Dynasties Poems

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Mischievous Grief

Mischievous Grief short poem

The uttered words that drew so deep, The lines of grief that can not be retrieved, Claims and chants of prepetrating misdeeds, Disputed faith on the dynasties, Dynasties that survived the storms, Teaching thy man to be on their feet,

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Pink City

Pink City short poem

Burnt-out myths in the old city are stitching the lips of people. Pink walls smell like blood. Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless deity on throne. Marigolds are soaked in flowing tears. Innocent wheels riding against blast, stand still to

The Eyes Of Heaven

The Eyes Of Heaven prose poem

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Borrowed Dreams

Borrowed Dreams long poem

I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted

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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

Mosaic Memory

Mosaic Memory short poem

Memories of pine strewn air Of long ago On those cold early mornings Enrich the day with color Confiding in childhood once again Warms the heart in an insecure world Tethered by arms of history Entwined by a web of

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

The Faith Poem

The Faith Poem short poem

If you’ve ever been broken hearted, so lost and alone, just run to the one who poured out his love. If you’ve ever been persecuted, and you feel like giving up, Open your eyes and lift your hands up. ‘Cause

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

Incomplete

Incomplete long poem

You can’t get smoke without a fire You can’t ride a bicycle without its back tyre All these things show That everything exists in pairs – this you should know You can’t call it a day if there is no

Beauty Of Darkness

Beauty Of Darkness prose poem

The Night seems to be so ‘Haunted’. He scares us with his ‘Beauty’ and makes us so comfort with his ‘Darkness’. He is someone who doesn’t talk but listens to everything. When Night is awake every life is dead. But

Generous Bubbles

Generous Bubbles ode

To love thy neighbor as thyself To be kind and never be tough Do you love thyself? Is the question You are too far Call for correction Love is a feeling this is a case The monetary things cannot replace

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

cement heart of disappointment you traveled but not far enough graceful hands and tapered nails handwriting worthy of a calligrapher barking your knuckles peeling spuds standing in boots and a man’s coat you stink of his sweat raise his children

Love Sonnet 30

Love Sonnet 30 sonnet poems

My love, we ventured deep in raging storms, Have groped in fogs, plodded on snow, Endured the scroll, aligned to rules and norms, Would we then die in calm, when no winds blow? For ships are stranded in such windless

Star Fire

Star Fire short poem

Is there no star will lend me its fire? For I’m cold, so terribly cold. My teeth chatter, my skin pales And as I lie there, shivering and shouting For help, in vain, I could do with the memories And

About Love

About Love short poem

This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs long poem

On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow

Not So Down

Not So Down long poem

The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife

A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

She is every time busy making everything a mess seeking to be fussy raking up her guess runs to the bus-stop with an urge to catch the bus. but she starts to weep when she loses her purse looks around

In Cahoots

In Cahoots short poem

I long to be in cahoots with you, It sounds a magical place. More tempting than peril or jeopardy, Less wearying than love or awe. Yes I’d rather be in cahoots with you. Let’s go there and get trouble and

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

Wrath

Wrath short poem

Wrath hammers down Crushing My reflection bursts into flames Leaping Scorching liquid glass into my bloodstream. Blood coagulates into mercury droplets Reaching the floor Rolling Out into infinity Space is the absence of thing-ness into that space, where no one

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider short poem

I know a face,a beautiful face  Constantly explored by race  Resides within me with Grace  Beauty insider holds “HER” Space  I know “She” is insider,”She” is Chic  Neither by ornaments,nor by Gold  “She” in natural looks is an aesthetic  “Her”

Prince Of Peace

Prince Of Peace prose poem

He came to serve and not to be served But billions of people stand to serve Him He was not an orator But He spoke concepts that were never spoken He has come with no credentials But become incredible credential

Once Again

Once Again short poem

The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let

Rebirth

Rebirth short poem

I want to become your tomb If I am born once again on this earth.. In the darkness of the tomb, You will be lovelier than the moon. your blue eyes Glittering in the gloom. In your cold eternal sleep

Star-crossed

Star crossed short poem

They always met at that restaurant you never saw full more waitresses than customers despite the good location the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together while

One Hundred Laments

One Hundred Laments short poem

Trading the sweetness, a rainbow on icefalls, you will come back on rocks and drink the elixir of death. A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler, ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass. The pink goddess of

Coin toss (decisions)

Coin toss (decisions) short poem

Carrying a satchel all along inside of which are , decisions un-taken I run up and down Scaring away my evil cravings and all the immoral that the world taught me I focus too much on not doing bad (wrong)

I Love You

I Love You ode

She is silent, He is silent, But the silence is broken, And the eyes are doing their work, A beautiful heart in love, Is reflected in the eyes. She knows it well, He knows it well, Then why this refrain?

Just Rain

Just Rain short poem

The rain came today Little drops at first Then, gaining confidence Grew more insistent Drumming on the ledge With a rapid tattoo The birds didn’t mind They arced and soared Laughing at umbrellas And the rush for indoors How beautiful,

Strength

Strength short poem

Remember the times when you were younger You broke your knee and survived a fall You shrugged and smiled and took it in your stride You were so brave and endured it all Laughed it off when others scoffed And

God Is Love Do We Understand

God Is Love Do We Understand prose poem

It is not what we say it is what we do are we showing love, me and you? We say God is love but do we know what that means if we say God is love..love needs to be seen

Brain Shaking

Brain Shaking short poem

Thought shook through me thrilled with a sense of poignant pictures came thronging in panic haste tinsel glitter of empty titles thrilled by fresh and indescribable odors through a cycle of many ages endless and labyrinthine sentences thrilled to the

Shadows Of Her

Shadows Of Her long poem

His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity of the most dark, sinister and raw nature and he listens as the darkness of her whispers in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare to love such shadows as me?” He

Summertime By Michael Perry

Summertime By Michael Perry short poem

Moth against-the screen flitting at the light-repeatedly being blind- to the source it seeks- reacting over and over-to strive live and beat-long as it can more over- a thousand times-with wings kept moving-relentless-ly until it fails- in it’s attempt to

The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

Flowers And A Deck Of Cards

Flowers And A Deck Of Cards ballad

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