Detachment Poems

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink

Sadness mostly breaks upon the horizon it slips into its coma unless you awaken it with a light you carry it like a dead weight a burden inside you. push it all you might but sadness comes again. Let me

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

The watcher, he sits over there, Staring,I can see him staring his evil glare, He’s the watcher, he watches ’till I sleep, Then he’ll come for me creep, creep, I drift alone into a world of dread, I cannot move,can’t

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the

I feel all alone In a dark place with no sign of life Sign of life being happiness and love The dark place is in my head Cause I have created this place for myself to escape the reality The

I took a deep breath And reached into the bag of my heart. Before I exhaled. I took a step in thought. This gift I have for you, it’s not like I have a receipt for it. Hoping that you’ll

Still, even now, I have two minds… It must be – Either You’re acting, to make me hate you, Or You’re really worth hating. See how foolish I am, to still trust you, See how bold I am, to let

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspects of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day

December 25th /2013. My cherished woman, Without a face, Dwells in my books, And diaries, Without a stance; In my coffee cup, She swims And passes in my mirror, Without a trace; She wanders About In my veins, sings in

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like

Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

The Door// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Why it should happen the parting of ways? Between the will to arrive and the goal? Between the unlearning and contempt, lies a tale. Terror. Petrifying fear ………., doggedly I was defending the door. Inspite of the terrible blows I

Surrender To gravity Levitate and ascend To the sun All to drop From dead last To none Demons cast out Far, far, far from here Light-years away From this Terrestrial sphere Intergalactic war zone Asteroids and shooting stars Little green

The black smoky cloud Floating in the air Was ready to spread its wings to the world. I looked up to see its black strong wings. Part by part , section by section It floated away and re-joined slowly. It

Cuckoo when I imitate your voice, You think it’s a rival who may trap your spouse, Don’t you trust she loves you, only you, How can anyone kidnap your spouse. I want to learn how a beloved is called In

What is it that binds me to you? Is it the pain? Is it the scars? Or is it the soul of an old friend? Whom I met years after. Is it the sound of your voice? That I hear,

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

She was a flower, Blossoming in each direction she stepped. A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater. She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty. The spread of her fragrant

Sitting on rocks, by river side, I envision your face, am tempted more, With scraps that flow, on sheet of river, I feel as am floating, and I endeavour, To quench your voice, and feel your heart, Looking to eternity,

Take into consideration what we’ve witnessed, experienced, Our brothers and sisters being Laid to rest every weekends. Their bodies being buried Six feet under this land, Their souls leaving this precious earth, Into the heavens and the horrible hells. All

I just walk through my day as I stroll through a dream Where all things are as possible as they may seem, Where the moon rides the daytime, the sun rides the night For surely this means that both periods

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

Every day and every night I long for a true love that will never die no more tears from tired eyes no more so lonely I just sit and sigh just a true, true love that’ll never die Well that

Here we go again trying to revive something That has long since been dead and somebody Said I see red well and here we go again Going around and around again… Oh and I feel a strange change from the

I see no change In age.. For some years that were before, Childhood days were happy, Young age was to make merry. There was the sky and heaven, I was roaming as Romeo even. Then came established life; there was

One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

Fight me,here I stand, In your costly possessed land, Which you incurred by fate, But I incurred by hard faith. You were gifted the golden throne, But I was gifted your half eaten bone, Still I stand in your possessed

From the sea they came, With their gigantic boats. That could travel upstream, Through the river even, Into the sacred valley. They brought new gifts From the Sun, perhaps. Their lands were unknown To us, at least. They said It

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

I am supposed to be sick, but I am in office, I am supposed to be working then, but I am goofing away my time, reading a whole lot of stuff that folks have written. And trust me some of