Elevation Poems

Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Lighter than a feather, when weighed on you though, never heavier, Rain in the storm, blown away I’m torn, open up, it’s not like the norm Adored but not shown, praises that become worn, Show me the love, where’s the

So cold But so still Will my well Begin to kill my Own selfish ways Or should I just stay Frozen in order to decay In the mist of the bay May I fly to die? Or soar to become

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

I was feeling depressed as none paid attention to me I thought best way to get attention is to die & I tried I took out a long rope to hang The rope cut and I fell down I took

I do not know who shall show me the direction in being a compass to my lost ship; I do not know who shall provide a soothing balm for my soring wounds; I do not know who shall quench my

And I won’t cry, When you will come…. Peacefully I would lie, Waiting for my turn…. Don’t hesitate dear,as there’s so much noise, Just concentrate…., and listen to my voice. Though I know,More precious to you I would be…, Than

Now you call this living
? But what is living without loving
? And what is love but a verb
? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world. We all strive for happiness
. And society tells us

Oh how I remember being daddy’s little girl All of those late nights dancing in the kitchen and you watching me twirl Oh how I remember being daddy’s favorite daughter But now it seams you left me with my head

Birth Ties Premature Youth Vibrancy Naivete Vulnerability Pitfall Hollow Time Stale Pitiful Resentful Anger More energy Strong Powerful Adrenaline flowing Positive Joy Arrogance Dive Splash Affect Dive again Again Again Bam!!! Rock bottom Alone Knowledge anew Non arrogance Hollow Time

I saw a sparrow today–one small, speckled Bird, feathers fluffed against wind-toothy Rain. Driven from the sky by leaden clouds Weeping over densely packed buildings and Cold streets, he picked his dripping way to The curb to stare in blank

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

What I cannot do in real, I can do that in my dream … All my thoughts fill with life All my thoughts flow like a stream… My fears decease I can do anything in my dream I can talk

There once was an imp whose appearance was vain, his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed! From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind had once been blessed, indentured to serve the superlative

Frantic screams leap from her A symphony of worship and bitter memories mingling lingering in her mind Pink skin kissed by the summer sun turns purple under her dress as she sleeps, dreaming of her nightmare, her love Drunk on

I was keeping a vigil in holy town on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have a dirty mind? This luciferina, will not tell the truth. Venus and Venus flytrap had a parallel birth. And I was facing the

If My Face Was Deform, Would You Say, That I Was Ugly? If I Was A Little Over Weight, Could You Still See My Beauty? Does Beauty Have Anything To Do With My Complexion? Can Beauty Get Me A Job,

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may

I try to move on At the county fair But the autumn breeze blows Cigarette smoke my way And then I’m back under the dirty sheets With his dirty hands Unwelcome I try to move on In the halls of

Those tired eyes open, The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams, The Soul vibrates for a while- And becomes inactive for the day’s rest. That exhausted soul is coming back, Two weary feet are on the dark road, The shadow

Many a times I came back from the line of control They took the road of fear and crossed the enemy camp I tried to find peace in counting stars The day you put out the fire in fear of

Think of the world minus a woman, first of all there would have been no man. If at all there was an existence, It should have met with no continuance. Right from the birth of a child, You will find

Unable to reach you Unable to teach you How to love How to remove The hurt of the heart I feel maximum pain I feel like max payne Imagine what we could have made An angel calls And I continue

Oh God, I am a prisoner of you for life Pray I always speak truth , nothing but truth Wish I am always covered in the shadow of Love Bless me so that when time comes to leave this world

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

When I took my first glance at her, I wished I could take a chance at her, I wished we could go for a pretty long walk, And I could do some romance with her. Her eyes,as beautiful as a

She comes to me, My phantom lover, in the night, Wraps her sweet, dark Arms around me, And sweeps me to the heights And depths of her desire. Passion pulsing, crowning, Sailing, swirling, drowning. Through the years this dream survived,

Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .

I wanted to do something special Something to make you love me again I knew that it had to be original So i reached for my paper and pen I wanted to tell you I love you Words I’ve told

Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From

These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’

I see a little bear full of fur filled with glimmering shiny furl like crystals her eyes as icy as the ice around you,she is a little version of her mother who has diamond like eyes and has ice like

Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.

Am changing by the minute, my heart recognizes, my body hides it. Crushed I’ve exceeded my limit. The mind knows, but not my appearance. I forget my pain with medication, can’t give an accurate account. Some believe I’m a hypochondriac,