Efficient Poems

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Appreciation

Appreciation short poem

Efficient and hard working gets appreciation Appreciation induces one to excel Getting repeated appreciation turns into addiction Appreciation in open may cease but it may be in abundance in silence When addicted , ,lack of appreciation in open may doom

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The prayer of a leader

The prayer of a leader long poem

The power that is with me Is not of my decision And the fame given me Is not of my choice Man have done wrong Betrayed and denied with purpose Killed and have killed more Murdered souls out of greed

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

Seeing In Future

Seeing In Future short poem

Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread We will have new civilization growing with

Half A Second Out Of Time

Half A Second Out Of Time prose poem

Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate

Choose Your Fire

Choose Your Fire short poem

You can burn a match or light a candle, The ladder option is more efficient, Who am I? Do as you please, burn what you will, Such is life-we move and groove on, We get along. The constraints of time

One

One prose poem

One may be Goodlooking but his Bad luck will not make him a filmy hero One may be intelligent but his Ego may come in the way of success One may be efficient but his over confidence may mar his

The Ant

The Ant short poem

I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,

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Green Thumb

Green Thumb short poem

Lucky little seed, I pick you. To bury in dirt and chicken poo. I cant wait to watch you grow. Underneath the light bulb glow. Little sapling poking out, Standing up so strong and stout. I’m so very proud of

The Paper Flower

The Paper Flower short poem

I blamed my nose for not being able to smell the flowers Till that dark night in the alley when I smelled them Felt sorry for the nose, after all it did not fail me Rather I failed to make

A Window Person

A Window Person short poem

She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to

Fallen Woman

Fallen Woman short poem

you know what I am able to do I take a guess about you you say “everyone has feelings for you” don’t clarify that means anything to you why do people trust you? I’ve always wondered “what you do” you

The Devil’s Whore

The Devils Whore short poem

Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores. Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within. The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull faded

An Anode Will Discharge

An Anode Will Discharge short poem

Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And

Saying Grace

Saying Grace short poem

The old man sits at his table with bowed head and folded hands. Before him is his evening meal for which he is about to say grace. He closes his eyes and the words flow from his lips. With sweet

Untitled

Untitled short poem

And what for this rallying call mellifluous our human and brutish moments the heaving and seething and bitching sighs and sweat to stray, accumulate, funny pictures beneath a huge and hurting sky soaked and sore in summer sun or frozen

You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain   Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

I Am Gone ?

I Am Gone ? short poem

I am gone ? Life is a joke So let’s die in smoke suffocation Death laughs as I write I try to vent my frustration The life I once spoke Is a car crash of no organization I am gone

Tragic Warrior

Tragic Warrior short poem

The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face A battle that never ends , tears that never dry Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries Even the blue

Paradise

Paradise short poem

Dear mum, Since the day I was small Till the day I became tall Since the day I began understanding things Till the day I got my own wings Your love has never fallen short You have always been my

Finally Alone

Finally Alone short poem

Self-love is the path to enlightenment, they say. A needle in the arm, a line snorted will never compare with a kiss on the cheek. A shot down the gullet or vapors inhaled will pale to a long lingering hug.

Letting Go

Letting Go short poem

You are stupid they say For feeling this way But they don’t know the pain The tears which flow like rain Every night I try and smile For I feel some joy for awhile Just glad for making it through

Arrival Of Shrieks

Arrival Of Shrieks short poem

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

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

Julia’s Tale Of True Love

Julias Tale Of True Love short poem

Fiery fervent flames raged in the room Passionately playing the melody of death In the air danced a broiling, smoky flume That blurred Julia’s e’ery path of escape The fire imprisoned her trembling soul Who begged the blaze to spare

Prior To The Twilight

Prior To The Twilight short poem

In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.

The Greatest Show On Earth

The Greatest Show On Earth prose poem

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Greatest Show on Earth We’ve got Daredevils, acrobats and clowns dishing out the mirth” Somewhere speakers crackle to life and a record plays “Ra da da da da da da da da da” The

To The Baby On The Bus…

To The Baby On The Bus... long poem

Yes, you there, two seats in front. I see and hear you there, kicking, screaming, Determined to give your mother hell, Though you don’t know you are. You don’t know what you’re doing. All of us are born conservative that

Corruption

Corruption sonnet poems

The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk

Again I Realized

Again I Realized prose poem

Ah! woke up again and I realized, her baby is prettier than her eyes, and looks picture perfect with her hubby in! Then why do I still feel her eyes, staring? and her tender voice clearer than ever! her beauty

He

He short poem

It was the clamminess of our hands As we discussed our future plans Where all of our dreams come true Where it was just me and you It was the sweetness of every moment As if by that we can

Tiger: The Grandeur Of The Jungle

Tiger: The Grandeur Of The Jungle long poem

From nose tip to tail end, is the eleven-foot-cat, the Tiger-the largest among big cats in the wild. A cat of extra-ordinary beauty- whose second double name is: power and strength; Tiger-identify by dark-vertical stripes- usually individualized pattern on a-white-brown-tawny

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

Lucky Charm

Lucky Charm short poem

As I step forth, Fear creeps in Legs trembling Eyes blurring Hands quivering Heart wailing Thoughts dwindling Silence surrounds me Standing in despair But I could see the light emanating Radiance of love gently touches me Glory wraps me Peace

Find Your Body But Lose Your Mind

Find Your Body But Lose Your Mind short poem

I’ll impregnate the wind with sin he said, while frolicking a gentle and sterile composite. I am only man, and madness is who I am, for length and breadth of depth is almost equal to unjust concept , live and

A Shadow At Midnight

A Shadow At Midnight short poem

A Shadow moves in the corner of the eye, Sending a chill through the warm summer sky, Rustling trees seem to whisper your name, Doubling back from whence they came. Your footsteps match the thuds behind, You stop and turn

Greatness

Greatness short poem

Some of us have it Most of us Wish we could just touch It for a second But few have any idea what it really Is or even how It’s formed that pulse You feel when want or desire so

A thousand dreams

A thousand dreams short poem

A thousand dreams I have experienced and all were better than my reality Forty years I have lived on this planet and all I believe in is eternity Not for the body of course but for the soul that searches

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

I saw you alright, but I am not noticing you yet you have come at the wrong moment, and I cannot be your destiny, I cannot yield to myself anymore. And yes the flame has died down there is nothing