Eurydice Poems

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Synesthetic Elegy

Synesthetic Elegy elegy

thieved by dust of years, still living dead between those tacit yellow words engraved in marble– yet, yen for you tastes opiate honeyed in flowery strings of elegy myrrh scent hanging from a lifeless tree. Come back for me love,

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Sweetest Pain

Sweetest Pain short poem

I can be so much for you, what is it that’s keeping you away, knowing how far I would go, I would give my whole life up for you, I dont know why I love you so, knowing that you

Life Goes On

Life Goes On short poem

We are all wayfaring travelers, Trudging down our separate roads, Hoping, wishing praying, Someone will come and share our load. There are sunburns on our shoulders, And blisters on our feet, We brave the wildest blizzards, And the scorching summer

Clawing Night

Clawing Night short poem

The waves crash at your threshold. You had given me lot of tears: I was dying in me- in veiled existence. I want to hear me loudly; my secret coming, across the book in black box. The androgynous deity limping

Love Sonnet 224

Love Sonnet 224 sonnet poems

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,

Lost Someone Special

Lost Someone Special long poem

This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where

World Of Imagination

World Of Imagination short poem

In a world of dreams and imaginations, There’s perfection, make-believe stories. All’s the way, we wish life to be. With equality, without disease, Over populated places. All reside in mansions, have beautiful bodies. Love is as the Cinderella story. King

Words Hurt

Words Hurt short poem

Achieving this dream Of words That consist of destroying My inner storm And Opening old wounds The lingering of pain As if salt was just poured Achieving this dream Would mean saying my goodbye’s To the ones I loved the

The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Freedom Is He

Freedom Is He ode

Dedicated to Brother Leonard Peltier The invisible rain Irrigates your roots Flowers contain Scents of your thoughts Wrapping mother earth With life saving birth Energetic space Father sky’s embrace Peltier Leonard The brave great guard For those who care To

Wager

Wager ballad

She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

The Agreement

The Agreement long poem

We didn’t do this! Believe me, please! We warned them instead. They didn’t know our tongue. We tried to stop them verily. But still they went on. The place is not good. We don’t even think of going! This is

Called By The Environs

Called By The Environs short poem

I wish often, to be a free bird, And swoop along the far-flung skies, Flying high, cruising the worlds, Lavish with engaging exotic aria. Could I be perchance, that first rain, That creates emotions, so light, The earth enjoying the

You’re Crazy

Youre Crazy long poem

Well and You’re Crazy if you think I’m gonna let you bring me down again, if you think you can just come back into my life after being gone so long and expect me to take you back just like

Retold Journey

Retold Journey short poem

Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

This is where you come from

This is where you come from prose poem

Inside an old jar, I keep in the corner of a fading memory, there was left a little heap of chocolate peel. I emptied the jar on to my lap and sewed with my fingers your enviable sunset skin. And

For My Sister On Our 40th Birthday

For My Sister On Our 40th Birthday ballad

40 here we come, please greet us with a smile We have so much to be grateful for, let’s drift back for a while A childhood full of laughter, the pictures are timeless gems Memories that make us quick to

Losing Love

Losing Love short poem

If time was faithful to me You would never have neglected me Like others I too would have been dear to you I have already suffered enough of grief and by your disloyalty I am now a wreck I would

Warm In Snow

Warm In Snow short poem

Love is as snow cast from December’s gray ceiling heavy with joy Reigning white smiles upon Us We… two in deepest warmth.. mittens entwined.. legs touching as we stand watching Winter’s crystals dance briefly in heavenly descent Within each imagined

In Front Of Our Eyes

In Front Of Our Eyes prose poem

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

Bleeding Day

Bleeding Day short poem

Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict of soul and body on the right side of truth, laid out on a table visited by desolation; here comes the crash of bodies. You stand up against the end of beginning to lock eyes

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall short poem

In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil short poem

The jogger runs His daily mile His mind far away His face a weary smile The woes of the world Don’t mean a thing to him His world; his life His days are growing thin To be able to complete

Happiest Of All!

Happiest Of All! long poem

How does it feel to see the Flamingo, when the sun is shining through the clouds, while sitting next to the window, the cool breeze touching the cheeks like healing wounds. when I became happiest of all, it is everything

Not Today

Not Today short poem

A change of season Is simply no reason A former belief Is just no relief A bird of prey knows only one way But you know what they say Any way you want it Just not today! A changing mood

Barren Tree

Barren Tree short poem

The rivers run with tears As oceans bear the rain Sailors sail through fears With no promise of terrain Only to dwell and reach this land That moans with sorrow and grief Only to hold on to a lonely hand

Song Of Freedom

Song Of Freedom short poem

Arms stretched high Voice pitched high Let me sing Song of freedom Tender shall be the song As the petal of fresh rose Fresh as the droplet of summer rain Sharper it shall be As the rains of winter sun

Chronic Wait

Chronic Wait short poem

When a full moon was taking a bath by the serene lake, you moved about in abandoned identity, your sides flaring up. A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired to prevent a

Common Words

Common Words short poem

Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We

In Clouds

In Clouds short poem

You walk on burning embers like a black stone to meet the end before beginning on empty landscape. What was the need to cross a saviour? Death had the wedding anniversary in a garden – full of blessings for the

Rebuked

Rebuked short poem

Heart filled with hate Blood cold as a winter night Forgotten by Jesus Raped by a demon Innocence was stolen At a young age, Eyes are swollen How can I forgive? I pray but my sins are too great To

Margery Pilkington-brown

Margery Pilkington brown long poem

The ugliest woman that ever was born was called Margery Pilkington-Brown. If a monkey was born half as ugly as that they would certainly have it put down. Her head was as bald as a billiard ball, yet the hair

Predatory

Predatory short poem

Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to

Words Unexpressed

Words Unexpressed short poem

With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.

Cursed

Cursed short poem

A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…

Glitters of glass

Glitters of glass short poem

My life is like broken glass in my hands What was once a beautiful ornament, now is shattered pieces of glass The terror that came in the night Has become the terror of the day It’s like I’m in a

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the

Should I

Should I short poem

Should I Should l call you love of my life or destroyer of it? Should I give you a kiss for love or a slap for hate? Should l feel love for you or hate for me? Should l sleep