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A Win-win Relationship

A Win win Relationship short poem

What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name

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Exploration

Exploration short poem

I came from a house adorned By a river as its border The banks of which even now Rustle with love. The branches of trees, shedding Feathers of night birds reflecting Fairy tales on my inner self. While bathing in

Human Limits

Human Limits short poem

There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts

Proposal

Proposal short poem

The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon; The legacy of beings of every Earth Lives through its connections. A tale of geese of the morning sky, Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity. Owing to misapprehension of

Two Worlds Two Views

Two Worlds Two Views short poem

In a way I’m jealous of the blind man and he’s jealous of me, for the world he will more than likely never see. The beautiful mountains and the palm trees, the beautiful blue wide open seas. The bright blue

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The Book Club (Allegory)

The Book Club (Allegory) short poem

Inside the freshly renovated library they’re cataloging blood bags: those Rh-negative are honored on the upper shelves where nobody can reach them, those from universal donors are less valued, but they are very much needed in the emergency hospital for

Idiosyncrasies Of Life

Idiosyncrasies Of Life short poem

The idiosyncrasies of life, Are not difficult to survive. It does seem entangled like a cobweb But to a spider, cobwebs are their shed. Life sometimes has a bovine enthusiasm, Sometimes its fast pace gives me spasms. The idiosyncrasies of

Home

Home short poem

A house is not a home If not safe and warm, A place of protection where one’s cherished, shares opinions and feelings without fear of ridicule. Is a sanctuary from outside forces. A home holds secrets, Freedom from politics, it’s

We will be the envy of birds

We will be the envy of birds short poem

As we board the ship of our hearts, as we navigate through the sea of love, we will discover very many things. things that often contradict themselves. there will be towering waves that upturn our ship. there will be gentle

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

Another Untitled Poem

Another Untitled Poem short poem

I’ll just stay here, Looking at the clock… Watching as it ticks, Its way second by second, To wherever we are… Because you hurt me then, And you hurt me often… But I will just smile today, Because everything is

Safe In my Slumber

Safe In my Slumber short poem

Safe in my slumber Where it is only me who creates They frown upon my dreaming state Safe in my slumber Along side my fears They ask me why dawn brings tears Safe in my slumber Where I am in

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary short poem

I want to fly, Touch the sky, And ask why. Why the world teaches, What to learn, When I only wanted To know how to learn. Until we don’t learn, For learning’s sake, All our success Will we fake. Until

Stray Fall

Stray Fall short poem

With gray wolves around, he put the gun on the chin and pulled the trigger. The crowded nest and tainted gemones: the double helix had the sex crumbling: consensual hate. Some beasts and hairy saints were turning the world black,

Ride Not Desires

Ride Not Desires short poem

None knows the borders of the sky so also there is no limit for persons greed So why do you want to dream to fulfil your never ending desires Go slow in per suit of your desires Why you want

I.d.i.o.t

I.d.i.o.t short poem

A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I

Knock

Knock short poem

Like a long forgotten melody wrapped in the mist of time bringing back all the memories good and bad alike you knocked at my door again and sent me reeling into the past long forgotten long lost, long left why

Millennium Celebrating

Millennium Celebrating short poem

I was ready to board the ship laden with terror on mortal waves. The patriarch was dying inside the sleeve of hidden rocks. Hope and death, death and hope flicker in dark. What if the blasts start again in the

In Life We Come Across

In Life We Come Across short poem

In life , we come many across With some we get cross While with some we get across Most times it happens because We use those judgmental gloss That was the day of crucification gross Of that pious soul who

Zufriedenheit

Zufriedenheit short poem

The allure of ‘what ifs’, ungratefully moves, outside her niches, to break or make a dreamer’s riches; Her sweet fragrance to clog the air, O mistress blind, lovely and fair. Walking his truth, his ground unmoved, so the clouds of

For Ever

For Ever short poem

As he slowly floated to the sky The stars spelled out his name His heart, his soul all were loved But now burned with a wicked flame His hand slipped away from mine The curved, crocked and the most looked

Joy Kanana

Joy Kanana short poem

Joy Slim, beautiful and humble Daughter of Felix & Angela, Sister to Tony She loves to sing, dance and play chess She feels Joyous, full of life & enthusiastic about life She is happy when helping the needy, in their

A perfect rendezvous

A perfect rendezvous short poem

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

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;

Journey To The Past

Journey To The Past short poem

What if I could retrace my steps Back to my painful, dreadful past? I have made it a curse and hell Due to my own sheer folly and Unavoidable vice that placed My life at the footsteps of doom. I

Voices

Voices short poem

I hear a voice in my head screams say pretend be who they want being that is easy but instead I’m lost with all these choices losing touch of the little piece of me inside where are you is yesterday

My Innocent Dove

My Innocent Dove ode

She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.

Smiles

Smiles short poem

for Joan There was the smell, the smell of film, as I popped the lid, removed it from its plastic canister, and loaded it, all fingers and thumbs, threading the leader, winding it on, praying it had caught, but scared

On my way home!

On my way home! long poem

I find my way back home When I finally win my due. The due that I owned to my state To fight for our liberty. I remember the routes the journeys, The memories of intrepid. Going back home to peace

This Body Of Mine

This Body Of Mine short poem

This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,

Naked Expressions

Naked Expressions short poem

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

The Fall

The Fall short poem

I was the only traveler of that night, Too timid to turn back around, I walked with my shadow- That never let me forget who am I… I aptly listened to my footsteps And the wind whispering to me; I

Young Father’s Kiss

Young Father’s Kiss short poem

You’re my sweet endearing child Fragile and lovely to stare at You gave me a reason to live Smiles and hopes were brought in to me. Every day is a new enjoyable chapter Looking forward to be the best father

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower)

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower) short poem

In early spring, The Indian Paintbrush, A lush plant, Begins appearing in every color of the spectrum. Continually blooming throughout the summer, Across Dad’s trap-line. The spectrum of colors, Indicate the different minerals that are found in the soil. The

Take A Break

Take A Break short poem

Take a break, what does that really mean? Break an arm, a foot; break wind or a stick. Maybe, perhaps; but take a look a little deeper is the thought. Re-visit, revise; review, recharge. Take a head break, a spirit

Unto My Sister

Unto My Sister short poem

I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely

Rainy Day

Rainy Day short poem

I woke up and saw Morning blossom with Drizzling drops of rain Clouds darkened the sky Like dragons up the alley Lightning struck like they Fired to scare away the aliens Pavements were washed to welcome All loners home for

Only If I Could

Only If I Could long poem

What I would tell you, only if I could I would tell you that I love you in the morning, over our morning coffee I would tell you that I love you, through a text, to see when we could

Outline

Outline prose poem

Those tired eyes open, The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams, The Soul vibrates for a while- And becomes inactive for the day’s rest. That exhausted soul is coming back, Two weary feet are on the dark road, The shadow

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life long poem

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,