Inquisitiveness Poems

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Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams prose poem

Hello my baby doll You will always be An amazing bestowal of god for your loving Dad that was born with an astounding will emblazoned in your black eyes were an undreamt-of and incredible waves of inquisitiveness and all the

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Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

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The Facade

The Facade short poem

You gather in number uncountable, Near the exquisite coffin, Wreath extortionate you lay, The smoked perfume ornate, White linen immeasurably laid, Candles light, the burning flames, Engaging sight I see from here! Wish when the breath was there, The uncountable

Sleeper in the Casket

Sleeper in the Casket short poem

The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I wanna move on, And leave everything behind… But I’m so lost in love, Just waiting for you to find… Me… I’m standing on the edge, Trying to break my fall… Because I’ve got nothing to lose, And you’ve got

For, I Will Hate You To Death

For, I Will Hate You To Death short poem

I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above

Featured Attraction

Featured Attraction prose poem

Somebody lights a match in the theater the sulfurous odor falls in the gap between the curtain’s opening and the film begins I look around for Satan prepared to at least discus a bargain decide maybe it’s just a curmudgeon

Venice Was Not That Far

Venice Was Not That Far short poem

Words are left unspoken, feeling are listless We speak, but barely talk Venice was never so far Your silence kills me My effort is futile, the love we had is an empty boat Sailing with no hope to reach ashore

Hell

Hell short poem

She was empty but filled with guilt and remorse She wanted to escape from her hell A hell she created herself The fire was burning, screams filled her world Consumed by her hatred and jealousy She begged for forgiveness, She

Love Desires

Love Desires short poem

PaI just plucked an orchid of adore, Fragrant blossom so rare in odor, Desires full flourish on the body, Nestled in that space, ever ready My lips, a humming blue night bird Hungry for passion, not by a word, Hanging

The Rewind Button

The Rewind Button short poem

Our lives are on fast forward Speeding by so fast There is no rewind button To take us to the past What I wouldn’t give To restore those early days I would spend more time with you In every way

Mutilated Tree

Mutilated Tree short poem

Her words cut into him like a sword tearing deep into his flesh he uttered not a word She ruined his fascination erasing what was attained before it has gone; that simple infatuation A complaining spirit crept in, and constantly

Space Junk

Space Junk short poem

Satellites, rockets, cameras explore the space everyday some come back, others circle on like Tom, Dick and James Kay. Everyone wants to seek a lot, ‘what is there in the core, how can I have a space to share, and

Wrath

Wrath short poem

I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds

The Ballad Of Douglas The Dog

The Ballad Of Douglas The Dog ballad

Douglas the dog was a cute little chap with a nice blue collar and spots on his back, with his puppy dog eyes he would make you smile and give him a hug every once in a while. He was

Welcome To Hell

Welcome To Hell prose poem

My demons found me Its so much hiding you can do before they get u so much running you can do before you get tired so much crying before u have no more tears left so much pain u can

Sanctity Of Faith

Sanctity Of Faith short poem

In my trials and tribulations Be they however great I’ll forever own the splendor In the sanctity of faith You, my precious God Are my hope, guide and way Throughout this realm of ruin Where I patiently remain You amplify

Human Action

Human Action short poem

Every action of us stems from voice within Voice which don’t make sound but signals in lieu of sound Some actions appears hasty Some practical and Some may turn out to be awkward Life revolves round ones action Without action

Arranged Marriage

Arranged Marriage long poem

I was on a lookout for a dame, to be as bright as sunshine, for tying a knot and to enjoy the life to the brim Alliance for the marriage came in plenty Her first appearance made me so happy

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

Rosa’s Way Out

Rosas Way Out prose poem

Sweeping blood drops from her mouth, crying with anguished sobs Rosa ran to open the door, but Owen caught her by her wrist. Why are you doing this to me she stated? Owen hit her again with no reply. He

Beauty Tips

Beauty Tips long poem

Want skin as clear as the pearls you wear Garnier’s Blemish Balm shall be your savior Pull down those dark spots, marks and repair Every skin problem with a dab of BB cream Dreams dance in your mind of lips

Snowy Day

Snowy Day short poem

Knee deep in snow I walk. Listening to the wind in the trees, flying snow everywhere. Silent the sound. Just the rustling of tree limbs flying snow. I walk through the forest cleansing my my mind. Squirrels in the trees

The Gifted And The Cursed

The Gifted And The Cursed short poem

If I starve you eat If I pour you drink If I am naked you are warm If I am hurt you are safe If I cry you smile If I am honored you are blessed If I am wounded

Creative Shame

Creative Shame short poem

Neglecting the presence of choiceless pain, I became singular and I said I would not allow life to slip through my fingers. Looking inside, beneath the rags of awakening, makes you rebel against the decadent forgiveness. Belief in dying was

Don’t

Dont short poem

Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people

Entangled

Entangled short poem

Entangled in strings, my heart plucks a twang sometimes a tune in melody and sometimes offkey notes I strike. Pulled between the two a knotty yo yo I do. it is then I lapse into a silence that  takes  me

December Frost

December Frost short poem

O vague December strangely mild, Thy leaves are restless, hanging on. No winter wind has yet blown wild With days so warm. The birds fritter and greet each dawn; No flights of fall have fain begun. Alas, December’s warm and

Letting You Go

Letting You Go short poem

This is for you. For someone very special in my life. This is the least I could do. At least, before my afterlife. I know how much we’ve been through. I know how much you’ve suffered. For you, this isn’t

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

Love Sonnet 47

Love Sonnet 47 sonnet poems

My love did write me notes of loneliness, Her tears smudging the margins of the page, But left an ending of such sweet caress, As though bowing, to curtsy on a stage; If it is true that life is but

Love-a Thing To Keep With You

Love a Thing To Keep With You short poem

“I Love You ” this was what she said to him The riverside, green grass cover and moonlight dim Waiting for “Yes” there she was bending down on her knees It took her guts to ask, after all those friend’s

The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few

Sovereignty

Sovereignty short poem

Living someone’s else death? Was that an explicit experiment? Starting with an Adonis to stitch the wounds of angels. An unlikely walk through the tumor of breast, where no milk ejects the ancestory. I hold the words without meaning. It

Atypical World

Atypical World short poem

A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some