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Framed

Framed short poem

I stand by the mirror, And lo, I stand framed, till my breath Moistens the glass And I live again To face up the inadequacies That fall in line for me To adorn one after the other Over a sheepish

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Resilience

Resilience short poem

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

The Germ Man

The Germ Man short poem

The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants

God’s Nation

Gods Nation long poem

Look around you, how many of these faces do you really know? Could you put a name to each face, or do some people not ring a familiar tone? Do you go to church all dressed in your Sunday best?

Authors Logur

Authors Logur short poem

In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will

Thoughts Of A Building

Thoughts Of A Building prose poem

You think I am dead however I am alive. I grew like livings, from a kid to fully revive. I was also born, as a piece of land. Now look at me, how big I stand. My father is an

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Jake Finally Departs

Jake Finally Departs long poem

Today I lost my most loyal friend My dog Jake was loyal to the end He struggled to walk, my heart was in pain Couldn’t keep him with me, nothing to gain Took him to my vet, put him to

Behind These Bars

Behind These Bars short poem

Behind these bars my heart is full of pain behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now behind these bars I sit with eyes

Penurious Commodity

Penurious Commodity short poem

It is true that there is no dearth Of all those who are mean by birth Such commodity spares no chance For their motives they always dance When they encounter any hurdle They become upside down like turtle They are

Experiments

Experiments short poem

Poaching on the brooding landscape you crashed while scaling the flame. A togetherness became a half-truth. How troubled I had been for basics. Then shifting loyalties for petty things you were holding up my soul, and I did not move

The Port

The Port short poem

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

At the cross-roads I stand I ask myself to answer my questions, My ever lingering past and my evanescent future, I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise. At the cross-roads

Afraid

Afraid prose poem

We are born into an unknown world. Slowly we learn as we go. Taught by those who came before. Who in turn we’re taught By those who came before. Generation after generation passing knowledge forward. Knowledge differed region by region.

Things My Mother Taught Me

Things My Mother Taught Me ballad

My mother taught me everything, When she sat me down on that toliet and informed me this is my life now. Though I was young I still remember sitting there for almost an hour as she didn’t tell me that

The Other Way

The Other Way short poem

I get up in the morning without ever bothering could I have got up at all I ride the Bike amidst chaotic traffic never ever thinking, could I ever ride again I grab all the junk food into my stomach

Hooligan Wind!

Hooligan Wind! short poem

I watched the wind having wicked fun today Stripping leaves from trees and hurling them like confetti Forcing flowers to frantically dance to any old tune Sucking up grit and spitting it in unsuspecting faces Snatching hats from the heads

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

Profound negotiations through tight situations

Profound negotiations through tight situations short poem

Minor casualties dredging towards delicate situations It is a fool’s choice to be seeking binding sensations Regardless to say, this is a mythomane and moments of despondancy loom over in shame Untouched withdrawals nesting in places of repression and segregation

The Blaze Of Love

The Blaze Of Love ode

Amidst the terrene of the sparkling stars Under the spell of the mesmerizing shadow of the moon The restless movement of the echoing aqua The illusory innocence of the woods The whole realm and the whole span is lost (in

I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

Days When I Hate Rains!

Days When I Hate Rains! short poem

And when it rains all of a sudden Water seeps through skin and soul I feel the droplets in my veins A shivering, drenched, shattered whole Something is wrong, somewhere for sure An abrupt pain, I can’t endure The gaps

Multiple Facets

Multiple Facets short poem

A holed balloon cannot hold air, A cracked pot can never contain water, But I dont know how, I’m amazed and wow, A broken heart can contain and hold love, Is it something against the natural physics ? Or is

Lost

Lost short poem

When I don’t know where I’m meant to be It’s like being in some sort of Purgatory. A space Where I am out of place, Too close yet far away From any kind of signpost that might say, Hey! You’ve

Lost in translation

Lost in translation english poems

What is lost, what did we gain what was possible then what makes it impossible now answers lost in translation questions re-phrased to mean different things feelings are still the same thoughts wander off though I saw a vision and

And I Am Barely There

And I Am Barely There short poem

Tell me about your pain, I said Tell me about your worries, I said I will hold your hands, I said I will be your strength, I said And he sobbed and he cried And lamented all night long He

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day sonnet poems

’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied

Half-empty picture frames

Half empty picture frames short poem

I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.

The Key Of Heart

The Key Of Heart prose poem

Gazing at the keyboard Then gaping at the screen Heartbeats scribbling suggestions At blank paper of mind, naive Love, a word ringing around like temple bells This is what he spoke, didn’t he? Consciousness went dazed A dreamlike modified reality

The written word

The written word short poem

Sunlight streaming through the window The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze Scented sheets scattered around the desk Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought A faraway look in my eye. A letter

Boarding

Boarding short poem

sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at

Revive

Revive sonnet poems

revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored

Love’s Tones

Loves Tones short poem

Love brings a sparkle of lust Or a tenderness of pure heart Tones of affection leaving you breathless for more…. Its voice caressing your soul We long to be loved and equally reciprocate. How can love break your heart It’s

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

The Garden

The Garden ode

I went to see my dad today, across his green garden strolled, Stone monuments graced my way, standing tall and covered in mould, Flowers in their vases began to sway, bare trees behind were shaking, I swallowed back the tears

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

Birds And Girls

Birds And Girls short poem

Pretty, colorful flying graces, Gliding in air, twittering everywhere, I have seen their smiling faces, Loyal to spouse, no affair. Working hard, at their best, Collecting something, knitting a craft, Making a nest for love and rest, And to lay

For It’s He Who Knows What’s Best!

For It’s He Who Knows Whats Best! short poem

One day I was alone, With pain and groan. No one was with me, to listen to my plea. I could see people suffering, But could do nothing. I could hear their cries, But couldn’t stop their sighs. I could

Dream Bigger

Dream Bigger short poem

with my scrupulous eyes, my bone was so feeble, like I have never been, I try to gather them up. maybe when I slept… someone come and removed them, replaced my strength with you, dreaming I was so disturbed my

“marching Saints” ~ forever And A Day !

marching Saints ~ forever And A Day ! short poem

On the lines of the poem ‘Daffodils’, I quote my words once for the view uphill ! Plush green ferns,algae laden trees.. Behold! my sight catches a line of men in “Olive Green” Weapon they gripped, capped with camouflaged nets