Disappearing Poems

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Anthony

Anthony short poem

Well and the Anthony I knew was a scared and lost little boy confused about life and sought sanctuary by drinking himself out of reality…well I thought I could save him but he only ended up using me so I

Poems containing references to : Disappearing

The Moonlight Warrior

The Moonlight Warrior short poem

Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,

Him And The Pink Train

Him And The Pink Train long poem

It hurts so much Every single day Facing the same problems when it all started 2 years ago Not until June 9th Where it will all be over All the pain, the tears and the suffering The short glances, the

Endless Wait

Endless Wait prose poem

The young romantic couple dreamt of moon light meet He was all in Ecstasy as the night started setting in with the Milky moon gradually balooning on the horizon He was on cloud nine dreaming of his beloved anticipating her

Intangible And Choice

Intangible And Choice prose poem

Intangible and Two/Intangible and Choice/The Disappearing Cave I’ve arrived at an impasse. It is, yet again, time to decide. To decide on the moldings of your innards and the facade oriented outwards. What to do, oh what to do? Sunshine

Song Of The Last Siren

Song Of The Last Siren short poem

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. I scramble for sparks, my hands

Coffee And Conversation

Coffee And Conversation short poem

Cups of hot water & beans-Ah coffee! and tongues spewing air laden alphabets; from a lazy afternoon till a hazy evening, coffee and conversation.. Of loves & lies and dreams & sighs, mothers & brothers, fathers & sisters; of passions

Lone Goat

Lone Goat prose poem

Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!

Eagle’s Enhanced Rainbow

Eagles Enhanced Rainbow prose poem

While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears

Blast

Blast short poem

In a pool of blood a face swims. Under the boulders there is a muffled scream. Your private god was not there. The space is littered with death-snacks. Births a bloom of limbs, stained shirts, twisted wheels. Dam of tears

A Distant Endearment

A Distant Endearment short poem

Look outward, vacillant eager suitor; the harbouring eyes reveal all. And never disappearing, your every thought would explore revolving exclaves; maintaining absolving introversion. Never subvert the remaining affection; never go. Endless reminder; sanguine. Rarely ever after death, there’s happiness. Every

Drooping

Drooping short poem

For a desolatory trident I was feeding my anger. I could not do it, sell myself for punitive lenses of my calculus. A nymphalid arsenal. The war was still going on to strike in deep pockets, demolishing nascent hope. Future

Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose, has set my desire for her to the skies But I am unable to make out whether she is in Love with me She walked past me like a cool breeze

Death

Death short poem

On a cool evening, With sun shining, And wind breezing, Waves in the sea rising, I was alone walking Along the beach improvising the thoughts of simple living And high thinking. I saw a woman and child passing chatting with

Rolling Time

Rolling Time short poem

Those days my head was completely covered with thick hair These days my head is devoid of any hair Those days I needed a mirror to look at my head These days my head itself looks like a mirror Those

Eclipsed

Eclipsed long poem

As soon as upon the east, the Sun appeared The darkness out of fear slowly disappeared The Sun immediately commenced the invasion To conquer the skies and complete the mission Annihilating the stars which were apart The sun added each

Sky

Sky short poem

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your

Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer long poem

One day a book materializes And floats off store shelves; The other side of earthly farewells, It describes and tells. Upon its arrival, It trends and goes viral; There’s no literary rival – Life’s AfterParty is the title. THE DEFINITIVE

Carbon Choking

Carbon Choking short poem

Uninhibited violence. The disappearing she-factor in stem cells at sunset point, which could not collect the evidence.How the tomb-sweeping stopped and candles blown out? This time the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again gone out of sight, and the dark

Radical Thoughts.

Radical Thoughts. short poem

I am watching flock of birds flying, gradually start disappearing. It makes me feel small and incapable. It’s not about the flying ability, it’s about the freedom. I tied with bondings, which makes me vulnerable. If change is the way

Decision. Conform. Disappear.

Decision. Conform. Disappear. short poem

When you have been for long hanging into a strange nothingness, you begin to feel your floating hinges creak. Decide, decide, decide. Because everyone knows what they want from their lives (it’s believed). But creaking hinges are good I say,

Can I?

Can I? short poem

Can I be, a seed that is left in the wild? Probably to sprout or just be as it is And not sprout. Can I be, a dewdrop on a wild flower? Left to be drunk by a bee or

Beautiful Lie

Beautiful Lie short poem

You drew me in and kiss me Your hand reached out and grasp me. The other clutching my hair, You touch me with utmost care. I close my eyes and feel your lips. They were sweet with soft, gentle nips.

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Dark

Dark short poem

It is dark in here, I can feel the sunshine And hear the birds. It is dark in here, The laughter of people The sound of traffic. It is dark in here, A door is open, there’s a breeze, I

The Port

The Port short poem

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

Voice Of The Strings

Voice Of The Strings short poem

The string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings

Slain Roses

Slain Roses short poem

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

Life Without You

Life Without You short poem

Life would be dreary Without you my deary You are – My friend My caretaker My mentor My inspiration My confidant My soul My everything Life without you Is long overdue You are the one Who gave me the power

Freedom Is Always Bliss

Freedom Is Always Bliss short poem

We are free to attack and destroy evil, But for that is needed a very strong will We are free to compromise in life, But not with dagger and knife Freedom is to set free minds from terrors, Freedom is

A Purple Umbrella

A Purple Umbrella long poem

A purple umbrella What once blocked the rain Now catches the opportunity A purple umbrella What protected me from discomfort Now prevents puddles A purple umbrella The comfort of not being wet Has been exchanged for the freedom to breath

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

Hope

Hope short poem

Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s

The Golden Pot Of Education

The Golden Pot Of Education short poem

The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .

Infinite

Infinite short poem

Breathe In and out Chest falling and rising She speaks of lost life Melting galaxies swirl through her Stardust pumps in her blood Strands of life are woven through She echoes a lost universe Unique and radiant Sparking and alluring

Hopeless Mortal

Hopeless Mortal short poem

Carry on oh hopeless mortal try to live with hope of love connive yourself into belief collude yourself into yielding trust me not, your old ally trust the venomous heart you have fall flat on your face get up and

The Measure Of A Human

The Measure Of A Human prose poem

The human brain weighs three pounds. The human heart weighs eleven ounces. Human skin is seven hundreds of an inch thick. To know a human’s mind and heart takes time. It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

Love Of Life

Love Of Life long poem

Love me, don’t leave me Hold me, don’t free me I will always be there Please don’t use me And never refuse me Never refuse the love that I give For without your love I can no longer live The

Soul Star

Soul Star short poem

Why would I not sing to you in tears of vermillion fire? Sing the fires of blue flame, sing the rage of form. For these words no location in the blood-red depths of an apple-green paradise. Yes, yes your azure