Killings Poems

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Manchester England May 22nd 2017

Manchester England May 22nd 2017 elegy

Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured

No More Carnage -manchester Bomb Blast

No More Carnage  manchester Bomb Blast short poem

An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of

Poems containing references to : Killings

God Of Blessings

God Of Blessings short poem

Moon-scented I walk in dark to put me back in place, unwithered, opening the inner casket for a glow. Pleading not guilty after killings in bed, of affectionate kill of lies, a black widow romps around with a flag of

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Woman Dexterity

Woman Dexterity short poem

She was a child in her mother’s womb, Who was born in the deadly night of new moon. People tried to poison her, Because she was a girl- But the real power of women dexterity saved her. When she grew

Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Open Eyes

Open Eyes short poem

With eyes wide open I put my faith in you And show my thanks in all I do; Because I put my faith in you. With eyes wide opened To the love you give So that my life that I

Time’s Burden

Time’s Burden short poem

I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. You enter a slot

Freedom At Midnight

Freedom At Midnight prose poem

Our country got long awaited Freedom at Midnight on 14th Aug. 1947 When the world was sleeping We were awake and joyous In celebrating the Freedom All the pains and sorrows Got subdued at that moment We cherished and enjoyed

The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me prose poem

Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle requires

A Cop Out

A Cop Out short poem

I saw him rummaging in the bin. He looked so dirty and awfully thin. Half clothed for this foul weather. Holes in his shoes made of leather. I walked on by trying not to stare. Was it hunger that brought

Nights Like These

Nights Like These long poem

Well and I seem to get this way from time to time Lost in a memory of someone who used to be mine I was a fool to get this way, will this heartache ever Go away… NIGHTS LIKE THESE

Creative Mind

Creative Mind short poem

My mind Is a wandering albatross! It soars High-up Into the azure blue sky Over the seas And oceans Where no other bird flies! It does not Look for land To descend after a long And tiring flight! It is

Pang of guilt

Pang of guilt short poem

Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you

Journeys

Journeys prose poem

Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads why does blood leak instead of sweat? It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins. What anxiety is body experiencing? Why exhaustion is in the eyes? Where do we have to go? What are

Conglomeration Of Two Souls

Conglomeration Of Two Souls short poem

Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non

Blame

Blame short poem

I am the wave blowing through you; Blame it on me, or blame it on you. Blame it on something I can’t prove, like I love you. Here we are staring at the sky, Watching our lives pass us by.

Why

Why short poem

as we remember now so many things could’ve been said the mind wrecking part trying not to regret.. I reach out you your face taunting dreams my heart has fainted yet my head still screams once i was a fire

Knowledge Is Power (listen To Your Intuition)

Knowledge Is Power (listen To Your Intuition) short poem

Knowledge Is Power so listen to your intuition, it is the voices of the Angels so make yourself familiar with them, they hold the key to your destiny and the light within, to deny them is to deny yourself great

I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

The Roadside Tree

The Roadside Tree prose poem

Passing by that deserted road one autumn evening My eyes caught sight of a forlorn tree All dried up without a single green leaf It looked pathetic and a picture of grief Lost , as if in the memories of

Jealousy

Jealousy sonnet poems

Shackled monster that lurks in every heart, Of such ferocious guile yet ever found, To smile the pain, deftly playing its part, So docile and courtly until unbound. With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes, Deceitful of mien,

The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:

Of To Be A Poet True

Of To Be A Poet True long poem

To put words down on paper, That can give a memory life. To recreate a moment passed, Long buried deep inside. To compose a verse so eloquent, It can cause a heart to break. And lead the reader to feel

Under the Banyan Tree

Under the Banyan Tree ode

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining short poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

In Other Words

In Other Words long poem

Well when you broke my heart you might of thought you broke my spirit but you couldn’t be more wrong don’t you know the song must go on through the good and bad, happy or sad although it may be

Fight Till Last

Fight Till Last short poem

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

My Heart

My Heart prose poem

As I’m slowly drifting away. Do you even care that our memories are fading away? Feeling like this it’s like a new invention. Was breaking my heart your true intention? Now when I mention your name I drown in a

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is… A flower that blooms inside the heart, But its fragrance spread far open wide, A star that shines brightly in the sky, But visible in twinkle of the eye. Love is… A unique combination of infinite feelings, Feelings

The Empty Me

The Empty Me short poem

As empty as light and as dense as darkness. We begin, we finish and know no end. In the woods, in the crowd we remain the same and we strive for the stars holding on the sands. The beauty that

My Past

My Past short poem

I am often left wondering couldn’t I have shaped my life’s journey a better way I try to recollect the path by which I traversed in Life I do the post mart em of my actions and realise the blunder

Written On The Wind

Written On The Wind short poem

Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused. Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way. They fell on my lips deadly mused. I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear, and I

Two Artists

Two Artists short poem

my daughter when I die at the moment of my death I will cease to be a gemstone wrapped in layers of pastry baked for a lifetime to have those brittle sediments crushed then scattered into the invisible wind of

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels short poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Lost souls

Lost souls short poem

A river meandering through nowhere a sea with no shore line a boulder on top of a monolith waiting to roll down believers gathered at the bottom waiting for revelation waiting for Gods to speak they took the journey through

Let’s Fly With Your Inner Wings

Lets Fly With Your Inner Wings long poem

Open the curtains of your eternal eyes, Ties your waist and ready for the journey of highs, It’s your time to stand up and rise, It’s your time to do or die, To become the self edify, To explore the

Thank You

Thank You short poem

Your smile is made of sunshine, And your heart of solid gold, You took me by my hand, In times of rough and cold. When I am in the times of dark, You just give it a spark, Lift me

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

The Blanket

The Blanket short poem

It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

cement heart of disappointment you traveled but not far enough graceful hands and tapered nails handwriting worthy of a calligrapher barking your knuckles peeling spuds standing in boots and a man’s coat you stink of his sweat raise his children