Mcleod Poems

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Not Accepting Defeat In 2017

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017 short poem

Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they

Poems containing references to : Mcleod

The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few

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Mortal Damages

Mortal Damages short poem

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

Belonging

Belonging short poem

Let me navigate the resentment in non-verbal manner, I go in myself, dislocating the whole experience of goodness for vulnerability I was stung a hundred times into playing a role not of mine deceiving the life, which was on the

Ring Of Love

Ring Of Love ballad

If diamonds grew on a tree I will climb the highest mountain To get you a solitaire If you know my darling How much that little spark means to me The moment we planning for Your bare finger waiting to

Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips

Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips short poem

My steamy and red lips are craving for your hot kiss you kiss them with warm breathe and let them land on my lips where colorful horizon exists you kiss them very softly very gently Like a crazy and mad

The Dark Horse

The Dark Horse long poem

That pound of muscle beating so hard Resolved to break every rib apart Or die in its venture with no life after Resounded the cage with a monstrous laughter Beating as hard as it could the muscle Sent into frenzy

Musings Of An Insomniac

Musings Of An Insomniac short poem

Succinctly speaking There is nothing to be said But a great realization That I must go to bed It’s late and I am tired And a little cranky too Restless I am And in a mood to rue You take

Baby Avelyn

Baby Avelyn short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Prety Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more than yesterday Little mini mouse

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

God’s Love

Gods Love short poem

God’s love, is pure and true, His Grace, and Mercy, will carry you through. Just take a hold, of His nailed scarred hands, He will carry you through,these desert lands. In times of trouble, and in times of need, With

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

Her Husband

Her Husband short poem

Mysterious is he, the person Even with his body temperature soaring and his whole body shivering and his head revolving he hasn’t stopped showering the soothing romantic wording to his dream girl-cum-wife , par enchanting all the while heaping the

Jigsaw

Jigsaw long poem

Children laughing when at play, bright sun rising to greet the day Sweet cream added in my morning coffee, horses munching hay A rusty nut that just breaks free, an ancient majestic noble tree Wind at my back true point

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb)

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb) short poem

Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling

Christmas Eyes

Christmas Eyes short poem

Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. -Anonymous Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll

Recompense

Recompense short poem

Don’t mourn my brethren in effect you must rejoice The cause of contention lies silenced forever voice Futile is moving penance it’s just a transitory phase When hated my presence then why play up of praise Worthy never deemed living

Enjoying The Ride

Enjoying The Ride short poem

Your voice is the perfect song to listen to on a road trip. To view all the things that remind me of you. Miles away from the stress of work. Your voice, the open road. Someone I can love, no

The Beauty Of My Heart

The Beauty Of My Heart long poem

An icy hand controlled my heart And kept it weak and lame Preventing it from beating strong With cords of guilt and shame Each day its poison filtered round Encouraging decay To suppurate potential sores That leaked a grim dismay

Waking

Waking short poem

To moon giving a parting kiss of sinless shame I nudged him from the tree. The night had been a terror. I was facing myself in unrelationship of a prayer not to weep for my muse, crushing a poppy on

May I Know Me!

May I Know Me! short poem

I have faith in GOD, Though, I ask often “why and what: I cry on errors if I make, Though, I admit it only for sake: I have thoughts for world to change, Though, I’m limited with a range: I

My Divine Faith…

My Divine Faith... short poem

When I am scared and lost, Help me find my way back home. When my heart is in search of some hope, Be my shelter in the storm. When I am too tired to walk across the bend, And not

Silence

Silence short poem

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

Submission

Submission prose poem

oh, my an editorial board when I first sat down today to write poetry I imagined a whole other world love was on my mind the world was new and I made the most of it so I ask you-

Destiny beckons you

Destiny beckons you short poem

Destiny beckons you… Does it? Does it really exist? I mean the destiny. And If it does then why does it beckon Why doesn’t it just happen??? Isn’t it supposed to be that way??? No you fool you have to

Repentance

Repentance prose poem

I was fed up of school for wearing uniforms and me eking out punishments from teachers I was dreaming of college life which I thought would be like a bird freely flying into the clouds and repented for being still

Strayed At Crossroad

Strayed At Crossroad short poem

Myriad of choices some made myself few were made for me some paths I chose some were chosen for me. On some I got lost on some I wandered some I was forced to walk about some I would never

Moon’s Shadow

Moon’s Shadow short poem

The path was becoming pathless after seeking the deluge. Gunslingers were climbing on trees to shoot the white doves. There were ice needles in my eyes to check the inheritance of height. Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed. You

Snakes In The Garden

Snakes In The Garden short poem

I have a lush green garden full of Charming snakes, Their frightful sight can give heart attacks. Though in appearance attractive and sleek, Their dominance can make your life very bleak. My garden attracts them to fulfil their greed, They

Loss

Loss long poem

When you think about losing someone You know it will hurt You expect to hurt Like you’ve never hurt before But even though you prepare yourself Once you lose someone you love The shock will knock you off your feet

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Dweller

Dweller short poem

The widest face I’ve ever seen and by his ears , thick whiskers, Always drinks sweet Lipton’s tea in a glass with lemon Enjoys his cigarettes and smiles pouring over daily papers Ringtone set to Mahler’s 5th in his eyes

A War Song Will Be Sung

A War Song Will Be Sung elegy

A song will be sung as war descends Calling on God’s invisible hand Enemies hordes crushed underfoot With no knowledge of why they came. Ships harboured in the bay Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay While out in the

The White Rose

The White Rose ballad

The shepherd stood on the field, frail, He knew not what to do when and why, As the wrathful sun did steep down, The confused chap followed his humble sheep. Then one man neared and asked his name, He gasped

The Sea and its Sailors

The Sea and its Sailors short poem

Abandon, abandon the ship There’s no one coming to save Abandon, abandon the ship Quick! escape your graves Abandon, abandon the ship She cried Abandon, abandon the ship The captain lied to you Abandon, abandon the ship There’s nothing left

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Believe In What We Are

Believe In What We Are short poem

In time you will come to realize what the world was made for and all religions will cease In time human beings will all be of the same thinking and therefore have no reason to war In time a super

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Palpitation

Palpitation short poem

For Kevin and Rocco When stress strikes at the strangest hour you wonder what befalls you as the trials and tribulations of daily survival test your patience and health. Palpitations ring in your chest, are a reminder of your fragility

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