Kohl Poems

Kohl poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of kohl poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on kohl are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Kohl

Kohl short poem

And now you sit dumbstruck, being a vivid orthodox lion, you speak to the world that you are too sweet, with your creative and imagining mind. But I tell you child, ‘dreaming’ and ‘imagining’ are not synonymous words. They stand

Kohl

Kohl prose poem

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief, Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief. Where blood quenches the thirst, Disloyalty is faith last and first, Is the religion my beloved belongs to. I beckoned, red and black

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A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

Fable Of Love

Fable Of Love short poem

Lets start from where we all know it best, Once upon a time…. Away from cruelty and crime, Lived a beautiful LOVE, Peaceful and contented as a dove. Clever and witty, With smiles so pretty. Naive and vulnerable the soul,

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

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

The Little Martyr

The Little Martyr long poem

I skipped in the school building so tall With a smile like a bubbly China doll ”I shan’t fail the test today, I know” I murmur’d, merrily dancing to and fro. ”Prepared for the test, my dear friend? I ponder

Beauty

Beauty prose poem

…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;

Beauty

Beauty prose poem

…So. I said: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible being real, it is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player, it is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist, it

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

That Same Silly Dress

That Same Silly Dress prose poem

Looking at the mirror, I remembered, The day you had bought that dress for me. That silly dress, the one in black with white polka dots. You had told me, that when you come back, We would dance together in

Life Paused In Cry

Life Paused In Cry short poem

And she sat there , in front of her fiery son , laid forever , in pieces of uneven fiery wood , quiet as usual but this pious stillness was for forever , she was fixed to the ground, she

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Mother Earth Weeps

Mother Earth Weeps short poem

Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s

My Life

My Life short poem

The light of my life Is not from the sun, But is from the eyes of my children. The happiness of my mind Is not from the worldly attractions But is from the words of my loved ones. For the

Credo

Credo short poem

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Listening To The Sea – V

Listening To The Sea   V short poem

Am I the water or the Mud? How can your dusty eyes see me? Can you not wipe away the tears of longing? Free me from the memory of you Let the winds whisper your name I will still sail

Only If I Could

Only If I Could long poem

What I would tell you, only if I could I would tell you that I love you in the morning, over our morning coffee I would tell you that I love you, through a text, to see when we could

Where Is My Soul

Where Is My Soul short poem

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge

On My Way

On My Way short poem

          On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above While

I want to be, my love

I want to be, my love short poem

Now, for long, I have lived with eyes that have never strayed in another’s. Now, for long, I have lived with silences that have never strayed into another’s. Now, I want to be, my love. Now, for long, I have

My Purpose

My Purpose long poem

We live in a world so focused to win, We see a person but don’t look within, We see a goal and strive right ahead, Missing out on the journey instead. Society says that we have to come first, Drink

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

Must one speak with gratitude? For my eyes fail to see. Must the heart keep tempo? I can hear the wind cease. I taste the morning dew But feel no solace. I feel the window close But touch my destiny.

I

I short poem

I am not defined by your appraisal ratings. I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father. I am not defined by your hollow looks every

The Boy

The Boy elegy

Winding down the winter trail Through the dark and snowy veil I came upon a copse of trees And took shelter there amongst the leaves The wind howled throughout the night And gave me such a terrible fright All alone

Announcement

Announcement short poem

“State the fact,” he tells the board; “announce mid- morning without warning; too late then to retaliate; say, ‘times change – so on your way; redundancy accompanies age.’” Walks easy through his fortress-grounds of trip- alarms and snarling hounds. Youthful

Botanically

Botanically short poem

It was a slant love. Back to back, lips to lips. Lethal and dark strong yet delicate like spider’s web. A dark side of the moon sending conflicting signals to bacilli- of dirty lane, pink and blue. My pug licks

The Smile

The Smile short poem

there is a smile below there is a smile above betwixt the heart of praise a lonely heart found love a soul devides then parts on every circumstance we can learn to take part in the dance in quiteness I

The Hearth Of My Heart

The Hearth Of My Heart elegy

I saw the coffin of my daughter leave, Ashen faced and pale darkened lips, Her heart was dead and body cold, Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen. Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe

Love Is Forever

Love Is Forever short poem

Season’s change People change But LOVE IS FOREVER There’s no distance Too far the heart can Not bridge if two People are meant to be Together and in my Heart of hearts I believe I believe it was our Destiny,

The Last Embrace

The Last Embrace long poem

From unbearable distance she looked upon me, with a blushing smile, with a haunt in her eyes, she ran like a thirsty doe, to reach me, to feel me, she embraced me tightly in her unfolded beautiful arms, she kissed

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

Time And Again…

Time And Again... short poem

A manifestation of her fury, Made us witness and bury, Concrete dreams under debris, As we stand victims of the crisis. Helpless, she let herself be dug up, For us to mine wealth and stack up. But her heart and

The Reality

The Reality short poem

The topic of discussion on Life and death appears futile When we are unaware how we came into the world Why should we be aware when we will be moving out of this world What we know is we are

Burst Of Love

Burst Of Love short poem

A sweet melancholy pain, words can’t hold for long, A love that parts to feel the warmth of sun-filled rays that shone, That longs for the ethereal and parts to love again, As long as the bliss shines and rains

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday short poem

The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown

Feel The Miracle

Feel The Miracle short poem

This Life is a Gift… Live it, Feel the Miracle… Overcome the worries Undergo the troubles Take every moment, As a new struggle… This Life is tough… Challenge it, Feel the Miracle… Try all the New things Make yourself a

After The Flood Had Gone

After The Flood Had Gone short poem

After the flood had gone A wreckage of human waste we come Seas have shattered the lives of some I know we must rebuild as the tide succumbed Nowhere to live, not even clothes to put on Nature tells us

The Rains

The Rains short poem

The sullen rains have settled in, Every hungry mind is parched. Every wandering soul That ever marched Has found its peace and Has made its tryst with happiness. Except for you! The hopeless wanderer! You were restless before, You are

Faithful You Faithless Weather

Faithful You Faithless Weather short poem

She plays in rain like a queen Such a beauty, such a teen World dreams yet to be seen Smart enthralled, lean and keen Touch of rain is touch of class Water can be seen in a glass How can

Motive

Motive short poem

My aim was not to visit, Any house or human. My motive was not to flirt; My objective was to win. I always remember this; When I start. My aim was to locate love; Inside of hearts. When love is