Deviance Poems

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The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Poems containing references to : Deviance

Akhal Teke Autumn

Akhal Teke Autumn short poem

She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of

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Friendship

Friendship short poem

A bond unbroken, A promise so strong, Tested several times, but still it exists fighting all the odds. Grew up as classmates sharing each other’s part, Laughing and giggling we spent our days together, Unnecessary fights, continuous leg pulling, arguments,

Disclaimer

Disclaimer short poem

A brush with pain of chest starts recalibrating the fog of eyes. World has come a long way from a child’s brain to prepare an indigenous bomb for a roaring ascent. Where my son, you want to go in trees

Praying Hurriedly

Praying Hurriedly short poem

You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?

Epiphany

Epiphany short poem

why do we “fall in love” ? why can’t we land in love ? maybe because falling in love means you’ve stepped into a gaping abyss , and no matter how much you try to stop the the fall ,

The Nature Of Things

The Nature Of Things short poem

  Come morning I battle with flight or fright The start of righting wrongs, The splatter among these trees And fields that have been driven passed up In search of more than sugarcanes I still feel the butterflies How lithe things

Motive

Motive short poem

My aim was not to visit, Any house or human. My motive was not to flirt; My objective was to win. I always remember this; When I start. My aim was to locate love; Inside of hearts. When love is

Sleeplessness

Sleeplessness short poem

Through the elements of fear in faith you become vulnerable to conversing legends. The reclining god was stolen from the temple for a weeping skull. Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes in

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Hush Mind

Hush Mind short poem

Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon

Fear Not

Fear Not short poem

Fear not, my friends, of dreaming For those who call themselves realists, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends, of loving For those who call themselves heartbroken, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends,

Enigma

Enigma short poem

The last signs of man’s existence, Are a full forty miles away. The flowers blooming in nascence, Are scattered all along my way. The last thing from out yonder, Is this serpentine stream beside, Leaving me and I to ponder,

I’m A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please

Im A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please short poem

You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos

Just Another Journal Entry

Just Another Journal Entry prose poem

The thing about it is that I don’t know who I want to be with or if I want to be with anyone at all. I’ve spent my entire life being tied down to a lover, not ever knowing what

Self-help

Self help short poem

A tiny little bee buzzing on a tree flutters its wings inspecting every flower for the divine nectar! A tiny little ant scurries its way waving its feelers inspecting every particle if it is its food! A chirping little sparrow

Immortality

Immortality short poem

A very disconnecting creek where bodies were found, presents a pictorial death in night, which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic was at the door. The art of debating the

Numb

Numb short poem

People are hurting me. I just sit there and don’t feel a thing. They have all murdered me to not care about anything There are weights on my shoulders. Invisible and harmless, they are. It’s like I’ve grown older. I’m

Bliss

Bliss short poem

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

Feelings

Feelings short poem

Sometimes these feelings inside me, tickle so hard at the core in my body, physically. But where ? I don’t exactly know. Somewhere beneath my head ? or perhaps knocking under the chest ! but it does, and frequently. The

Last Night’s Dream

Last Nights Dream short poem

I don’t recall much from last night’s dream only that you were there and so was I for the first time in quite a while I remember your figure glowing in the darkness of sleep so brightly it threatened to

Deep Down

Deep Down short poem

I don’t know how it would be Down there deep inside a womb. Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet There amidst all the hustle and bustle A ball, consisting of water and flesh Starts to grow Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware Swimming

Money – A Cruel Agent – 4

Money   A Cruel Agent – 4 short poem

The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.

Love

Love long poem

Three words that makes one flutter Three words that worth a million I say that is love Life without love is a pain to bear, But when you attain it is a joy to share It changes a man’s life

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Unanswered

Unanswered long poem

The user keeps robbing the soul. The circulation of lies spinning the arrow my way. Why can’t love be reciprocated? Agony plagues the heart. Deception hovers over the mind. Why the heart and the mind cannot be at peace? The

A Soldier’s Message

A Soldiers Message elegy

Don’t cry for me… I’ve met my destiny And found solace in the soil that covers me. Look beyond my grave Gather the stones, guns, bullets and grenades Build them into wheels For windmills, bicycles and trains. Look into children’s

Stones In Crypt

Stones In Crypt short poem

It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.

Fred The Frog

Fred The Frog short poem

I once met a frog Whose name was Fred He hopped around And bounced on his bed. He hopped to the pond And went for a swim He called for his friends And they all joined in At night he

A Tiny Drop Of Tear

A Tiny Drop Of Tear long poem

A tiny drop of tear Washes away my fear Enlightens my heart with hope Encourages me towards the Lords’ rope Eyes shedding the waters Drops,tip top and the cheeks wet Somewhere,in me,the pain rattles I confuse people with this rain

Being You?

Being You? short poem

Make it out, what’s inside you; for the  beholds something special for you. Try and hear what’s yelling from inside you, and let that totally, and wholly absorb you. For your very life is not moderate , and so should

Love Is Forever

Love Is Forever short poem

Season’s change People change But LOVE IS FOREVER There’s no distance Too far the heart can Not bridge if two People are meant to be Together and in my Heart of hearts I believe I believe it was our Destiny,

Certitude

Certitude prose poem

She beamed melancholy Her darkness a beacon, My eyes captivated By the tilt of her smile. Skin of scars begging To ease, save, steal, To rebuild upon her stars, If she’d have me. In letters, then laughter She came willingly,

My Place In Life?

My Place In Life? short poem

Money in Life Can Bring joy Can bring pain Can bring grief And Life without Money Can Bring all the Same How to Live; When No Passion Exists Who are we; What do we Become How do you find it

I’m Too High

Im Too High short poem

Totally lost in you…am I too high? I have to hold myself back, sigh! I wish I could crash in to you and die I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie! The bling in your eyes make me smile,

Childhood Days

Childhood Days short poem

I miss my dear friend and childhood days; Catching butterflies with sun’s rays. I miss your pulling my pony tail; Not doing homework and showing face pale. I remember your being punished for my sake ; Sharing even the last

Two Stars In The Sky

Two Stars In The Sky elegy

Two stars in the sky, Play hide ‘n’ seek with me; One, a little naughty, the other, a little shy. Twinkle, giggle, vanish! They love to play ‘Peek-a-boo…..’ They’re like the ones I bore, But a little closer, a little

Mirror

Mirror long poem

Err’ Morning I wake, I always look forward to seeing your face, ‘cuz in your eye, I see… I see how rough or smooth my night was. How do I know that? You’re always by my side I go to

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were