Overcrowding Poems

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Overcrowding

Overcrowding prose poem

Just now we’ve concluded the conquest of Constantinople. It took us fifty three seconds, the time between two cigarettes and two hallucinations. Then, we came back. The city inflates at night; Noisy lamps, stained by excrement of last summer’s beetles,

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Spare A Little Miracle On Me

Spare A Little Miracle On Me short poem

I’ve always been optimistic about my Life but now I’m not so sure, I can’t even Think straight anymore… It seems as tho life is just passing me by And I can’t find anything to hold onto No more oh

Coincidence Or Design

Coincidence Or Design short poem

Was it by Coincidence or design That you came to be mine if only for the night The only night I wished for no dawn We stemmed from different worlds but we blossomed in our very own Our language differed

This Is Not Another Love Song

This Is Not Another Love Song long poem

Well and it’s a winter wonderland tonight by the light of a bright full moon but THIS IS NOT ANOTHER LOVE SONG oh no it’s more like a dagger through the heart and a ghost from the past come home,

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi)

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi) short poem

Fingers printed on face they offered apologies for the mudslide after the typhoon standing on the mound of twisted bones; the state had the right to trample and extinguish a bright flame, a meteor, streak of dissent only the sect,

Birthdays

Birthdays short poem

I’ll bake tonight a rounded cake to celebrate the wish I make I’ll light my candles with the Moon and let them glow in nightly gloom. I wish myself a better year, to feel and see what I can’t hear,

Love Sonnet 61

Love Sonnet 61 sonnet poems

I dream to kiss your smile and hold your sight, Neglect the night in favor of your touch, Forsake the world, to make this feeling right, And wonder between sighs why love is such; Like one held in cocoon of

From Front

From Front short poem

It burrows deeper in the covert recess of pain, shunning violence of light: the epicenter of Armageddon, giving collective death to providence in a proxy war. The collasal gossip rests on the river of ashes, deflects the incredible starved children

The Perfect Horizon

The Perfect Horizon prose poem

I’m waiting for the day when I yell at you and you don’t yell back at me. Rather you take it all. Because it’s all about the sacrifices that we make for each other. You take it all without uttering

Fifth Grade Sailors

Fifth Grade Sailors short poem

The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,

To Sleep And Never Wake Again

To Sleep And Never Wake Again short poem

You speak of my frustrations in memories aloft High as I was in the sky, so as low will be my drop In most of days I long for you, and in most I feel the weight of the pain

Scarred

Scarred short poem

He faded away into the crowds like a stranger you only feel Never know. She sat scarred Perhaps for life. What he took with him was irreplaceable. What she was left with was Mere wrinkles, Weak knees And no soul.

Faded

Faded short poem

Mirror was shattered By a single crevice. Those dusky eyes are places Where truth lies. Silent as night was my fate But then those footfalls Captured me to enervate. Wind turned the pages Of a story forsaken. Words had some

Mystery Called Life

Mystery Called Life short poem

Oh Life ! I know you are a mystery You don different characters different times You are some times a romantic poem inspiring my heart to rhyme You are also an ocean of sorrow and make me swim against all

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

Who I Am

Who I Am prose poem

Why won’t anyone listen to what I say, one ear out the other or completely pushed away? My voice is soft yes but I still have a voice, just like others’ decision to listen is their very own choice. I

Love

Love short poem

Love is a treasure chest. Nestles in the chest, Holds kindness, and care. Soft as flower, Often weeps, and wilts. Yet, strong as steel. Weathers winds of storm A wonder it becomes! The Taj, an emperor’s dream. His queen’s home!

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

A Dream Is Cast In Many Things

A Dream Is Cast In Many Things short poem

The night was never caught so clear Each star was cast so crystalline, So much wrapped in black velvet shade Like moments clad in silken sheen, And evenings’ artists drew their pictures With their quill dipped in lunar ink With

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

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

A Sickened Craft

A Sickened Craft short poem

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole life under the moon, to speak off the inconsistency of happiness, with a monologue of a needle in eyes for a madness of sublime verse. Canoeing in a frozen lake for a stranded rose,

She Is Mine

She Is Mine short poem

She is the angel of my life who makes me complete. The devil in my heart, as she challenges my every beat. The way she smiles makes me full of life. And, a day without her won’t come until I

Space And Time.

Space And Time. prose poem

Einstein called it spacetime, opposite sides of the same coin. The Universe is expanding. In fact, science says the expansion is speeding up. But what is it expanding into? Time gives us a clue. What is time expanding into? Yesterday

Mine Liberal Hierarchical Goodbye Construct

Mine Liberal Hierarchical Goodbye Construct elegy

Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally

God’s Beautiful Creations

Gods  Beautiful Creations short poem

Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come

Be Still

Be Still short poem

I want to see the deepest traits in your stare Place your book down Silence the music Bury insistent work Subdue arts colors Rest God’s words Close the family album Blow out all star lights Wash perfume’s illusion Move not

The Merciful God

The Merciful God long poem

The Lord is merciful and love slow to anger and rich in blessings he does not treat us according to our sin, nor repay according to our faults as parents have compassion on their children the lord has pity on

Our Best Friend

Our Best Friend prose poem

The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something

Reasons To Burn

Reasons To Burn short poem

For the world must turn And the fire must burn As the cold north wind blows God only knows What would I know? For a raincloud sheds it’s water And the nights become shorter A sweet tune needs a melody

Live A Dream

Live A Dream short poem

Open that closet of wishes And rub away the wrinkles. Remove that frilled window curtain And bookmark the sunshine. Feel the warmth of the breeze And let it superimpose the coldness. Watch the dance of the sparrows And record their

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket short poem

Hidden, there, behind a barrel two eyes peep out ever so often— glimmer of their pipe dreams, evanescent, in a hopeless world. In those seconds, micro-seconds in a landscape cleft where other sets of dulled eyes search forlorn vistas in

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Generalized Anxiety Disorder long poem

The problems she has are real soft fronds of fruiting vines lick up the tears from her forehead each wonders which is upside right earlier she was harried into the rental car wishing only to idle but parents have a

Fate Of Humankind

Fate Of Humankind prose poem

We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in

The Colour Of Peace

The Colour Of Peace short poem

Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this

Suddenly

Suddenly short poem

suddenly I stood still in time I mean the air breathed for me the sky fed me and I quietly absorbed everything that was offered floated in awareness saw what I had not seen ever before felt infinite spaces between

From This End

From This End long poem

You see me you look at me you ignore me you talk about me you whisper. You put me under observation, you test me, study me, tag me, test me again- name me unname me banish me strip me tired

A ‘his’ Letter

A his Letter short poem

People get confused. Thinking from where to start… I have none, I don’t want to start. If I start, I’d have to end… End… That is what I don’t want. No Start, No End! I don’t say you are my

Virtue

Virtue short poem

Simple light I assume, I needed nothing more, nothing less: as I felt tired under the battered shade of a tamarind tree. Sour sweet pulp, sticky and acidic life had held me by throat; and I sang like a blue

Walking Like A Zombie

Walking Like A Zombie short poem

I walk through the halls and streets like a zombie empty and alone Wandering aimlessly around curious if she knows I exist. “The past is the past,” they say but the pain is still pain, They also say, “The heart