Mohandas Poems

Mohandas poems bring the best collection of short and long mohandas poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great mohandas rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these mohandas poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on mohandas are here for you.

A Nickname You’ll Like

A Nickname Youll Like prose poem

A smoking internet chat She finally signed something, “J” “oh J” I’ve been waiting for something to call you Lovely Oh J that captures the sense of anticipation I feel addressing you and I guess I don’t care right now

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Peace

Peace short poem

Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was

Violent Seas

Violent Seas short poem

I won’t apologize I am mesmerized by your violent beauty I am unable to understand the depths of you I cannot see to the bottom Winds create waves that crest and crash Damaging all in the way Salty spray stings

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

What is Love? Is it the thing that keeps us going? Is that the reason the Earth spins? Why can it deceive and manipulate but feel so amazing? Makes me feel like the world is in my control Like all

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

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Oblivion

Oblivion ballad

The Autumn wind blows Fall leaves flow Crunch dry asphalt Friend or foe Days pass Pages flip Time flies Broken ties Daylight wind chaff Deception so daft Flying against the breeze Near the still pond It will appease Fearing for

Striking Portrait

Striking Portrait short poem

A silvery, fluting cry of a sleepless moon on the pillow of a twilight sleep: an enigma I wanted to share with a skylark. From the disbelief rises a sulphur cloud to thaw the ice on the tongue of a

Room Full Of Mirrors

Room Full Of Mirrors short poem

Lock me in a room full of mirrors. So that, I can see myself a little more clear. What is the problem, which everyone sees? But, I don’t understand, I fear. All the mirrors in the room Can’t lay down

Twilight

Twilight short poem

On periphery of gestures and casts I speak for fading integrity while a fossil of a scream was stolen from the womb of language. On becoming silent, an untitled truth shakes sensibility. Small vignettes track the battleships of calligraphy. The

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today

Now heres my bloody sonnet for today sonnet poems

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today, A trifle for my daily exercise; It’s best I try to keep it light and gay, Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs. My muse has been holding himself aloof, Yet condescends

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

A Mother

A Mother long poem

A mother will suffer real agony for her child to feel adored And will cry so many tears to have her child to understand being truly loved She will teach her child the true meaning of good and bad And

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes

The Red Button

The Red Button short poem

A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten. Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness. The red button, Gleaming

Fairy Godmother

Fairy Godmother prose poem

Can you hear her voice calling out your name? Whispering in your dream to come and play the game Come to me my angel it’s time to take a ride Place your head inside the loop and we will surely

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

Appreciation

Appreciation short poem

Efficient and hard working gets appreciation Appreciation induces one to excel Getting repeated appreciation turns into addiction Appreciation in open may cease but it may be in abundance in silence When addicted , ,lack of appreciation in open may doom

Memory Walk

Memory Walk short poem

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

Old and lonely at life’s end Taking life as it comes many sunrise dry the dew that soaked the clothes many sunset I have seen Barren lands are now towns right before my eyes roads have sprung where vegetation thrive

The Unusual Home Coming

The Unusual Home Coming prose poem

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

The Diary

The Diary short poem

I wept at your funeral, saddest to the core of my heart… At home I found your diary…remnants of your soul; You died so young! With so much to do, The world needed you, so did I, Why did you

Insurmountable You

Insurmountable You short poem

Separated by months and eight thousand miles making love to you is an impossibility like painting a hangar with a pallet knife clearing four feet of snow with a soup spoon yet one day you arrive and we meet always

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

Will You Be My Valentine?

Will You Be My Valentine? short poem

A tremble on my lips before I speak A hesitation in my heart making it so weak A fearful thought whether it’d be fine If I say, ‘will you be my valentine?’ A certain spark in your big beautiful eyes

The Hands Of A Smoker

The Hands Of A Smoker short poem

My nails chowed down and raw from the fear of a life that I have not really lived, a life without purpose. A cigarette sits between my lips, holding it between my fingers as if every drag I take will

Faming Of Love

Faming Of Love prose poem

Since long I have been yearning to get lost on your sensuous lips my voluptuous desires are burning to feel them with scrumptious kiss With adolescence gesture you mesmerized and allured me to float into your sexy eyes with your

Occupation

Occupation short poem

Leaving the stains behind I am moving to a new home O mother to wear the sun. The black moon had been stalking me for years O mother for a pink romance lifting the clouds. Though, I will not come

Obscurity

Obscurity short poem

Walking through the woods at night Not sure where I’m at The darkness I’m looking into Is overpowering A faint light from the sky Surges shyly through the blackness. But not sufficient for me To see where I am going

Accepting Myself

Accepting Myself short poem

Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the

Untitled

Untitled short poem

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Real history

Real history short poem

Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

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.

Dual Personality

Dual Personality long poem

Oh Man ! you exhibit your lone face outwardly but cleverly hide two more inwardly Outwardly you are seen to the naked Eye but your inward face often spins like two faces of the same coin without clarity You may

Something Strange

Something Strange short poem

From the point where the sky met the sea, Shot down a lighning bolt, And in tremor, it hit my boat. The sea growled like a monster, And I cried like a kid. I was all alone in the sea.

Grains Of Sand

Grains Of Sand prose poem

History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was

Meme

Meme prose poem

Ideas not people rule the world, competing for supremacy, domination. Conflicting, waring to gain the upper hand, control. Virus like as it spreads through the population Infecting all that come in contact. Ideas are insidious things, once infected nearly impossible

My Heart Is No More

My Heart Is No More short poem

I think of her when the sun does rise I think of her when it falls from the sky When I sleep the dreams always start With my love leaving with my heart She lacked the courage and I the

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is