Identitiy Poems

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Identity

Identity short poem

The biggest discredit to one’s own self is to not be ‘ yourself ’. To strive to be like someone is the biggest injustice, ever done. To be your own biggest critic. To judge with an impossible yardstick. To never

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Breathing Dust

Breathing Dust short poem

Do not stoke the desires tonight, my moon is away on the cusp of doubts. Count you must the needles in heart, of ifs and buts? A fragile truce was anathema to me. The nagging day lies ahead – of

The Muddle

The Muddle short poem

Craving though strong but unable to discern Await relevant pointer a call for what I yearn Inconceivable as of now with time guess resolve A purpose to existence and culpability absolve Bestowed while ample still something’s amiss Nagging at the

Pasta Rap

Pasta Rap short poem

As I taste my pasta wrap I write a song which you can rap!! Wrapping up my tasty wrap Yummy tasty pasta wrap When I am hungry I love to eat It doubles up as a delicious treat Onions carrots

That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

Twice Programmed

Twice Programmed prose poem

I was born here. You were born there. I was raised here. You where raised there. I was educated here. You were educated there. I have my beliefs. You have your beliefs. We do not agree. We may go to

Forevermore

Forevermore short poem

Through tears and fights, through smiles, I knew everything Would be alright. Through love and hate, through betrayal and debate, For you I would always have faith. We are friends I got your back you got mine, I’ll help you

Whither Do We Go?

Whither Do We Go? short poem

Silhouettes more real than bodies degenerating into the dungeons of secrecy talking with mustaches seeing with fingers ignorant of colors refugees in their own land bereft of fun stars peep out during the day time to see the tangled twigs

Sometimes In Life

Sometimes In Life short poem

Consider yourself blessed, when in your life, You find a very special friend. Someone special, who touches your heart, Being there as your life’s invisible part. Someone who makes you believe, Life is to be lived against all odds. Life

Nights Of Cold Days

Nights Of Cold Days prose poem

As lovely as the bright night the trees filled with glimmer as they tremble with tears dripping from their limbs. Glaring in a distance at the pole wires busy with droplets trying to make their way to safety as if

Throw Another Log On The Fire

Throw Another Log On The Fire short poem

The chill is in air The ground covered in snow And no where to go Cuddled up with my friend All warm and cozy at the cottage Send The flames licking the side walls of the fireplace Sending a warm

Conversation

Conversation short poem

There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

The Smile

The Smile short poem

there is a smile below there is a smile above betwixt the heart of praise a lonely heart found love a soul devides then parts on every circumstance we can learn to take part in the dance in quiteness I

One Poem From Mud Poetry

One Poem From Mud Poetry elegy

Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to

To My Thirteen Year Old

To My Thirteen Year Old short poem

Dear Nikkie, Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries You are stepping out of your baby clothes And entering the almost adult world You may be

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

Loving and Leaving

Loving and Leaving short poem

It was not easy to turn a blind eye to your sorrows so I left for your better tomorrow It was very hard to drink your tears when I knew I was the reason they became poison which killed our

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

Longing

Longing short poem

I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room

You Said…

You Said... short poem

You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t

Being a Poet

Being a Poet short poem

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Birth Of A Poem

Birth Of A Poem short poem

In the sea of flesh: pomegranates. I will not say what I mean. In nameless pit of hollow breast, a parting kiss of poetry. I will count my steps tonight. walking on tectonic plates before the quake hits. It was

Lady On A Bicycle

Lady On A Bicycle short poem

He met her Lady on a bicycle She flashed her sweet smile Her lovely hair Flowing with the wind Surprised and captivated He managed only a half smile And she was gone Ringing bell dying in the distance Lady and

If You Told Me Things

If You Told Me Things prose poem

If you told me things I wouldn’t cry. If you told me things, It’s not like we have to say goodbye. If you think your trying to protect me… Then stop right there. Because i have nothing to fear- Not

I Dwell On Books

I Dwell On Books short poem

My first book was a store of love words were made of sound and touch characters smiled and sung lullabies I learnt to talk and run for the sun. There was a flood of colors, letters, sentence rules and social

The Bird Song

The Bird Song ballad

Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it

Hubble Turns 20

Hubble Turns 20 short poem

O Hubble what was the need, to discover, to go beyond for it. It was here in our hearts, the dark energy. When hearing would be lost. I will go extraplanetory to find the truth of star birth. On earth

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

Leela

Leela ballad

Hmmmmm, Leela ? What would you say ? Leela is the girl who could rule the world Leela is the girl love would embrace Leela is the girl who would spread Oh so much grace Leela is that girl whom

Only In My Poetry (part II)

Only In My Poetry (part II) short poem

I wrote these words again; Feelings with you I have gained These were the words— Telling you’re my inspiration, And now it’s fell into affection. Only in my poetry Words where I found your beauty. Place to spent time loving

Sneaking Gods

Sneaking Gods short poem

Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the

Thank You

Thank You short poem

Do I appreciate your effort Effort that someone can’t give Do I need to consider all your sacrifies Sacrifies that I didn’t deserve I care for you But, this is not enough Enough to care and loving you Think that

My Desert Blossom

My Desert Blossom short poem

My desert blossom blooms with glee and she waits for me in the spot with lots of shade. She dances as she sways back and forth but side to side, her colors are so bright in the light. My desert

Yes A Woman

Yes A Woman short poem

Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My

My Paper Heart

My Paper Heart short poem

Flighty and Frivolous, Scintillating with wit, Yearning to Stand apart, My Paper Heart. Shimmering and gleaming, Red with Love, Longing to belong, My Paper Heart. Finds an attachment, Blissfully soars Heights, Preening on that chart, My paper Heart. A slight

Gods That Fell

Gods That Fell short poem

Pangs of loneliness – unholiness of worship.. Fallen gods becoming idols, idolaters seeking redemption. Crass waste of endeavor, and yet it seems like yesterday.. The silence is deafening, where once stood the revered, now stands a debauched figurine. Some folks

Comedy Of Errors

Comedy Of Errors long poem

Some people are social while Some are reserved A social person mingles with ease While a reserved one distances feeling unease A social person impress others very fast while A reserved person cant even impress himself A social person easily