Idiosyncracies Poems

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Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude short poem

Just needle on all of their pain, Is there something that you’d like to gain, But its all amiss when she plants her devilish kiss, After all, somebody’s misfortune is someone’s momentary bliss. Well the Schadenfreuder never sleeps, At least

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Pain Is All Mine

Pain Is All Mine short poem

Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.

The Thief

The Thief short poem

I used to have an organ beating, In my chest, rhythmic repeating The self same tunes for eternity; It resides now no longer with me. “Thief, where have you taken it? Even love hath forsaken it, Though the blood within

Twinkle In A Wrinkle

Twinkle In A Wrinkle short poem

As age catches on, Wrinkles appear, Beauty fades, But eyes still twinkle. Soul lights up, The most crinkled one, With an intense eye, Deeper than most. A chain of memories, Of all seasons, Brighten up the days, In the sunset

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

For The Clotting

For The Clotting short poem

seething yet silent in land of outrage: strictures of life, my eyes will not see the setting sun; this was the blind spot before the battle starts and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun – to speak the version

Love

Love prose poem

How mesmerising it is to have you infront of me, How loving it feels when you play with my hair, There is nothing more addictive than your caring embrace, There is no other fragrance better than yours that I wear.

Devoid Of Feverfew

Devoid Of Feverfew short poem

Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,

Heaven

Heaven short poem

Swirl in the maze in His eyes Fall through white cotton floss Chase after my ankles She flutters and you Yank out the strands of hair you get; immerse yourself in your being she grants you this freedom Strangle her

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

Just Beauty

Just Beauty short poem

Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

Wish You Were There

Wish You Were There short poem

How I wish you were there To share with me the glow of the morning sun To listen to the birds twitter And the leaves rustle in the trees. How I wish you were there, when I Prepare to face

Surface Of Reality

Surface Of Reality short poem

Behind the surface of reality Are the hands of fantasy With illusions of time That is stimulating my brain As time does pass You are in my memories Engraved in my heart There you will stay You may grasp my

The Cycle

The Cycle short poem

Her eyes, wide in bewilderment saying, “What the heck?” Her face was red where his fist had struck. Her lips swollen, cracked in places where her teeth bit, Her tears had dried up and quit. I could see the damage

O Girl

O Girl short poem

You might be subjugated, You might be misunderstood. Society may slander you- Don’t get weary of remarks, Don’t feel heartless! Because the wise, Would rise for you. To protect you, To help you build a name. To help you wander,

Fleet, Hope, Sorrow

Fleet, Hope, Sorrow short poem

Never forget that life is a fleeting thing, we seep our souls in hate, and forget that it suffocates what little time exists Cliches aren’t corny, they are tragically obvious, and tragically sad For they are lessons that are never

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

The Dead Dream

The Dead Dream short poem

It was a clouded heart. I was fidgeting with fate and there was no otherway, no way. I did not want to keep him waiting either, but I must be ready to receive the guest. Thief of pain was coming

I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Speeding Up.

Speeding Up. prose poem

Earth is becoming something different, something more. For millions of years proto-humans strode its bounties until Homo sapiens arrived. Once here, humans took millennia incrementally building improving its lot in life. Step by step, developing new ways of improving, one

The Cane

The Cane short poem

It is strong, it is stout It is rounded at both the ends No matter how healthy the aim is It never breaks, it never bends. It swoops like a whip It hits like a sword It stings like a

A Life ‘well- Spent’

A Life well  Spent short poem

Dusk to dawn Life goes on. Life is a daily battle We must face without a rattle. Be strong For life is long. A life of length Needs courage and strength. Life is fun When we act like one. Life

The Touch

The Touch short poem

That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.

Sea Change

Sea Change short poem

Can’t you see I’m drowning from your thirst buried in mud to my thighs every day another box arrives at the door the scent of cardboard makes me nauseous another knick-knack begets another floor to ceiling shelf populated by painted

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You short poem

I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself I should let you go after all the tears you’ve caused me to cry but you’re still so deep in my heart I think I’ll love you ’til the day I

Sojourn

Sojourn short poem

          It was razed within a day, a change of hands quite possible I say, now it’s been crushed to all mud and dust, life is about change for change is a must. It shall now

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up !

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up ! long poem

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

Your Betrayal need not leave a trail, It hurts to the point of sadness tears shed in the dark for you eyes shall not witness my tears your every bone shall feel my wrath like a thief in the night

Raging Moon

Raging Moon short poem

Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the

Despaired

Despaired short poem

nothing is left to say, the wandering cloud was bleeding for white moon, the elements, the purity, the ligaments are fake, joints are festering with fever on burntout resins; the name floats in millions of veins, tell me the fault

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

The End

The End short poem

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.

End Of A Year

End Of A Year prose poem

Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –

Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl short poem

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

Smile

Smile short poem

Smile! And the whole world smiles with you. Your smile is an absolute expression of love. Your spirit creates your precious smile. A smile brightens your day. Absolutely! Proving that you are true. A lingering smile creates laughter; Smiling shows

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million

Appassionata

Appassionata short poem

When I’m thinking of you, muse returns and I am able to write few verses again your words always an inspiration thinking of you often, missing your writes there are some days that rhymes not there then I am waiting

Mother Understands

Mother Understands short poem

As a child you are a free bird Playing hide and seek, here and there Controlling a crumbling child is truly hard So your mother cooks up threats of invisible monster Your twinkling eyes may be fearless Designed devil may