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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Absence

Absence short poem

Moments when I need a fulcrum, Like now, when the need for your presence Hangs overwhelming harder than your memory. Now means not just this night Whose sky like is covered with a black orchid petal, Mourning sheet over the

A Thrilling Blast

A Thrilling Blast short poem

I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push

Cool Air

Cool Air prose poem

I saw a man the other day sitting outside in his chair, who seemed to enjoy the cool, night air. He sat and watched daily life pass by with glistening eyes and a warm, bright smile; thinking about those who

Fall Seven Rise Eight

Fall Seven Rise Eight short poem

Try,try,try once you will definitely succeed You will surely get what you really need When you feel that it’s not a cup of your tea And you want to end your life by drowning in some sea Then thi k

Orphan

Orphan long poem

I Go crying to my Mom to get her attention and solace even when there is a slight scratch on my body I shout at my siblings if they neglect me I get angry with Dad when he forget to

Abortion

Abortion short poem

The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,

Tears That Fall

Tears That Fall short poem

Tears that fall die on the lips You can taste the salt you sip The tear drips down your face In your mouth the tear you faste The bitter taste of the pain you feel In your mouth becomes more

In Heaven

In Heaven short poem

No more pain No more tears That’s in heaven There is total peace… Love and joy Total freedom My only hope To be with Jesus… Maybe today Maybe tomorrow My Savior will come And save me from sorrows… My trust

Couple Relation

Couple Relation short poem

On their first meet their eyes emitted current on gazing at each other On the day of their engagement Their heartbeats clashed with one other On the day of marriage their soul got mingled amidst reverberating sound of music On

Lilacs, For You Mom

Lilacs, For You Mom short poem

The smell of lilacs in the air Reminds me of you, mom And the way you took my palm And said you would never leave me…. Then on that frightful morning so many years ago When you were taken from

Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine

Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine short poem

Swaying in the hot August breeze HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLE VINE Back and forth, suspended in time Heart over mind… Well I feel almost like 15 again And I knew just how much you Loved me just by the

Singing For My Supper

Singing For My Supper short poem

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

Acoustics Are Not Working

Acoustics Are Not Working short poem

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance this night appears to be without an end. There was nothing to lose, it was looking for some reason to die on the side of a cloud when the sickle moon was sailing. Tomorrow

Cursing the Gods

Cursing the Gods english poems

Something in me has given way have not wept still, cannot seem to weep too something very elemental has gone missing.. Have missed folks before it would feel as if a part of me was missing, but this is different

Lips Of Moon Were Hot

Lips Of Moon Were Hot short poem

Eggs went freezing in the sap. Lips of moon were hot. In the flare up, the rebel had cast doubt on cartridge. Missiles were unique but, hands trembled – concept of sky was a lie. Saturn and moon were coming

What Best You Can Do

What Best You Can Do prose poem

Up against her What best you can do Forget the last letter of her name To wonder how she would be an incomplete sigh; Double back thereafter, gently Rid yourself of the first letter … This will remind you Too

Sonnet For Jessitha

Sonnet For Jessitha sonnet poems

In the arms of love, A beautiful untold story A loud silence that broke every barrier, The askance of the heart and its myriad worry Sojourning the barren mirth to make life merrier. Love’s wings summoned the romantist from Canada

The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come

The Third Tier

The Third Tier short poem

The quiet confines of a room of checked decibels, reverberated the voice that wished to be heard By earnest minds in casual cardigans, Caught in the challenge of solving cryptic numerics, Unabated even by gratuitous creeks of the wooden embodiment

Prisoner Of Words

Prisoner Of Words short poem

The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did

A Tumultuous Welcome

A Tumultuous Welcome short poem

Tell me about the bluetoothed man, of his stark naked truth, in toe for a brief pause. The toll was mounting. The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of meanest level to

I Miss You

I Miss You short poem

I miss you so much it hurts, my love I miss you with every fibre of my being I miss you like there is no tomorrow, my dove I miss you fervently, it’s all my loving. I miss you with

The Chime

The Chime short poem

Gazing through the swirling fog; the cloying mists of time, hoping to see the ones I love, before the clock’s cold chime. Beyond the final curtain; the call of a tolling bell, what destiny awaits me as shadows fall over

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

You And You, Only You!

You And You, Only You! short poem

These smiling roses drenched in dew, you know, are the footprints you left on my heart’s shore! The ripples of moonlight you spread on my dreams turn my eyes into placid lakes of joy! Let me hold your gentle soul

Delhi

Delhi long poem

Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate, has withstood time and is steeped in history. With its harsh climate and its harsh reality it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being. With pride it says i have it

Devoted To The Man Upstairs

Devoted To The Man Upstairs short poem

He exists beyond my senses my body is drawn to corners sometimes spaces blocked by load-bearing walls yet most often to windows at early morning hours when the building opposite is barely illuminated forbidding as a cliff face or a

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Breaking Wall

Breaking Wall short poem

There is a gentleness in the morning sky. you open the door, smile back at the sparse clouds it’s now much easier to forget the dark dreams. time to get to know one another over a cup of tea, a

Something’s Changed

Somethings Changed ballad

It’s all the same, Nothing’s changed, It’s all the same Could you lie to me? Yesterday we were together, Today we are not like we used to be. You are you, And again, I am me. The night has settled

A Hybrid Of Man

A Hybrid Of Man short poem

Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an

Burning Heart

Burning Heart short poem

My heart is burning as you walk away The sound of the heels that crush on my feels Walking down the dark alley out of my life It’s not the first nor the last time this has happened to me

The Sands Of Time

The Sands Of Time short poem

The sands of time, so apt! Grain by grain, Unendingly, our lives ebb away. Like a candle lit at birth, Burning bright- Till the end, Our lives too- Sometimes in a fright! Seasons come, seasons go- Sunrise after sunset, a

The God

The God short poem

“i am no Ram, i am no Rahim, I am no Jesus, i am just your dream”, I am the thought, i am the fear, Sometimes in your smile, sometimes in tears. I am not a father who till the

Legacy

Legacy short poem

From the far horizon comes a call, To meet the lilting song of yesterday, How far away to the sunset I ask? No one answers to my dismay. Silent images whirl on by, Like a kite flying without string. I

Anxious Annie

Anxious Annie short poem

From yelling and screaming, to sobbing and feeling down. From being mad as hell, to throwing shit around. From an unwelcomed frown, to thoughts of regret. From pondering lifes path, to darting thoughts of fret. From shouting and kicking, to

The Season I Want To Live In

The Season I Want To Live In short poem

Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.

Gift Of Love

Gift Of Love short poem

She knows how I feel, She know that its real..! But fate knows it better, Of what it has to cater..!! Chaos reigns in this love, Circumstances written from above..! We hope to change it, But dare not disrupt it..!!

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with