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

  Effervescent is the youth Making a merry recall Innocent is the child Seeking treasure in all Placid is the thought When I stare in oblivious Wind whispers tenderly Wet sand my feet caress Waves lash to and fro Making

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

When I walked in I didn’t know what to expect. Each room highlighted in light. A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request. In reciprocation we do. The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. The

Deep sorrows I, in solitude partake, While mirth we share, basking sweetly in bliss, Such times are when I hid grief for your sake, Or when engaged in emprise of a kiss; It seems that night falls every time you

Mommy Mommy, can you bake a cake today ? I’ll be quiet , I’ll stay in my room and play. Mommy Mommy, I can hardly wait To taste a yummy slice upon my plate. Mommy Mommy, is it done yet?

In succeeding years our wisdom is seen for what it is invention and tender folly as we go forward imagining mountains rising ever higher to see what we thought we knew on the trails below illuminated simplified and disproved sweet

Nature places it in the lap of the green It takes peaceful slumbers in the loving arms of a leaf The morning light beautifies it…… At last, it encounters death When the bright rays of sun burns its delicate surface

Step aside. The white flowing mane was going to become the adrenaline. Fear of silence was turning into a green wound. The dissenting life-blood has vandalized the moon. There was a provocation from the black stars. The leopard was ready

If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere, I catch some glimpses of what makes a heart, a stone, and what makes a stone, watery before someone dies…

Oh brutal incessant rain! When you’re gonna wanna stop? Shame that you kept this wussy weakling busy with mop. All day long, You might think that you’re so efficacious, But now hey you’re more than enough. Cliché is that you

Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed

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

How I wish, I could, Break away from all shackles That bog me down, And fly in the expanse of the sky. Free to express myself, Without fear of being judged, To free my soul, Of all my thwarted words.

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

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

No. She’s not simply your good and nice neighbor next door. O, it’s true that she’s caring and giving, but there’s so much more. And she overflows with peace and security, with a lot more in store. No. She’s not

some are born out of pleasure some are born out of prayer some desire importance some lose importance some zoom to touch the sky some destined to bite the dust some grow up to earn name and fame some grow

hear my manifesto, dear heart in meditation from late morning bleeding larded beads of sweat a recluse’s hideaway a mobile home sealed against weather drum tight baking in the Florida sun cross legged on the cheap rag mat so thoroughly

Awakened with memories I’ve managed to keep quite a while So wonderful to be here just now, “I’m dressed with a smile!” Marvels are about to happen yet again, “I don’t know what?” Imagining lucky horseshoes on my good old

I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till

All I need is a mirror a mirror in which you are there There as always to talk to me no matter what may be for you’re the wind that keeps me cool or maybe I am just a fool

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

My simple yet complicated Today is done for the day I did witness intricate plots, Impromptu visits, marathons, And deep inhales and exhales To not breathe out the anger Irritations, dislikes and disturbances I lay wrapped in my cloth of