Molestation Poems

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Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

Poems containing references to : Molestation

Never Was It Right?

Never Was It Right? short poem

Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of

If No Hands

If No Hands long poem

If no hands, she had, There won’t be any bangles, The colors and sounds, attracting My attention to see and catch On the exorbitance of my love, Breaking it, with no intention, But broke; and fell down. The glass-chips, with

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Fear Not

Fear Not short poem

Fear not, my friends, of dreaming For those who call themselves realists, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends, of loving For those who call themselves heartbroken, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends,

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.

The Flight

The Flight short poem

I am not an Angel but love to fly with wings it is my fantasy flight, to begin with… life is about keeping balance when in the air it can be by helicopter or simply by plane. I use to

Shelling Uncounted

Shelling Uncounted short poem

A blue moon was crabbing at night in the sea of stars. Yuu could hear the outcry of herons suddenly. It was mayhem. Heads will now roll for defiant attitude. The creepers were trapped in the impatient blind-catchers.Unforgettable waiting for

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Nature’s Picture

Natures Picture short poem

I saw her snow capped mountains, Her fields of purest gold, Her cup runs over, All nature has no hold I saw her mighty rivers, Heard her oceans roar Stood in awe and wonderment, As if never seen before Her

Silence

Silence long poem

When there is nothing and no one else, there is Silence… The one companion who is but a thought away. In the midst of every strife, in all of one’s traumas or the most peaceful or joyful times, the moment

Notions

Notions short poem

I thought you would walk behind, but you went ahead. I felt your place is at home, but you went to rule the world. I believed knowledge is my domain, but you invaded that terrain. I was conditioned to believe

The Season Of Love

The Season Of Love short poem

I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we

Who Cares…why Ask

Who Cares...why Ask long poem

Now you ask me ‘how are you’…Don’t you know what I’ve gone through ? What my thoughts have made me do ?!! A bit late now to see me through. A sorry I’d appreciate, at least some words to comfort

I want to know

I want to know short poem

I want to know why, I want to know how how I feel like this and why it came now I always thought I would never lose my rhyme but without you I know that there is no time no

A Promethean Poem

A Promethean Poem short poem

I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,

Mercy

Mercy short poem

For we are from your mercy without a scar, Form afar your mighty star. With fear in heart we do not wish to part , to set us a part. For we are from Your mercy without a scar. The

A Reason For My Pride

A Reason For My Pride short poem

Have I anything To be proud about? As an answer to my question I don’t know where to start. It seems to me as if, All the little things I’ve done. Have paid off in the end, And the festivities,

Demolishing Identities

Demolishing Identities short poem

Looks like as if they are on sale ; With recessed faces which look pale, Pray for them to come out of depression ; But they look lost in suppression, Seems like they are trapped in cages ; They are

Herring Bone Sunrise

Herring Bone Sunrise short poem

Beyond the early morning mist, caressing the mountainous eastern skyline, an exquisite sunrise is being created. Pastel pink fluffy clouds streaked with gray in the formation of a massive herring. A true display of wilderness serenity. Clouds shifting in the

I Fly In Flames

I Fly In Flames short poem

My wings fly with flaming heart, soaring high in the sky but in utter vain. Like sunshine in the rain, but burnt and charred, it so hurts. Delving into the same old refuge, filled with solitude in a world full

Love

Love short poem

I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Your Memory

Your Memory short poem

In my dreams are happy endings In my dreams you are standing with me It’s just another fantasy As my life unfolds before me There is a part of you that holds me I’m living in your memory I wish

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Every Day, The Present

Every Day, The Present short poem

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

Returning

Returning short poem

You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. In loincloth a truth unravels

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

The Lady Of The Meadow

The  Lady Of The Meadow long poem

I was but a soldier in a trench in Northern France It sat upon a meadow where the lovely poppies danced. The skies above were cloudless clear a perfect colour blue And cornflowers on the meadow danced beside the poppies

Define God.

Define God. prose poem

What is God? What is a god? It’s all relative. It is all semantics really. To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods. Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

In my mind I see it I believe it I can be it I am the great conqueror In my mind I can bask in it The accomplishment The battle won The victories The satisfaction in life The road travel

The Secret Of A King

The Secret Of A King ballad

I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride

Love – The Drug

Love   The Drug short poem

I hid away and staged my Death but it found me again . Never ‘O Never won’t fall for you again I am an innate being now . Your advances are sweet And your offers so tempting . The hair,

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God

A Balcony

A Balcony long poem

A balcony is beautiful With a sky clear A balcony is beautiful With you there A balcony is pretty With rain coming down A balcony is pretty When you get a flower crown A balcony is terrorsome When it is

Vibrations

Vibrations short poem

The battlelines were drawn. While drinking the sun I set myself ablaze A hooded dilemma of his kindness starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. A backlash stops a self-search. Who am I and why do I belong in the spinning of

Absinthe

Absinthe short poem

I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There

Hope To Love

Hope To Love short poem

If I knew you have moved on already, Eloped in other’s arms, enticed by her scent, Hope the memories are not so shady. Hope my touch isn’t lost, although faint. If I knew you have moved on already, Turned a

*Unfathomable

*Unfathomable short poem

After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions, the gulf between erosion of truth and survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell blood, exfoliation begins, from nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot, the epic of tragedy, something