Decision-time Poems

Decision-time poems bring the best collection of short and long decision-time poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great decision-time rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these decision-time poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on decision-time are here for you.

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes long poem

Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away

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Fighters At Large

Fighters At Large short poem

A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.

Something To Say…

Something To Say… short poem

Am I happy? Am I sad? Have I been good? Have I been bad? Look at me crippled Over there Look at me dancing Everywhere Am I really sitting still? Am I climbing up that hill? I am weaving my

Doctor Of Philosophy

Doctor Of Philosophy short poem

I He caged a raven thereby saddening a sufi gentleman ,who thought none of the fraternity of man incompetent to do something so absurd . Actually ,when consulting the mirror of his mind and the one in his bedroom, he

February 2016

February 2016 prose poem

All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my

A Bad Trip

A Bad Trip long poem

Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn

Write, But Not Tonight

Write, But Not Tonight short poem

I want to write, But not tonight. Sleep is calling, I feel me falling. I rest my head, On my soft bed. My eyes are closed. I cover my toes. But my mind’s clear, And in full gear. Words start

Mother

Mother short poem

God said in my absence the angel on earth is you, Filled your heart with love and unfailing patience too! The sacrifices you have made, those can never be repaid! Right from the womb till our last moment, You give

Through The Flames

Through The Flames long poem

the devil is a trickster can’t find him in Twisted Sister sorry that I missed her aim to fame was through the flames eating Cheetos got your juice frozen got thoughts of the ocean sifting through the latest trends some

Rebirth

Rebirth short poem

I want to become your tomb If I am born once again on this earth.. In the darkness of the tomb, You will be lovelier than the moon. your blue eyes Glittering in the gloom. In your cold eternal sleep

Now You Call This Living?

Now You Call This Living? prose poem

Now you call this living
? But what is living without loving
? And what is love but a verb
? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world. We all strive for happiness
. And society tells us

Wait

Wait short poem

do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering

Sky Is The Limit

Sky Is The Limit prose poem

We have heard many say Sky is the limit What is this Sky about For doing so many things Helping the needy Achieving a goal Setting great targets To become “somebody” To scale a mountain To cross a big river

Daddy – Yeoman Of My Life

Daddy   Yeoman Of My Life short poem

As I descended on this Earth, You were the first male face I knew after my birth. You nurtured me with your deep insights….. Though, I gave You troubled times and sleepless nights At times, when You straightened me, I

A Lost Song

A Lost Song short poem

Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song

Wholesome Holes

Wholesome Holes short poem

Souls leave no shadows And no more shades either For, they remain in those Moth eaten sepias as relics of Those we have loved once And killed many times over Souls leave holes only Wholesome holes; say some in mock

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

My Darkness

My Darkness short poem

I see the darkness. It does not take on the appearance of the description i was given as a naive child so many years ago. The darkness sees me. It sees my body, and it sees my soul. It sees

Restored Dreams

Restored Dreams prose poem

My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped

Angel Of The Solitudes

Angel Of The Solitudes prose poem

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

Echos Sound

Echos Sound short poem

In a stare it can echo, Across the unwritten lines, The stir can make you, Find ways to forget time. In a stare it can shine, Sunlight too bright to see, Shielding your watery eyes, Ears blast still listening. The

Sorrow After Infidelity

Sorrow After Infidelity elegy

That night, Together we ate the forbidden fruit, With such a ravenous appetite, No sorrow, no regrets, Just smiles, Holding each other tightly, Like we’ll never let go, No one else mattered, Only we did. Day by day, Life seemed

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

Silver saucer shaped Spaceship dreams

Silver saucer shaped Spaceship dreams short poem

Magnificent silver space suit please; as I journey to a cosmic galaxy full of extraordinary things, Floating endlessly in a kaleidoscopic machine; the void of space is insignificant when light beams, A field of planets to watch as the spaceship

Demonetisation

Demonetisation short poem

Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no

Axilla

Axilla short poem

well past closing all the glasses dirty no one’s gone home despite the bruised air ceiling fans limping round the woman at the mic is no longer singing just making music erecting sand dunes it’s gymnastics on the stage they

Oozed

Oozed short poem

We oozed out of this place. A placed formed by dust, rock and gravity. Born we were into the infinite void, opened our eyes and here we where. How strange. Now what? Civilization as it is, hasn’t a clue. The

When Darkness Prevails

When Darkness Prevails short poem

When darkness prevails, Even our own shadow betrays. World avails the opportunity, Criticizing you and questioning your capability. Unexpected people change their minds, On asking help, they behave as if blind. They don’t look into the real matter, Only spread

Life

Life short poem

Life is a noble cloak Put on by each soul on earth May be silky, smooth or rough But everyone should wear it with We can wear it unstained We’re free to make its shape We may sometimes tear or

Barrier

Barrier short poem

Long barbed wire- rage- divides nations imaginary line in the blue sky- fear- keeps nations alert beyond the waves of shore, a nation’s hand of power keeps control, subjects are squeezed, rulers thump feet, earth is divided in the name

A Day

A Day short poem

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

Inspire

Inspire short poem

Sometimes we face tides, not meant for us And we dare to solve complication,without a fuss In such time of Quandary, keep a mind still Inspire yourself to step up the peak of Hill When someone does not want you

Stella And Me

Stella And Me prose poem

Im in a bar, not just any bar, a magical place that takes me any place. A couple of stellas and I’m starting to think wouldn’t it be great to go to Australia and actually not think. The banter,the bollocks

Autumn.

Autumn. short poem

Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome long poem

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

Scrutiny’ Truth

Scrutiny Truth short poem

You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition

Ode To Winter

Ode To Winter ode

You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

The Coldest Yet

The Coldest Yet short poem

That’s the coldest yet, the words on my father’s lips, each night from October to spring, as he stood at the back door shaking the East Belfast rain off his coat, and stamping the mud off his Shipyard boots, before

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun