Departingsoul Poems

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If You Can

If You Can short poem

Come, I will take you through the ocean, if you can, just measure the depth of my love. Come, I will take you in the shower of rain, if you can, just measure my tears and pain. Come, I will

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Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty-Three

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty Three long poem

Been born three months when Kennedy got shot Didn’t really recognize the significance From the comfort of my cot Didn’t know Vietnam was such a brouhaha Or that the world would not be at peace For at any one time

The Face

The Face short poem

A quick glance upon the face A rush to judgment Frown lines, a curled lip A hard look reflecting the unfriendly A hard look reflecting the unkind A hard look reflecting the unhappy Look again, upon the mirror this time

Balloons

Balloons long poem

1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the

Cry Me A River

Cry Me A River short poem

Unable to reach you Unable to teach you How to love How to remove The hurt of the heart I feel maximum pain I feel like max payne Imagine what we could have made An angel calls And I continue

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Valentine

Valentine short poem

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

Blood On My Roses

Blood On My Roses sonnet poems

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where

Insomniac

Insomniac short poem

After hours, and he is still awake, & looking for a way to escape… But the truth masqueraded by the smile so fake, Can’t compare to its real shape..! Blood red eyes say the tale, Of an insomniac mind in

Backtracking

Backtracking short poem

Leave something for me to imagine. A skeleton in a pond leaps to the moon. In an air bubble lies the history of a suspended name, wasted away on water. A war is declared on the family of words, not

All About Love

All About Love short poem

I have tried to love you so many times but you cannot see clearly- why are you so blind how can it be that you don’t understand couldn’t you feel it when I was holding your hand I tell you

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

Was It Worth The Wait?

Was It Worth The Wait? short poem

Was it worth the wait? Even though the time couldn’t last Even though it was so short Was it worth the wait? How long do we have to wait? So the world can see It was meant to be Tell

Like The Dickens

Like The Dickens short poem

Well whist in the world happened to drive us so far apart my friend… I miss you and I pray someday we’ll be as close again as we were way back when… ‘cuz it’s been a long, long time since

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

The Singapore-Schooled Child

The Singapore Schooled Child short poem

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

A Simple Awakening

A Simple Awakening prose poem

Sometimes I feel So lost I dont know what direction Is up or down I have to close my eyes And remind myself to breathe The sound of your voice Is in the distance My eyes remain closed My breath

Sometimes I Cry!

Sometimes I Cry! prose poem

Sometimes I cry, Occasionally, in the quiet Darkness of the night, It makes me a human again, A weird sense of life and pain, I like the warmth of my tears, The time I know my fears, Which run across

Life

Life short poem

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

You And Me

You And Me short poem

There exists a special bond between you and me. We are one in body, mind and spirit. Our hearts are intertwined and where one begins, the other ends. We have weathered the storms of life together and the bond has

Bold Step

Bold Step short poem

Night enters into the drift. I get through a fossil, quite beyond the light, a search begins for a tortured being in some ideal’s mire. The battle begins, of fears and doubts and upon the trampled sun-blind truths of past

I’m Not Him

Im Not Him short poem

Well you say he used to and it felt so good well don’t compare me to him, I’m Not Him…I love you but I won’t live in his shadow you say why don’t you do it just every now and

Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies short poem

Her innocence trusted every word that was said, Unaware to a heartbreak she was led. Believing the sugar coated assertions that were spoken would leave her devastated and broken. Did not gauge her simplicity was the deceivers most useful tool,

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

To All Fallen Brothers

To All Fallen Brothers elegy

To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead. To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead… For Power and Ambition even Friends will part. To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart. To Courage

Chains Of Slavery

Chains Of Slavery short poem

You hold me with your chains , Your chains are heavy they lock my brain , You and your invisible chains , But I alone determine my destiny , My destiny belongs to me , So don’t try to hold

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

Mockingbirds

Mockingbirds short poem

Have-beens went into fury. Like silkworms, after the shock spinning the myths around them. Then the gossip will turn towards the words, locked in extra sensory awakening. The gametes move in a chasm, needling the pastoral scorn. From the barrel

A Farewell Message

A Farewell Message long poem

At this very hour of my life I am sitting alone with a heavy headache I have neither anger nor hatred for you; But I simply pity you And I feel sinful myself; You made me venture into this impossibility

That Smile

That Smile short poem

That smile… ooh, that smile. It has its own style… taming the wild. Bringing out the child within an old soul. That smile has its own glow … an independent show. Among the undeserving … that smile just keeps on

What Am I

What Am I short poem

The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it

Want To Make A Difference?

Want To Make A Difference? short poem

Want to make a difference? then show love Love is something people can’t get enough When with their beliefs we don’t agree We need to love them you and me Let them see Jesus living within Let them see we

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept. But I think with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize

Homage To Her

Homage To Her short poem

With Waves in the sea rising Clouds on the horizon hovering darkness in noon spreading Tears of sorrow flooding you departed in disbelief on this date that day Time Elapsing Seconds speeding Minutes moving Hours hurrying Days dashing Months marching

Flower

Flower short poem

Our life Is like a flower How will we know our scent and beauty to last forever.

God’s Beautiful Creations

Gods  Beautiful Creations short poem

Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come

Gray And Blue

Gray And Blue short poem

Since she walked away I haven’t known what to do, With all of my colors that have turned gray I’ve been left to only feel this color of blue, As there’s not a shade in this world that could ever

Catcher Freeman

Catcher Freeman short poem

Listen before I start the story I can’t be more heavenly than the heavens Or more angled than an angel I know I am just as vulnerable Than a vegetable more beastly Then a savage who couldn’t manage the damage

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For