Crossbars Poems

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Crossbars

Crossbars short poem

The depression, human brand was trapped. They were talking about the nukes. To annihilate the earth. It was elemental, I said. An ardent fan of moon. A lark asks who will survive? ————————————— The depression, human brand was trapped. They

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Count your blessings

Count your blessings short poem

I do not wish to conquer the earth, Nor do I want to fathom the sea, I never aspire to possess the sky, I only wish to be shown the path to happiness doing Thy work; Oh Lord lead me

Muse

Muse short poem

In this part of the story, I will be the poet, and you my muse. I’ll draw my inspiration from Your chestnut brown lips, Your curved mustache And lustful eyes. I’ll float my words around you, Scratch them out and

The Tempter

The Tempter long poem

at first glance it appears harmless to look upon so you take your first sip a numbing sensation comes from within then gradually you build up the tolerance then the second one comes & the third next you know your

A Christmas Tree

A Christmas Tree prose poem

Christmas December comes Everything in market is labeled Special discounts display on Packs and boxes of gifts Colorful nights light up Children look for Santa Claus Christmas bazaar invites Christmas trees as well to be sold Children want a tree

Troll

Troll prose poem

I thought him dangerous. He thinks himself a murderer? Does he know its foolishness? Every tirade a cry out. Every negative comment a plea for attention. The dullest of boors. His imagination lackluster and trite. A mind dumbed down with

Something Along Those Lines

Something Along Those Lines elegy

The human? That is not a question mark, but purely a contemplative issue. Dilemma, bridge connecting light from dark. And timelessness, cocooned in timely tissue. Recumbent on duality of mind, pulled multiple directions by his cares, the human, guilty, slumbers

A Life ‘well- Spent’

A Life well  Spent short poem

Dusk to dawn Life goes on. Life is a daily battle We must face without a rattle. Be strong For life is long. A life of length Needs courage and strength. Life is fun When we act like one. Life

This Body Of Mine

This Body Of Mine short poem

This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,

Flowers

Flowers short poem

Giving and receiving is bright when all the flowers make delight to brighten all the days sent in so many ways bouquets are rolled in different colours trailed with dressing of pink bows Hyacinths and Roses makes the most of

What Shall I Be?

What Shall I Be? short poem

Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power

Care

Care short poem

The noise of a crescent climbs wordlessly. In the night of dew and wind, for its native starless beams- holding the thread of a thought, walking through wall of disbelief. Before and after the murder of a spark; the heart

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Blankscape

Blankscape short poem

Chasing the embedded sex of the moon you torched the sun by the stares of dead and turned yourself into a stone of steps. For survival? I knew the gravel, the water therefore cried inside. Navigating in swathes of tristesse

The Dream Lives In Me

The Dream Lives In Me prose poem

“The Dream Lives in Me” I have a dream which flows in me I know is not going to be easy I know I have to face some trials I know the path seems so rough but I have vowed

Final

Final short poem

I write For one last time Not for anyone But for me To express thoughts Feelings Emotions Everything Spilled out on a blank page And to write all that comes to mind The struggles And the happiness The thoughts pour

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

We all speak of love and loss But do we really know the cost? Not appreciating their presence, Till they have reached heaven. We all speak of forgiveness and forgetting. But are we even trying? The act of claiming to

The Independent Beauty

The Independent Beauty short poem

she looked like a spool of thread in a giant hand but she just liked to play in sand her eyes made the girl to trap her she was addicted by her soft fur the girl wanted to protect her

Friends And Foe

Friends And Foe long poem

Hey you, just a dot in the sky, I know how big you are, there, I know distance is the foe, you fear, Divided by light years, Trust me, diminished infinitesimally, You look prettier. We all have foes and friends,

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

You betrayed me And crossed banned lines Rolling over and over Carrying with you streams of pain Hate and aches Wandering alone In fields you think Are of your own Floods of hot anger and despair Without my consent Were

Only Memories

Only Memories short poem

The wind blows, but I feel not the breeze The moon and stars on parade above Have lost their glow and magic The campfire crackles with its wavering flames But I feel not its warmth Friends singing, a blur of

Knowledge Is Power (listen To Your Intuition)

Knowledge Is Power (listen To Your Intuition) short poem

Knowledge Is Power so listen to your intuition, it is the voices of the Angels so make yourself familiar with them, they hold the key to your destiny and the light within, to deny them is to deny yourself great

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

Whispering Time

Whispering Time short poem

Pendulum strikes as usual One…..Two….Three….. Life span rotates on this formula. Time moves fast- Silent shadow starts to shrink In the form of night. Darkness give way to light Again and again the wheel rotates Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- Changes

Trust

Trust short poem

‘I’ve lived through this horrible hell with you’ he yelled, as he accused her, once again, of not trusting him. Trstu, she thought, Was subjective. Trstu, she believed, worked both ways. Watching him in anguish, she realized – her version

Find Yourself!

Find Yourself! long poem

There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an

Loyal Friend

Loyal Friend short poem

Your loyal and trustworthy; a true special kind Beautiful soul in spirit & mind You are a person whom I can depend Thank you for being such a good friend Thank you for being supportive & not giving up You

Soldiers Are Soldiers

Soldiers Are Soldiers short poem

Soldiers are soldiers today or long ago So many not given the choice, they had to go Stories told like it was yesterday You could see the pain in their eyes Til this day some still cry Battles fought in

Forgiven

Forgiven long poem

Can you hear me inside your mind crying out for comfort Can you hear me screaming, crying, beating my fists Can you hear me inside your mind desperate for a voice Can you hear me, Can you hear me !

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

Fangs

Fangs short poem

Crossing the hate walls, turning up the severed moon in stunning landscape, you scatter the rose petals on ice. One day I will find your frozen footsteps of self-denial. Now he has made the lines of stem cells free for

Golden End

Golden End short poem

All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I

Divinity At Its Best

Divinity At Its Best short poem

Life isn’t always full of turbulences, But also cheerfulness in multifarious ways. Only a spur of defining moment, And there you tread on for attainment Of internal bliss. Simply tread on God’s philosophy Of “Forget & Forgive” and the world

Hurricane Eye

Hurricane Eye short poem

I thought I saw you last night, Holding a hurricane in your hand! I beheld you in the fading light, Although I failed to understand. I’m sure I heard you in the morning, Teaching the birds how to sing. They

Blue Revelation

Blue Revelation short poem

Blue Revelation Dark fate Blue tears Oh the heartbreak Well and now the ones I Loved are all gone and I am All alone just like a ghost In my own home as the days And nights just drag on

Last Wish Of The Prey

Last Wish Of The Prey prose poem

How exciting you are! Like a bundle of light that has just discovered a keyhole Keep sneaking… Coating your words with delight Thrusting them into my waiting ears You see, It is quite dark in here, In this ancient head

The Man At The Top Of The Stair

The Man At The Top Of The Stair short poem

Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,

I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

Once I Wondered

Once I Wondered short poem

I wondered to see the sky And saw those birds flying with the clouds high, who once being chicks tried to fly As if trying to reach their destination Then my eyes went on an ant Taking a small piece

What’s The Difference?

Whats The Difference? long poem

The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really