Honeydew Poems

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A Tiny Petal

A Tiny Petal short poem

A bumblebee cheated on a tiny petal by sucking its sweet nectar Tiny petal felt hurt, and went into desperation One ominous morning tiny petal breathed its last, and journey ended Now deceptive bee could no more steal the honeydew

Poems containing references to : Honeydew

The Red Rock…

The Red Rock... short poem

Give me some time to live, with the possibility of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel. I have already exhausted my age behind the spiked doors. I was longing to meet myself today, to find the throw back. Which of

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Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master

Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master short poem

Rhapsody in the Feet of Master He called me to come in his room The moment I entered into his room I felt as if I am entering In sanctum Sanctorum He sat down on his chair And closed his

Poison Arrows

Poison Arrows short poem

Poison arrows shot at me From where did it come I didn’t see It pierced me in the back Filled with great pain It felt like a needle though, not quite the same As the words hit like darts It

The Way You Look At Me

The Way You Look At Me short poem

love the way you look at me, Your eyes so bright and blue. I love the way you kiss me, Your lips so soft and smooth. I love the way you make me so happy, And the ways you show

Grant Me This Wish

Grant Me This Wish short poem

I play by ear, the concord appears The phoenix labours like a tired flame, Wings inward, My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim; In a nutshell, By the ocean, In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles; Should I Be

Book Of Love

Book Of Love long poem

Well and here I go again opening up our book of love to when I was yours and you were mine and I still shed a tear reliving all those sweet summer nights knowing they’ll never come again…how did our

A Woman And A River

A Woman And A River prose poem

A woman and a river know not how much depth she carries, know not which way she turns know not how many mysteries hidden in bosom beauty lies in her mystic curves and eternal flow a woman and a river

It Must Be Jesus

It Must Be Jesus short poem

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

My Earth Moves

My Earth Moves short poem

My earth moves round my three kids round the clock. I need no new stars more; they are my all. No stream is so much sweet as their voice is; No nightingale so soothing as their call. I have seen

March Towards Victory

March Towards Victory prose poem

Sitting back and gazing at the contingencies, That had their existence owing to a lack of effort, A lack of attitude, a lack of passion, The picture seemed so dark then, so dull, When people had given up all hopes,

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like

I Repair Broken Hearts

I Repair Broken Hearts long poem

I’m that light, at the end of a dark tunnel, shinning dimly, You doubt if I can help, despite my many whispers & calls, I can feel all your anger, sorrow, lost hope, curses & wishes, And here I am,

A Snowy Night

A Snowy Night short poem

I could see a light so bright Through the glass door that night It was a sight of pure delight As everything covered in white I felt the ice soft and light As I walked to the right On a

Pure Love

Pure Love long poem

No matter how many times I give my heart to someone they always seem to break it still that never does seem to keep me down for long though I have had my share of tears through the years I

Birth

Birth prose poem

The Universe is a machine. It’s a machine that creates. It has the raw materials in the elements. It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics. It takes these things and creates life. Through

Waiting For You

Waiting For You long poem

Lying in the dark, Waiting for the light. The sun never rose, And the days intertwine. The void that grows, Gets wider all the time, And I’m lying here, Waiting, waiting for you. You, You are my light, You are

What Is Poetry

What Is Poetry prose poem

What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate

True Love

True Love short poem

As a bud, I was tender praised for my petals Flattered for my fragrance Smelled for sweetness I was laid in a rose bed protected and possessed And I never even cared to peep out. The day I blossomed I

Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

Life and Death are like the Birth and Bonding of a flowing River While on Birth we sure cry We fear when on death Advancing of our Age is akin to the blowing in size of the bubble in water

Divinity Without

Divinity Without short poem

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

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

Into The Rain

Into The Rain short poem

Everytime I see the rain, I remember our joys, laughters, and tears, Our sadness, sorrows and pain. Our joy of laughing outside, While our sorrows crying inside. At the pouring rain, we laugh and cry, We run and run under

We’re Making A Living.

Were Making A Living. short poem

We are making a living, Where humanity hardly exists; Where no love resides; Where compassion has died; Where beauty is deprived; Where only happiness is solipsism; And only sadness is breakup. In this living, The affluent is callous; The penurious

The Anatomy Of Broken

The Anatomy Of Broken short poem

The old familiar sting, O blues hits in moments spent beneath the willow tree torn out faces, worn out places these memories’ll burn till I’m ashes Now more than ever, O shooting star I wish to come home where kisses

I Am Burning My Bridges

I Am Burning My Bridges short poem

To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

The Gang Rape

The Gang Rape prose poem

Fallen from what was established, What was marginalized- Those Vedic norms have fallen apart And a gang rape is now an order, an order! A viral order, long ago planted in culture, By morons of male-feminine prowess, That has been

Neptune

Neptune short poem

Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon I become omniscient like the great horned owl to Samhains’ coming

When I See You

When I See You short poem

When I see you, I have a smile As being with you makes my living worth a while When I see you you No words can describe the warm feeling I get that fills me inside When I see you

Love Sonnet 213

Love Sonnet 213 sonnet poems

Her touch has such softness I’m bound to miss, Light as a feather blown upon my face, To lay like lips with tenderest of kiss, That memory will always bear the trace; As stars of thousand longings are her eyes,

Wives’ Conference

Wives Conference prose poem

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

Love

Love short poem

The night in Love.. The lady shatter her dream.. She sacrifices all her career.. For the sake of love.. She surrender.. In front of Beloved one.. Ooh you caught me.. Oooh make me fine.. Oooh you love me… The man

Belief And Faith Promotes

Belief And Faith Promotes long poem

Some persons wanted Him to be killed Others planned to tie Him up or to expel Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel Besiegers followed Him, to track Tracking led

Hurt Revisited

Hurt Revisited short poem

Some hurts are best left alone some questions best left unanswered some answers best left unsaid it pricks like a million needles it bites like a million fangs my body seems inadequate my heart bleeds thick blood my eyes weep

The Glass Sea

The Glass Sea short poem

The tide stroked at my toes. It reminded me how… gentle Your touch used to be. A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea, Glistening; the way your Eyes lit a darkened room. Waves, Crashed. Semi-translucent images Come and go on

I Used To

I Used To short poem

I used to watch bonfires as the coloured fireworks glow I used to paint Elephants, especially the nose I used to play cars, but only on pavements, never the roads I used to watch things going fast but now everything’s

The Same Kind

The Same Kind short poem

Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by

My Moonlight

My Moonlight short poem

I didn’t use to gaze at the moon, Never I did till few weeks back, It was a clear sky, when she shined, So bright than rest of the stars, Flaws seem to be a part but, Looked so magnificent

Who’s Your Daddy?

Whos Your Daddy? short poem

Oooh baby ride that horsey harder and harder, faster and faster…keep it Cumming, no don’t stop now just keep it Cumming…well ain’t this what you came here for now Hugh now baby don’t lie I know you got that fire