Detroit Poems

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Not Accepting Defeat In 2017

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017 short poem

Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they

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Loss Of A Life

Loss Of A Life short poem

Stone pelted blood and gore My innocent eyes now all sore Grief stricken my hands all tied My nimble limbs wounded one side I look around to see pain and fear Who knows what brought me here I try and

White As Snow

White As Snow short poem

Today, if you will hear My voice, and harden not your heart, Then of Me, And My Kingdom, You shall have a part. Behold, I stand at your door and knock, whomsoever lets me in, I shall Heal them, and

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Have you ever been on the brink of madness, one step away from losing your mind? Have you ever been so close to chaos, things that made sense got left behind? Don’t look up to him for answers. question the

A Facilitator’s Journey

A Facilitators Journey short poem

Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,

Draw Close Together

Draw Close Together short poem

Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned

Nepalese In Chinatown

Nepalese In Chinatown short poem

Tables laden with stones and gems, Adornment for a lady and her hems. Cat’s eyes in necklaces, sapphires and rubies, Shimmering in oriental colors- Such beauties! Strange and mystical dark objects, Matched by inscrutable, smiling Nepalis. Eager to please and

A Swallow Who Won’t Wallow

A Swallow Who Wont Wallow short poem

Am a swallow who’s fled from this world; to reside in a personal inferno! I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad; who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue. Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

Change

Change short poem

I once heard someone say, If you don’t change you do not grow, But I waved the thought away, For who were they to think they know, I’d always stayed the same, A heart that thrived within the cold, And

Thousand Ways

Thousand Ways prose poem

In love I learned a thousand ways to comfort this world, smiled and hugged blew kisses so warm , built inn and held caravan so long , brew tea, wrote words alive played music as every fibre of my being

Catalyst

Catalyst short poem

If not for that pitcher of ugly beer, We’d never have been in love. You for once would never have Made sense of my drunken chatter. Nor I found your stubble anything to Die for, considering how they prick My

Endless Road

Endless Road short poem

We are all in a race, the race for being first, From childhood we have been told you have to come first or your life will be as meaningless as dust. People are struggling to be appreciated and be known,

Echo

Echo short poem

The night was at its depth I sat alone in the dark I felt lonely and sad My mind traveled all around I felt like trapped in my body. I wished I could run back- To my blooming youth With

The Trouble Defined

The Trouble Defined short poem

It’s not by the gun that the deed is done, The deed is done by the gunner. It’s not the trigger that moves the finger, It’s the finger that moves the trigger. it’s not the barrel that puts you in

Nobody’s Fool

Nobodys Fool ballad

Will I ever be your one and only, will I ever mean that much to you I know she broke your heart, tore your dreams apart, but you’re nobody’s fool You say she left you without warning, but we both

A New Day

A New Day short poem

We hike till the bright sky turns to a murky night. Smiling with delight as we hike. Each of us filled to the brim with happiness, while enjoying life to the fullest. We hike in delight and in dislike. We

Cursing Remorse

Cursing Remorse short poem

Words in didos float like floes – In a Pontos of egos endorsing remorse; To pinkoes playing with awes and throes- Curses of chaos, fouls, and woes! Souls hiding behind words transpose- Sallowed ones hiding behind flaws! Some say their

Articulating

Articulating prose poem

Articulating who you really are is like painting exactly what you are trying to say; a word or a colour in the wrong place and it says you are inadequate in some way. we are all inadequate in one way

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

As If You Were The Pages Of A Book

As If You Were The Pages Of A Book short poem

I wrote this thinking about you, the other day, As if you were the pages of a book, What a love story that would be I could see the universe through the words you spoke, As each page turned Led

No Afterlife, After Life

No Afterlife, After Life short poem

I thought there’d be a trial for sure, With my lonesome self before a gate. It seems all which I’d preached before, Does not quite fit into my fate. My God is gone, with him my crutch, And it is

The Wind Is Rising!

The Wind Is Rising! short poem

The wind is rising! We must try to live. I know them now, In fragments that disavow. The clouds that move As strands of massive deception. Ships without destination! The lantern still shines! Light before darkness. And to me it

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

Bleed

Bleed long poem

Wide awake, I dream, In that land I try to scream, Here I can’t feel a thing, It hurts, I can feel the pain. Blood is flowing down, I can feel it on my skin, The pain comes from within,

Damn The Self Righteous!

Damn The Self Righteous! short poem

Down through your nose you peer at me As if I don’t belong The gossip you have swallowed Has infected your cruel tongue For you have nothing good to say Nor better things to do Than let your tiny mind

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I could feel it stir, Arousing from a deep sleep outside time, lingering in the shadows, Shying away from the naked light, Throbbing in sync with my melodramatic heart, Almost ripping the fabric of my skin. I could feel it

The End In Every Story

The End In Every Story short poem

You and I were meant to be For days have come and years to see This isle so far I don’t know why For shaking my feet and hand just sigh I know it’s not our final walk Cause being

Doon Afternoon

Doon Afternoon short poem

Crisp eucalyptus leaves Pale green, redolent with a spicy aroma Some just shards of the palest beige A fragrant carpet underfoot With every step and every breath. Perched on the branch Of the lichee tree Rough barked Black ants tickling

Why Them?

Why Them? short poem

Too many mouths to feed, fewer hands to work, Life is a constant struggle, but they have to give birth! For them their life was never a choice, Did God play a cruel joke? Were they his toys? When you

Love Sonnet 217

Love Sonnet 217 sonnet poems

My love, a kiss, now marks upon your neck, As love became territorial these days, Reminds me more than would the usual peck, True love, to strange lands never ever strays; Thereby I own your every love’s caress, Your thoughts,

Onfire

Onfire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

I’ve Had Dreams.

Ive Had Dreams. prose poem

I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more

Elegy for a ‘rose lost

Elegy for a rose lost elegy

Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already

Happy

Happy short poem

Happy is a smile that makes the sun shine makes the air feel as crisp as the morning shine. Happy is being able to call you friend, and that no one else can comprehend. Smile a Smile and never pretend,

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

See No Good

See No Good short poem

You live in a world where evil prevails. you’re trying to find a way out eventually, your body becomes frail peace becomes a doubt Life isn’t what it used to be only confined to toys now its as deep as

Ode To Thoughts Lost

Ode To Thoughts Lost ode

The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of

Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

Days passed, Months passed, Years of waiting- For someone might Turn up a day. Like a pomegranate In the mountains high I had been waiting, Smiling with mouths open And my pearls- dropped one by one, One after another, Till