Juveneality Into Maturity Poems

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Being Mature

Being Mature short poem

When you stop crying over little things, and try to strive everything towards comfort and ease, When you clear the problems,and have the guts, To face every situation and overcome, When you start working towards excellence, and learn that nothing

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Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

Search For Love

Search For Love prose poem

In younger years & on my own accord…I wasted so much time on you love, searching for validity of your created nature… seeking the same emotional high, others who’ve experienced you, say, is in the vapors emitting from your exotic

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

Queen

Queen short poem

As I adore her divine smile, those eyes shimmering like never before. Whilst engrossed in grasping her hair as they plummet down on her face, she carries herself with an effortless grace. I remember she was a teenage girl just

Jose & Tess

Jose & Tess ode

Look at them; I struggle to believe time, Seems like yesterday, all were so young, Together in the fields of Kalia, domesticating was fun, Games that touched our young souls, brightening childhood, Like the birds in the onset of rains,

Wisdom

Wisdom prose poem

What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate? Using it as a power to keep

The Penultimate Dilemma

The Penultimate Dilemma short poem

I must not go beyond sunset to discover the consciousness of night, Standing alone on a cliff I was ready to jump for salvation atoning for guilt of survival. My regret was time and timeless suffering. Where was the maturity

I’ve Had Dreams.

Ive Had Dreams. prose poem

I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more

Broken Ideal Friendship

Broken Ideal Friendship short poem

We were kids and we were four Formed the best group of friends before Got to play almost all street games Not minding if sun already sets. Oftentimes, visit each other’s house Happily watched cartoon-series about blue cat and brown

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

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

When Will I Grow Up

When Will I Grow Up short poem

Sitting in my room at night, having a drink and a cigarette Wondering about my life so far, haven’t I grown up yet? If I still like to do, all the things that I did When I was younger and

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Years From Now….

Years From Now.... short poem

When I first saw you, He nudged me and gave me a sign. I thought it was just over thinking of a melancholy heart. Time passed by, we passed by each other, Another bell rang; another gust of wind blew

Stroke Of Words

Stroke Of Words short poem

In your eyes, I watched fireflies dancing… I listen to a song within my heart, shredded, broken whispers… at dusk listening to the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches… tonight, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite

Sanmati Jain – A Source, Part – Vi

Sanmati Jain – A Source, Part   Vi short poem

Sanmati, my guide, though is callow Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo. Negotiates well joy broad or narrow; Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow – Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello. Time and again

To My Parents

To My Parents short poem

I don’t want to know why the sky is blue I don’t want to see the works done by you I don’t want to know about your occupation I don’t want to waste your all attention, on me. Cause all

The Swing

The Swing short poem

Come swing with me, To the blue yonder so free. We sit on the clouds by day, Hangout with the stars by night! Come swing with me, Up to the rainbow bridge. Of glorious colors- And slide from one end

Desire

Desire short poem

Desire, an ever burning coal within us awaiting to be fuelled by a lover or fame or money for others An unquenchable thirst for touch and breathless acts of pleasure Desire, the dreams of devils and angels A driven force

Insects On The windscreen

Insects On The windscreen short poem

Wherever we leave to No matter whatever we run away from Just be certain These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind Will pull us back one day right here itself.. This baggage Yes, those you once said; of old rags Can

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Gooey Music

Gooey Music prose poem

Slowly, poured out of the blind carafe, like honey for our ears. You intoxicate every cell of me. Are you shaped to hold the viscous music filling us up ever so slowly? Almost off beat, almost the same rhythm, almost

Smitten

Smitten short poem

That impish sparkle in your eyes I lower mine Feeling oddly shy The creases on your cheeks With every smile Bringing a blush To mine Your name Suddenly a constant In my words Savouring its taste On my lips Your

Ideas

Ideas prose poem

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

Home

Home short poem

Will every way be barred to the expression that comes to mind short of perception? The truth will be found in the time when one day separated by days becomes days separated by never. The brief and testaments completed; enter

The Grief Within

The Grief Within short poem

I have lost myself in some dark corner A corner with unknown path Buried in some sepulchre Such is the grief within The mind revolts to think The heart is numbed with anguish Pain is my best partner Such is

Words Alone

Words Alone short poem

As if words of love could stand alone, Give shelter and feed me. Days when I was hungry, he fed, Provided for another family, But wrote and boasted about me. Cold nights caused me to shiver. No furious fire could

Before I Change

Before I Change short poem

Before I go back into this sickening world, before I see people doing things that they never wished. Before I know people are not busy as they seem to be. Before I forget the true colours of my heart. Before

Let Your Love Come Alive

Let Your Love Come Alive long poem

Well I just don’t understand people these days Always in a hurry, kind less and rude for One reason or another, I’m not saying I’m Perfect by no means but I try to treat people The way I’d want them

Chemotherapy

Chemotherapy short poem

People never looked beneath the veil Thus, they never know what exactly that means Rumors say chemo cracks one’s nails Then one will vomit all day His face tinted a sickly green They imagine monstrous machines billowing black smoke Churning

The Queen Of The Night

The Queen Of The Night long poem

The queen of the night, is power indeed She shelters the wicked and those who have need We hide in her shadow, the killer and sneak She helps us to find those things that we seek I met her, I

In search of peace

In search of peace short poem

why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you

Isolate

Isolate short poem

Please, don’t look at me. My heart starts to beat a little faster from anxiety. Wonders speed through my mind Do I look gross? Do I look fine? Please, don’t shout my name. I go insane. I lose my words.

Bail Out

Bail Out ode

Bail out {this just came out of nowhere} Constantly comparing , obsessively reinstating their lies! their lies! their lies! Borrowed ideas,conformist actions. Reiterating,bent on playing the fool. Remember the times you use to fly? Who told you all the ideas

The Window

The Window short poem

I went to the window, and I watched, as the world went by. I saw the little children crawling; with sad and teary eyes. The sky above them was falling, as the hounds of death came calling. I went to

Colours Of Life

Colours Of Life short poem

Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,

Bankrupt

Bankrupt long poem

Though I belong to the Middle class possessing hardly any liquid cash thought of invalid notes sent shiver in my spines Losing the currency in one stroke set a psychological upheaval in my mind Thoughts of whether I really had

You And I

You And I short poem

In your arms I found solace In my arms you’ll see thorns In your eyes I found truth In my eyes you’ll see regret In your smile I found joy In my smile you’ll see lies In your kisses I