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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Spiritual Sat Nav

Spiritual Sat Nav long poem

“At the 3rd exit bear right , that’s what it told me to do, I’d followed the instructions, did everything it asked me to, I admit I was a little distracted as the junction passed me by, I thought it

The Lovely Rain

The Lovely Rain long poem

I awake to the gloom of a cloud covered sky, There’s a dampness that floats with the air. A stillness and peace has enveloped my world, And I don’t see a soul anywhere. You can already smell the rain on

Love Sonnet 108

Love Sonnet 108 sonnet poems

My love, you must know of a poem, sweet, As sweet as honey, which bees used to keep, Or kiss, that lovers share as means to greet, Or ecstasy of dreams in blissful sleep; The poem has no words, nor

Is It Winter Or Spring?

Is It Winter Or Spring? short poem

Gone are the days when we Used to ask winter to go away With the hope that spring will Come and stay. Instead, we are now on our knees Praying to spring asking it to go Because even the sun

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

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

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

We Want To Live In America

We Want To Live In America long poem

I want to live in America But a target is on me in America “They’re stealing our jobs,” “They’re raping our women,” There’s no hope for me in America We wanted education, work Just to live on the land you

Night Fury

Night Fury short poem

Vaccumed into my skin , I couldn’t breathe in the storm , so be it . You have me whole , without a doubt. The distant between us ripped our souls apart , Barely holding on to our memories hoping

Tsunami

Tsunami short poem

boiling black lace smooth as a cheese grater boats and dreams your neighbor’s dog clubbed to stillness by a load of bamboo poles a mercy fire on the water smoke of mankind a dark Van Gogh picture underworld unfurling from

Non-Fiction

Non Fiction short poem

I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary

Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy

In A Tent Village

In A Tent Village short poem

you walk on wodden legs a lump in breast, though benign but kids are abducted from wombs; a road map is spread on the dirty mat for finding the missing link, while a solid-fuel missile was ready to be launched

They Come

They Come short poem

Well and They Come like an army in the sky In the blue of the day, in the dark of the night Well I know it’s beyond belief and I Wouldn’t of believed it if I hadn’t of seen It

Karen

Karen short poem

A timeless superstar she was You could hear it in her voice All her dreams, all her love She just had a way of Touching your soul maybe ‘cuz She had a heart of gold Oh now even still her

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

Reservation

Reservation short poem

Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.

Faded Out Frames

Faded Out Frames short poem

I Heard, come what may We would revisit those spaces, Once cherished and left midway For, the memories, they pull. Those incomplete sweet nothings Crooned together with a certain heart Which we wanted to make our own, And the words

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Will I See You Flying?

Will I See You Flying? short poem

She lived like a gush of wind And looked like breeze in trance Her thoughts freely bounced on paper In an awesomely imperfect dance She loved and sang and smiled to the sky Dived in dreams without asking why Her

Deviations

Deviations long poem

Why are you afraid of deviations? It’s a natural phenomenon, When medium is changed light deviates, And the seven beautiful colors, Appear as a beautiful rainbow, Plurality is the offshoots of singularity, Let these colors play their roles, On the

God Pricking

God Pricking short poem

Hapless souls still living, Dumping all shortcomings on clumsy faith. Gathering ignorance quite strenuous, Marking uncertain gains on life’s expense Without precious self, follies unexpectedly streaming brains. Waste of dying sense builds toll monuments What we often call civilization in

Hello, Goodbye

Hello, Goodbye long poem

Hello! Hello! Hello? Is anyone there? Can you hear it. Hear that noise? How can you miss it, it’s so loud! Thump, Thump, Thump! Pound, Pound, Pound! It’s getting closer! It’s getting Louder! Hello! Hello! Hello? Do you hear it

Morning Exercise

Morning Exercise short poem

Good morning! with half-closed eyes you can see your life running like a fairy at the window shaking cherry flowers from her hair raising the train of her dress between her fingers it would have been unusual not to fall

Lesson To Learn

Lesson To Learn short poem

Trust the person who calls spade a spade Trust not the person who praises without base Rudeness may be bitter to swallow but frankness is the stepping stone to swallow success sweet talks though pleasant need not be true Truth

The Chance

The Chance short poem

It was not a fleeing moment Or a few hours by the clock Not even an eventful day There were weeks to contemplate And months to weigh the ups & downs Before the decision was taken Tears were shed, emotions

Highway

Highway short poem

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely long poem

They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

Revealed And Concealed

Revealed And Concealed short poem

There was the revealed me And so too the concealed me Over the time and age I reached a stage When believe me I lost my real me Searching now to find How else than to time rewind May be

Yes Day

Yes Day prose poem

Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and good news is a side story at best As parents, we love our children dearly, but we

Foolish Heart

Foolish Heart short poem

“Foolish Heart” The reflection of ourselves is what we look For in others that is where A mere Connection is born whether if It is tainted wickedness or pure kindness Just the thought alone that we can’t remain frozen over

Human Actions

Human Actions short poem

Laughing is sign of spirit Crying indicative of sorrow Tears in laughter is happiness Laughter in tears is reconciling Serious look is a sign of anger Calmness is a sign of maturity seriously calm is a sign of worry Shouting

I May Relax, You’re On The Way

I May Relax, Youre On The Way short poem

Every time I have seen you, you’ve been such a mystery, so bright that I would like to figure out the colors that form it. Indeed I am fragile to be shaken by your brightness. You make me tipsy, but

Inked

Inked prose poem

I’m closing a chapter …a mere turning of pages you may call it. Pages read and again, mulled, cried and laughed over. Bookmarked for life and hopelessly remembered, they’ll stay safe. Ever too often there will be a pretty breeze

Travel By Armchair

Travel By Armchair ode

Forever amazed of what is happening in the world today Glaring eyes at sights, ears pricking to what people say Many events enlighten us, interesting plethora of choices Variety of feelings comes within, focused on telling voices Becoming more learned

Aesop’s Fable: The Caged Bird And The Bat

Aesops Fable: The Caged Bird And The Bat short poem

An Aesop’s Fable A humming bird sweet-toned and silvery In a cage, trapped, sang a somber song In the ebony-dark, dismal night… Sang she ne’er in hours of daylight A bat as dusky as a blackbird’s wing Was enchant’d by

An Ode to a Special Mother (Indian Independence Day)

An Ode to a Special Mother (Indian Independence Day) ode

Of beauty, culture and history you are the perfect paradigm, As you resonate through our hearts like a gentle chime. It’s your birthday for the sixty fifth time, We belong to you, just as words do to a mime. Many

Lost In The Wilderness

Lost In The Wilderness prose poem

Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed