence than your face

Can I?

Can I? short poem

Can I be, a seed that is left in the wild? Probably to sprout or just be as it is And not sprout. Can I be, a dewdrop on a wild flower? Left to be drunk by a bee or

The Brain Born Perverts

The Brain Born Perverts short poem

Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.

My Toys- A Bundle Of Joy

My Toys  A Bundle Of Joy long poem

Photo by torbakhopper I have a sack full of toys, They make a little noise, Some are girls and some are boys; I have a small train, With a window pane, And it rides in a lane, Its driver’s name

Every Wife’s Love Affair

Every Wife’s Love Affair short poem

Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her

Flights Of Fancy

Flights Of Fancy short poem

“I long to flee from here and hide in a corner of your soul, as the one deserted by his brood in a land unknown; not a ray to light my path, not a shadow to comfort me! I long

The Way…

The Way… short poem

Being a forest ranger I sense a way to be Observing is my hobby Your hobby: let it be Observing nature bring You all to understand Why would the ancients cling? To worship mother land Wisdom of ancient trees Is

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom ballad

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and

They Were Happiness.

They Were Happiness. short poem

Their smiles were endearing, amongst the grays of life; Like a pinch of salt, Beauty sprayed their hall! They all laughed & laughed & laughed with their bellies arched, How capturing it must have been so many hearts pumping clean.

Shinigami

Shinigami short poem

My notebook is ultimate power; My pen is my sword as I write the names of Earth’s human scum. Their faces flash through my mind. And soon they will meet their “maker.” God had told Abraham: “Thou shalt not kill.”

As long as I am breathing…

As long as I am breathing... short poem

As long as I am breathing Till the moment I am alive I will not lose hope I will fight, I will strive Unless my eyes are closed forever Until the time of my life is over my belief will

Roots That Clutch

Roots That Clutch short poem

You know I do not hope any intermission, between life and death. My path goes nowhere. A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. From childhood I was always floating between the meanings of lessons unknown. I longed for straight humilities.

16/12/2014

16/12/2014 short poem

Voices that had welcomed the day with prayers of peace and enlightenment, froze, forever. discord of your lunacy bereaved your hearts of feeling the joy of those chants, those songs so you subdued them, with your guns but there will

Emotive Jumble

Emotive Jumble short poem

Beset current despondency goads me again to express Reason for disenchantment and issues crucial address It’s not just plain strangers but ones considered as own Despite all indulged civility apathy in return got shown Kept seeking sane rationale searched the

Mirror

Mirror short poem

All I need is a mirror a mirror in which you are there There as always to talk to me no matter what may be for you’re the wind that keeps me cool or maybe I am just a fool

Bite

Bite long poem

Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss

The Tears Fall

The Tears Fall long poem

I keep thinking That the tears will stop That in time, They’ll just fade But the more the days and months pass The harder they come, Each time I cry I could just fall into an abyss I want to

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

And We Stare..

And We Stare.. prose poem

I was painting my dreams red and blue on the floor with the crayons, Confidently humming to myself composed tune That’s when a formless form sat beside me It stared at me, I stared it back, and we stared each

Define God.

Define God. prose poem

What is God? What is a god? It’s all relative. It is all semantics really. To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods. Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on

A Brand New Year

A Brand New Year prose poem

I thank you my Heavenly Father, it’s a brand new year and I’m still here by your Heavenly Grace and that’s perfectly clear Still there’s fear, I’m stuck in first gear, so in 2017 with so much unseen, on you

Jealous

Jealous ode

I am jealous of my fellow poets They get comments, favorites, and votes Yes, it’s true…I am no Truman Capote I have written about loss, love and depression Writing has lead to my mental decompression I have poured out my