Doorstep Poems

I stand at my doorstep, Eyes straining on the very path you walked by… I wait to hear those footsteps retreating, back to me, you in my arms again… I shut the door, sighing. I then hear a soft knock;

It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the

A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of

Our father left us while we were young We could not clean our own stable And we did not know how to But we knew how to protect our color. Our mother separated us for the reason You had to

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, your life poorly edited but no broken dashes or injured meter- If you do not wear white satin dresses late in life

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

I walk down the bridge Whispering to my restless mind About your last night’s talk And those unfeeling hands of innocence The night eglantine smiles In its usual way At my timid inexpressive desire And the love filled eyes of

Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty, The way the northern winds blew my skirts was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives, It was under that noon, I met thee. Racing against cold blankets from afar, and fighting cocooned

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,

This is the road that leads to my father’s home It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking, Carrying the heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables, Piled in our court-yards

One summer’s eve in Spain, I fled through an open window, Butterflies aflight In the very pit of me, And I tramped the streets, My heart abrim With such a love, But a love now long gone. With my final

Poems are reveries that call you by name. Like all true loves they arrive in spite of who you are, at your doorstep. Nothing needs to be done except to stay with your longing. They are miracles of compassion; they

In the arms of love, A beautiful untold story A loud silence that broke every barrier, The askance of the heart and its myriad worry Sojourning the barren mirth to make life merrier. Love’s wings summoned the romantist from Canada

He sat on the floor of his old room, his back Against the wall – everything was gone And the room said nothing though it had heard everything He’d ever said or thought, declared or mumbled under his breath The

It was afternoon hot on summer mid And the sky was blazing with unspeakable boiling, But still was graced with pound of clouds Which bore timid promises to overcome the summer damages. Then it was coming of rain like an

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Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you. Since the roses turned black the flowers have died, You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried. But lilies turn

When the bloodshed starts at the doorstep of solemn silence, give me a lone engagement with the invisible to unchain the split heart. I will take away the pain from home and come back in failing light when a star

She smiled every day And I returned her the same on my way! She smiled every day And I walked by just the same way! She smiled at every face That crossed her sight and that I wanted to be

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Oh Lord Almighty!! as I stand here crippled I complain to thee!! for making me crooked I look around, everything’s so nice You have filled me with only vice!! All trees flowers birds and bees Oh I envy all of

  Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle

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Particles that predict sufficiently compose respectively where fraction is reduced to identify and multiply division in a difference of separation. Maya my beautiful I reflect your effect and in direct your direction. I offer myself your protection. Translate my translucent

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Something I forgot, onward on train, got back voluntarily on my return, Scamsters! here’s a lesson from a tea vendor that You ought to learn.

Had I known how happiness happens I would have shared with you dear friend know not why sometimes the world riches do not move and yet sometimes a dime looks miraculous Why this happens I stand unmoved near a blooming

I listen and I hear them question “Why Me??” I overhear the way they think things should be, These are emotions I just do not feel, My feelings on this I know are so real. It’s a phrase I have

Now I can feel what it is real It’s not my time to wonder , hey I feel this way it’s my time to say what I want to say I want this , I want this remember that And

Wow! And then I took a deep breath As I reduced the radius between myself and the Garden of Eden I could for the second time See the multitude watch my heart Beat in front of them That wuss character

As I was engrossed in my thoughts and was sipping my tea, I suddenly felt so fresh for there was somewhere the source of positive energy, it broke my trance and I looked around, for the source the epicenter that

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth. I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the middays of the city and lying on

The sighs of loneliness Did you hear not A life without wine and women Is bored Iaid the bar keeper with A sly grin, A star winked at my window Seeing my emptiness I sighed for the nostalgia I wonder

It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom? This heart yearns for some tenderness and care So much to hope such magic can resume, There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear; Will now Persephone remember me,

Hushed gossamer twinkling wondrous night skies Crept on to tomorrow near tinted cloud dawn, So familiar life’s hopes, yet still so much surprise Each time a day cries with a sense of being born, As scurrying down skies nervous fingers

Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine

Here we are A rainbow team A better life Our only dream Look up at the sky There’s a purpose there You can’t deny Stars are everywhere Bright eyes to glow To watch you grow A milky way To dance,

Believe not in yourself when your mind is not stable You Pardon yourself when mistake is done unknowingly You blame yourself when knowingly you committed mistake You praise yourself when you have helped somebody in need You feel yourself proud

Lilac in the morning sun while the feelings were Still there lingering questions through my Cranium yet it fills a mental stadium full of Bad brain cells of bad memories and bad Frequencies, That means that everything that I went