Musk Poems

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

Intoxicated Musk

Intoxicated Musk short poem

I sleep to your sweet lullaby Composing songs of intoxicated love. And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain; Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds

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Poems containing references to : Musk

Not Me

Not Me short poem

So much Krisnachura was strewn on the path, we stomped on them, wind was tousling— so sweet, like a lovely woman, musk of wild champak. The perfume reminds me of exquisite palms, deep coiffure and wild dreams of night. Then

Wrangell – St. Elias

Wrangell   St. Elias short poem

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

Blossom

Blossom short poem

Sweet tender flower… I love you. Been long in the Garden… In search. You speak to my senses… In silent, poignant eloquence. I long to wake with you… Feel the warmth of morning’s smile upon us. Look upon you… For

Punishment

Punishment short poem

My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then

Styes

Styes short poem

It was a searing moment in grueling heat of your flesh, the racist attack had come to surface, the blue eyes, edible gold, in nights the pink veil of the moon, I will cut my wrist to pour out the

Banquet

Banquet short poem

For a knife, sharp is best, a good friend a valuable tool in your preparations epitome of confidence, hacker of haunches an extension of the hand and of the will however it keeps you at a remove, though those precise

My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound ! As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of

My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

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A Touch Of Romance

A Touch Of Romance short poem

My eyes behold a dream From down a rugged path Atop a hill it lights up the sky From beneath the cover of a tree I envy Wishing on an empty faith Hopelessly waiting for it to realize Only an

Twist My Heart Again

Twist My Heart Again short poem

Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark

The Diamond In The Swamp

The Diamond In The Swamp long poem

From the ages past, the Swamp in the Niger Delta was inhabited by people who live on the proceed from the murky Swamp Then in a stroke of Nature’s benevolence, the murky Swamp started oozing out the wealth and riches

Rainy Story

Rainy Story short poem

Clouds strayed in the sky Like lambs in the pasture; Winds roared at the high Like lions in the leisure; Thunders struck on the roof Like shoots of the troop; Fears brood in the heart Like snakes creep in dark;

My Bio-chemical Romance

My Bio chemical Romance long poem

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

May Her Soul Rest In Peace

May Her Soul Rest In Peace short poem

The smile,the face ,the glory you shone Will there be in our hearts Perhaps did the time past so fast That now we have remains of you in our hearts May her soul rest in peace May the god give’em

Uneaten Fruit

Uneaten Fruit short poem

From the unread book I look back at three generations, with whom I was fighting for a staircase, which did not take me anywhere. It was an edge over the wisdom for footfalls in space for an apology for an

My Forgotten Love!

My Forgotten Love! prose poem

my forgotten love! I am perpetually in love with this pain, for, it is a fond remembrance of our long forgotten past… enshrined in my love, those memories blossomed to many a beautiful spring! though, now, it might seem, to

The written word

The written word short poem

Sunlight streaming through the window The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze Scented sheets scattered around the desk Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought A faraway look in my eye. A letter

Inverted

Inverted short poem

A tribal instinct stops the nemesis: Spraying the blood-soaked, small foot prints on my chest; unlocking, I accept myself. Why contained anger of awesome ache over the periphery? Through the atrophied, black limbs – an elite infusion of trespassing knowledge?

Gnawed Through

Gnawed Through short poem

A fat island burns under a looming sun. Bleeding rays will enter your eyes to see the blundering world. The gods were melting down looking at the corpses of faltering orchids, spread out at the feet of a white blaze.

Back To Front

Back To Front short poem

In a day when the light Follows evening not night It may be time for a second glance In the night when the moon Is a painted balloon It may be time to leave the dance Will we ever get

The Sands Of Time

The Sands Of Time short poem

The sands of time, so apt! Grain by grain, Unendingly, our lives ebb away. Like a candle lit at birth, Burning bright- Till the end, Our lives too- Sometimes in a fright! Seasons come, seasons go- Sunrise after sunset, a

My Story’s End

My Storys End short poem

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with

The Last Time

The Last Time short poem

If I said this was the last time You were ever gonna see me Tell me what would you do And what would you say If I said this was the last time We would ever be as one Tell

You Are Everywhere

You Are Everywhere short poem

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I languish between talks all banal but hearty I hold my head down for all of it to pass To hit those looking to do some more of it This time with a smile, and come again at me I

Just Do What Must Be Done !!

Just Do What Must Be Done !! prose poem

Just do what must be done Imitate the Sun which gives light . The Giving of the Sun is visible without our knowing how happy the sun is while giving Light ! Just do what must be done !! Imitate

Proffer A Prayer

Proffer A Prayer long poem

Holy Aggie a morning near you was an age of enlightenment You exist ever in a sleepless dawn of scrubland fallow patches, rusting equipage, savaged stand of pecan a semicircle of bidders, smoke heavy in the hollows Fourteen and a

Action Equals Consequence

Action Equals Consequence short poem

Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside

Recorded Message

Recorded Message short poem

Robots on the line, With their tedious whine. Options galore, Just hit buttons one to four. What happened to the good old days, When real people used to say, Hello and how can I help you, And what was that

Illusions

Illusions short poem

Illusions… are so beautiful… aren’t they? so tempting… so alluring… so full of promises of happiness… Illusions built of illusions … that pull you so deep within… that at one point the self becomes an Illusion… thoughts become dreams …

Autumn’s Red Hair

Autumns Red Hair short poem

My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.

‘Gandhism’- A tribute to Mahatma !

Gandhism  A tribute to Mahatma ! short poem

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

The Decision

The Decision short poem

I know this isn’t the answer, But hell it’s a good option. They call me a coward, But they know nothing. My life being suffocated, But it’s my own hands, My own hands are choking me. Oh why am I

What Says Echo?

What Says Echo? prose poem

(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks

Under Your Nose

Under Your Nose short poem

Dividing bridges in the grimace of time, Earth peeled and uprooted in a perfidious chime, Upholstery of ashes do perplex the sun, Blurry vision does escape the wanton hun, Moon braces for the evening sun, Cradle of concrete that once

Monster

Monster short poem

Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain

The Times They Are A Changing.

The Times They Are A Changing. prose poem

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump

Where The Peace, Suu kyi?

Where The Peace, Suu kyi? short poem

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

In love with self

In love with self short poem

A lonely piece of night on my palm Restlessness maturing to blissful calm Shapes of life moulding in me Fencing the fields of destiny Solitary thoughts rooted in self Refusing support, rejecting help Unwinding the core, reaching within To bones,