kerouac Poems

kerouac poems bring the best collection of short and long kerouac poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great kerouac rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these kerouac poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on kerouac are here for you.

Butterfly

Butterfly prose poem

she pulled the heart from her pocket she looked at the hunk of red muscle she bit into it, it tasted sweet she felt the blood drip down her chin she realized she would always be a part of her

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Loving You

Loving You long poem

Why is it I can’t understand, this feeling that I have inside? Infatuated in my thoughts, my mind. Trapped by the truth without my own guide… Why do I have to feel this way? Seems normal,sometimes abnormal.. I can’t even

Unasking

Unasking short poem

Timeless, the eyes and fractured wisdom, the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin, I am on my own today disconnected to the unearthly rehearsal of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation in the

A Love Poem

A Love Poem short poem

Just before I go, I want to let you know, I think of you everyday, I think of you a little bit more, I tear my reason apart. I hear the beatings of your heart. Love is more vicious than

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for

To The Baby On The Bus…

To The Baby On The Bus... long poem

Yes, you there, two seats in front. I see and hear you there, kicking, screaming, Determined to give your mother hell, Though you don’t know you are. You don’t know what you’re doing. All of us are born conservative that

Face your real face

Face your real face short poem

I’m a temporary guest, I will one day fall and distinguish, But you don’t deserve this title, because you are going to be here, you have the power, to turn evil into goodness, your destiny is different from mine, I

Stars Fade

Stars Fade short poem

The days are separating. I can count to a thousand and I’d still be waiting. When I look upon the stars, I see ours is fading. Devils I make within myself say you hate me. Well, I love you dear.

Mirror I See you

Mirror I See you short poem

Mirror I saw you once, You said I am a child, Blowing bubbles with glee, Inhibited, yet seeming wild. And then I looked again, I was an adolescent, Aloof from the world Hours alone, I spent Time moved on relentless

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

Castles In The Dale

Castles In The Dale short poem

I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long I long

Your Lie In April

Your Lie In April prose poem

They say that when you fall in love, your world turns brighter. I never thought it would be true… At least, not until I met you. From the crest of the hill, I could see you looking off in the

Love Sonnet 228

Love Sonnet 228 sonnet poems

Most flowery words are designed to gyp, Know that I shun such manner of discourse, My speech proceeds in truth without a slip, With words untainted, coming from the source; My love is as the sea that rides so high,

Now that you are gone….

Now that you are gone.... short poem

This poem will make much more sense if it is read after my first poem, “The Mountain and the River”. Now that you are gone The days are pale The rains are dry The nights are dark The stars too

Trigger Point

Trigger Point short poem

A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Too Late

Too Late short poem

I never told you little girl how much I loved your dancing how I loved your little curls and your button nose I never told you little girl how much I loved your singing always too busy to tell you

Black Roses

Black Roses short poem

Wading in your memories. Through an orange smoke. Against a mirror, a lake shrinks. Days are smaller now licking the night I will count the candles Of your birthday. A haunted landscape scoops a wedding of a flame with a

Quest

Quest short poem

Quest is the synonym of determination, so always think that while you proceed forward Quest is the glad tiding of success, and determination opens all secrets of universe Quest is the light in life Determination so increases that light Quest

Unless

Unless short poem

That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you

Windows

Windows prose poem

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

Happiness In Rainy Season

Happiness In Rainy Season short poem

With the outer rays of golden beam- the cloud will appear amidst the sunny rim, With the view of its black shade- the peacocks spring open their tails with a happy craze. Frogs croak as they welcome the rain- with

Snow Mississippi Snow

Snow Mississippi Snow prose poem

Drizzling rain, temperature falling to 32, freezing sleet coming soon. droplets of ice starting to form, snow is ah coming!, they say before noon. as the noon day approaches the snowflakes are starting to come, snowflakes as big as half-dollars

Water

Water short poem

To cleanse the dirty body of just born baby we need Water To fulfil our daily chores for cleaning the self we need Water To quench thirst we need water To prepare Coffee/Tea we need water To prepare food we

Stamen, Stem, Or Side

Stamen, Stem, Or Side long poem

You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

Move On…

Move On... short poem

Move on… He said…To where? Asked she That was no pause neither an eternity. When the leaves shone on the path, I was all smiles and lively. Crusty and sleepy eyed, Dreamful of reality. When did sun rise to be

Once It Breaks

Once It Breaks short poem

once it breaks then mends again it’s never quite the same the wall goes up…uninviting less willing to play the game remain on guard don’t lose yourself don’t give it all away tread cautiously don’t assume be mindful what you

Ocean Of Dreams

Ocean Of Dreams short poem

You broke the ocean into half to be with me Only to meet our dreams you see She wore the scent of an early spring And her bonding was as delicate as a string After a decade, I questioned her

Broken

Broken short poem

Ahead of time, the hammer sounds for you; The shattered realm around our hearts comes into view. We are broken in two by the lies you told; The reaper has come to collect your soul. You’re feeling shattered, your body

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

Duality

Duality short poem

Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.

High School Remembered

High School Remembered long poem

We were marbles in a concave pan different sizes different trajectories congregating in clumps and caravans until the formation shattered we slid to the edge or the center almost unable to control ourselves but certainly in a hurry motivations and

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

A grand old mansion on a hill The stately manor stands there still In the darkness of the night Throughout the window came a light On the veranda I did creep To glowing window for a peek To filthy pane

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

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

Moonflower

Moonflower short poem

Oh my Moonflower! I am collecting the carcasses Of your love in my memoir. When the rites are over I shall find you across the island Floating in a boat of garlands. Trying to reach you in the other land

The Woman Sweeping Her Step

The Woman Sweeping Her Step short poem

Every morning she sweeps the dust That settles there on the step at her door And evening too again she must Sweeping away the dust from her door The dust of the trucks, the dust of our boots The dust