Jealousey Poems

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Fire And Jealousy

Fire And Jealousy short poem

A stick of match is needed to lit the fire An iota of ego is required to build up the jealousy Fire spreads the light jealousy spreads the hatred Fire generates warmth jealousy generates breach of peace Fire needed to

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If Not For Her

If Not For Her short poem

He was in turmoil after series of failures he encountered in all walks of life at mid way of his life Chance meeting her and exchanging glances each other ensured that they were caught trapped in the formidable and durable

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse short poem

Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and

Purgatory

Purgatory short poem

I live in purgatory for my insignificant sins I could not have lived in this world without bondage and bindings This will last another lifetime it will seem but end within its own meanings Sometimes I think that purgatory is

Deep Roots

Deep Roots prose poem

Fathers are trees whose roots are so deep and strong that we cling to them for ever Eventually we get lost into them that gives a different pleasure Now when my father has gone far away from me desire of

The Mirror

The Mirror long poem

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all

To Be Me

To Be Me short poem

I stood in the sea and watched it wash over me I felt very clean and wet as a wet man could be I sat on the beach and it was warm in the sun shining on me I went

Orbs

Orbs short poem

Multi-colored Orbs before my eyes… what’s going on here, are my eyes just playing tricks on me…well I rub my eyes but they do not disappear I wonder if it’s spirits in despair or the guardians of mine trying to

I Am Here…

I Am Here... short poem

I am here In the world of fantasies… No pain,no agonies. Oh, it’s beautiful!!! I bathe in the alluring sun’s rays. I do not remember all those betraying days. I have no tear in my eye For I have lifted

A Sugary Morning

A Sugary Morning prose poem

Here is a sugary morning, but the rooster is still asleep. A dove with a bride’s dress is preparing to coo on a baked brick at the road from Damascus to Constantinople. At a wall standing between two doors, there

Nostalgic Memories

Nostalgic Memories short poem

Singing about twinkle of the stars, Asking the black sheep for wool, Reading about spider making webs, I wish those days could come back again. In middle school had the first crush, When she would come around I would blush,

Fate

Fate short poem

A young girl stood tall But was ready to fall A young boy stood strong But had been for too long Little did they know A plan was made long ago They were to be an earthquake They were to

I know love

I know love short poem

Take me out and cut me into tiny pieces and let them be strewn all over the place, ’cause I feel torn.. Take out my heart and carve in it the choicest of blasphemy, ’cause I don’t know peace.. Shear

Two Little Frogs (part 2).

Two Little Frogs (part 2). long poem

The two little frogs awoke next day feeling very blythe and happy were they After breakfast they decided to go to the river bank. They hopped real slow They wanted to know where the river went as it bubbled along

A Distant Endearment

A Distant Endearment short poem

Look outward, vacillant eager suitor; the harbouring eyes reveal all. And never disappearing, your every thought would explore revolving exclaves; maintaining absolving introversion. Never subvert the remaining affection; never go. Endless reminder; sanguine. Rarely ever after death, there’s happiness. Every

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

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

The Solitary Moon

The Solitary Moon long poem

Away up in sky Shining so high She sat all alone On her royal throne Among the stars Like lighted cigars In uncanny solitude Mocking an attitude Glowing down on earth With a smile a gallon worth Guiding those who

Fatigue Of Wasted Years

Fatigue Of Wasted Years short poem

The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold

A Zillion Wonderful Things

A Zillion Wonderful Things short poem

I hid that first poem from everyone But you read it in my eyes You taught me to love my books And smile with every sunrise I don’t understand this world I would crib and ask you why “You will

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

A Philosophical Question For Anyone Who Has An Idea

A Philosophical Question For Anyone Who Has An Idea short poem

A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left

Origami

Origami short poem

We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.

Adventures In Literature

Adventures In Literature short poem

I wish I lived in middle earth, With wizards and hobbits and elves. Just give me a sword and a quest to fulfil, Like the heroes in the books on my shelves. I wish I had a dragon to slay,

My Lipstick

My Lipstick short poem

My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel

Heart’s A Dog

Hearts A Dog short poem

This heart’s a dog Beats for everyone who is false Always broken Remains stolen Sometimes sweeter when stolen It might grow holes Blood might start to pour It might not be ever whole Might never get out of the fog

The Lake My Love

The Lake My Love ode

Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Change

Change ode

“To change and let change” is the only color of life. Everything seems so strange except the impeccable truth in strife. Who needs and what is needed to change”? To gear yourself up in a climate, utterly out of range.

Breaking up with her

Breaking up with her short poem

It was a hush It was a rush I didn’t know Till I felt the crush They told me it was crazy And that she could never be The right for me So, I told her, then I said sorry

Unsaid Tale Of Love

Unsaid Tale Of Love short poem

She thought love is all about finding a soul same as hers While he lost his soul to her She believed in pure love which can feel every ounce of feeling that she ever felt While he just simply believed

Death Pride

Death Pride short poem

Oh mighty creator, please hear my breathless prayer, Before I enter the battle become a ruthless slayer, Thank you for keeping me good & alive, For being with me, helping me survive, In this cold harsh winter you have been

Dazzling Pelicans

Dazzling Pelicans short poem

Dazzling Pelicans I swayed languidly as a swollen cow that strolls on the narrow muddy road. bewildered all at once from my drowsiness, I saw a dazzling host of silvery Pelicans floating in the greenish lake before the building. Diving

Raw Pleasure

Raw Pleasure long poem

My thoughts are swaying in my heart When I think of the warmth of one’s skin on mine I tremble with that thought I smile with my lips tight And I taste raw pleasure As I see the full moon

Strolling By…….

Strolling By....... prose poem

On an evening I sat near the shore And watched the waves as they came and went back. I saw the setting sun in the far horizon, The orange -red rays splattered across, Giving the sky a heavenly look. The

Incarnation

Incarnation short poem

Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake

Inner Strength

Inner Strength short poem

Her face was a canvas for his fists. Her mind, a sponge to absorb his taunts. Her heart, a dart board to field his barbs. But her face was aglow with a radiance Secure in the fact that she had

Endearment

Endearment short poem

When you stimulate to be in love. Does thine heart at a chancy verge of ignorance? Secluded in your heart whose name is it? Don’t rely upon the misbelief, That love is blind. It is an outrageous , exotic though