Inertia Poems

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Inertia

Inertia prose poem

She stood in the fading sunlight The leaves murmured ,the birds hopped, The marshy land washed her smell The passing wind blew away her tail. She stood in the fading sunlight Awaken by her thoughts ,now and then, She stole

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Minacia

Minacia short poem

Dismantling the menace very discreetly, the matchmakers walked over the hurricane to bring back showers. Unreachable, moon was smiling in the blue sky. The maidens were busy in observing a fast to get a muse. A million stars went on

Poems containing references to : Inertia

Beyond The Wish

Beyond The Wish short poem

I want to sit in the lap of nature, And hear the murmurs of its bosom, Unravel the secrets of the here after, The idle hours, they depart and they come. I want to lie in dark crevices, Within the

Puzzle-o-pia

Puzzle o pia short poem

A darling princess named puzzle-o-pia Of puzzles, she had a cornucopia When she solved them, she was in utopia The Queen worried her daughter, would get myopia! Losing her most precious puzzle, this was the little girl’s phobia So she

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Glass

Glass short poem

the first is touch losing touch sense of touch losing softness losing abrasions… in dark amputation… this is how it was, my mother did not die, just detached, gradually less tenuously linked to life, until there was no link… now

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

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,

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Fear Of Loneliness

Fear Of Loneliness short poem

My sunshine life will shatter, I hope , to you it does matter. Our love was meant for an eternity, A splendid gift, a blissful divinity, However, now some jinx has clouded it with insecurity. Hold me tight till the

And We Stare..

And We Stare.. prose poem

I was painting my dreams red and blue on the floor with the crayons, Confidently humming to myself composed tune That’s when a formless form sat beside me It stared at me, I stared it back, and we stared each

Winter Wonderland Part 1

Winter Wonderland Part 1 prose poem

A magical icy place full of falling snowflakes that look like little diamonds as the sun’s bright light touches,them making their designs glow as they gently glide to the ground, I can see little baby polar bears hiding in the

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity long poem

Drop by drop your blood is darkning Are you afraid what else is happening? Ever noticed the sun at the time of rising? Its the way satrs sacrifice their lightening Have you ever seen the dead lips smiling? Where maturity

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

The One In Control

The One In Control short poem

Sometimes we all get to feeling a little lonely and sad, sometimes the darkness can be so overwhelming there just doesn’t seem to be any light to be found but don’t lose hope God isn’t heartless and when you need

People Like Us

People Like Us long poem

People like us , we suffer a lot , And yet we never get to sort , The feelings inside of us , With memories making a clot , With the fear that comes from the plot , The plot

Day Dreaming

Day Dreaming short poem

I was tired of reshuffling the stars in silent night. Will you come and stay with me for a while? I will give you my light years to reach the hurting valley. Sit down beside me and rest your head

Pang of guilt

Pang of guilt short poem

Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you

Yin-yang

Yin yang short poem

Yin-Yang, push, pull, always switching directions, Digging deeper, future bleaker like a chronic infection, Help her climb back up, otherwise she’s drowning, Always feeling demoted, never in line for a crowning. She lives in the moonlight, but always searching for

Prisoner Of Words

Prisoner Of Words short poem

The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did

Stumbling

Stumbling short poem

Disaffection brings out, the black fever. Stars will chart the inky path. It was too close the brazen attack on sacred rites. Prejudice of contents was besides, heavy. I am going to flee from spaces. You become a fodder of

Stars

Stars short poem

The stars are shining bright, It’s a very beautiful sight , Some are bigger than the sun And some just want to run, The stars are very cool, Maybe some people think stars rule, The stars hang on nothing, yet

Watching A Galaxy

Watching A Galaxy short poem

I collect the unknown fears, better than the known. Winds start a virgin dance of reeds. There was a music for a monk I prepare myself to run into the storm. You are not, what you pretend to be and

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day sonnet poems

’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied

Happened

Happened short poem

He climbs on his being, crawls like a lizard; frightens. Sometimes after, in a shock falls back. Runs away leaving behind a trembling trail. ———————————— He climbs on his being, crawls like a lizard; frightens. Sometimes after, in a shock

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

A Sailor’s Story

A Sailors Story prose poem

A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved

Apparitions

Apparitions short poem

Apparitions Apparitions of you in my mind Are they real I can’t tell or just mine I walk across a busy street I am scared that we might meet Turmoil tortures and twists Do I live and take the risk

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

There’s voids of emptiness bridging you and me, Unknown to you, you are already known to me. You and me, like the two loops of the same knot, Baits of our own fate, one day we are destined to get

Nightmares

Nightmares prose poem

Our souls felt cold, and our hearts were dry That was the day my family began to die Though by God’s grace, we did survive, We could not resist asking him why Our lovely daughter met an older guy who

I Fly In Flames

I Fly In Flames short poem

My wings fly with flaming heart, soaring high in the sky but in utter vain. Like sunshine in the rain, but burnt and charred, it so hurts. Delving into the same old refuge, filled with solitude in a world full

Single Brown Woman On Fridays

Single Brown Woman On Fridays short poem

Shiny little lights on the ceiling reflect intermittently what’s within There’s no space for our bodies to gasp and that crude cry’s lost in the making. Shiny skin on my arms potent with sweat and charms of tonight we twirl

Voyages

Voyages prose poem

Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.

To Childhood, With Love

To Childhood, With Love short poem

Looking back, I see That I’ve come a long way From where I used to be. In the faraway town, Where I spent the best days of my life. Rainy, sunny, cloudy… Whatever it may be. I had my own

A Bad Trip

A Bad Trip long poem

Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn

Listen To The Quiet

Listen To The Quiet short poem

Here I am, it is 2 am, Sitting at my counter. What did I do today? What will I do tomorrow? The cats and dogs, Dreaming animal dreams. I wonder what They dream about. My mind is free to wander,

Exile

Exile long poem

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

Lord I Cry

Lord I Cry short poem

O my God, I cry in the day time I cry at night, I cry about the alcohol and drugs that has dimmed the light. I cry because I was told a horrible lie, that drugs and alcohol would make

December

Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.

Date Rape Drug

Date Rape Drug prose poem

When you go out somewhere You take much care to be fair But more than that you have to be aware About a new way of mare That is “DATE RAPE DRUG’’ This can be mixed up with your drink

Nights in a cupboard

Nights in a cupboard short poem

There’s a halogen moon outside my window There’s an aluminum cat on the road There’s a transparent building that casts a shadow and that’s the saddest of them all. I’m wearing a belt of teardrops And a crown of grey