Greek Poems

A New Dawn Justice Eluded her But she was On Run Till last gasp But soon surrounded The foul air Lies and deceit Confusion thicken With Past ,pre past links of delinked Whither the path? Now energy lost Treading forward

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

you are not insane enough to write the colorful cichlids of your thoughts are hidden in the bowl with the gray marbles you used to think were dead mens’ eyes then maybe ancient Greek bullets you used to be able

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,

Well I AM WHO I AM and you can like me Or leave me I really don’t give a damn I am a hot-blooded Aries through and through And I will have my way if it’s the last thing I

I used to swoon, gush, internally combust every time i saw your face. At 15, I thought you were sculpted by the greek Gods, I thought each time your skin grazed upon mine, I felt electricity within. Exhilaration. At 20,

Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Generation to generation I witness years passing by Trapped in the days that I don’t remember Through the disasters and the wars And history repeats itself Again I have to find a new home River side or a jungle For

Skies of bright blue Seas of Emerald Green All the colours of the rainbow in between Blue and White upon their flag Bright purple flowers on sandstone coloured walls The sands are white and dark in places The fields are

बूढ़ा हो गया है धर्म !! गौर से देखो, तो दिखेगा कि कितना बूढ़ा हो गया है धर्म, झुर्रियाँ दिखने लगीं हैं, इतना कमज़ोर हो गया है कि ठहाकों की आवाज़ से सहम उठता है, डरा हुआ है इतना कि

In my imaginary country stoned port authorities deport individuals for bad taste: the absurdity of airbrushed garments or plaid and argyle… Semper fi legal leniency toward serial killers –such immense effort, the extreme exertions of the will that conceals so

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

The days descended inhaling goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, The world was

I awake to the gloom of a cloud covered sky, There’s a dampness that floats with the air. A stillness and peace has enveloped my world, And I don’t see a soul anywhere. You can already smell the rain on

I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of

It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a

Outside my door was a rainbow of color I’d never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door He set the color of blue in your eyes through which I now see summer skies

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Thoughts or ideas charge some neurons, take them seriously and chase them full-on. The charge may cease if not acted timely, it’s said that someone is acting on it rightly. Put full efforts and bring them alive who knows your

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way

You were my Hopeless Love Story, You meant the world to me Now you aren’t here, Yet you’re so near Why did you do this, What was the point? Is this what you wanted? Was this your fate? All along,

The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the

The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound The driest and

BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

In the art of letter writing, is a hand that writes it, pouring out the heart, through a sea of beautiful feelings, surrendering the soul. It is like an intricately woven lace of intense emotions, across the flowery page, that

How sweet is the salt of the earth, Oh Skies! The world is a lie but I love its lies, Canals of honey may be tasty and nice, How can I pay its too high price! Water of canals that

Today- a new thought came my way and though I knew it well- I heard it say so you’ve crawled back in your shell- to stay? until someone reaches out to you? unknown to me you came upon the mask

It’s 4:20 again I tend You’re here again my friend We still have things to do Let go and look for food I don’t have things to say Just laugh and here we sway Don’t jump too high my friend

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring

A quivering mud lamp under the basil was sending signals for benign inconsistencies and a covert interceptor to stop a death to himself. It was a no moon day to monopolize the open eyes and closed lips. Piercing screams were

Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied

Well are you DREAMING ABOUT ME baby ‘cuz I’m dreaming about you do you want me to be your fantasy come true oh do you want me baby do you want me well I want you do you need me