Perspictives Poems

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Coffee

Coffee prose poem

Coffee// By: Fareed Ghanem **** Here I am, just a handful of water taken from the last raining season. Since the last Bedouin had poured me into his pot, which had been dyed by sand and smoke, and laid over

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Freedom

Freedom short poem

My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom. Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end. My life’s most important exam was over. But was I at peace? No, this

I Am Human

I Am Human short poem

Men, Women, Children Brothers and sisters Be not blind to the temple of the body Be aware To exterior Of the heart, The actions of The soul The state of mind And the flow Of emotions the earth that will

Find happiness

Find happiness short poem

Find happiness in nature, in the beauty of mountains and scenic stature, in the serenity of the sea, in the rustle of the tree! Find happiness in friendship, in the fun of doing silly things, in crazy partnership. Find happiness

To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred short poem

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

The Higgledy-piggledy Nun

The Higgledy piggledy Nun short poem

From the higgledy-piggledy house Came Sister Andre the nun, Who dreamed of having a spouse So she could have more fun. She told her secrets to a field mouse That she also wanted a son, So she packed her blackest

Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your

Two

Two short poem

Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear

Absolute Fullstop

Absolute Fullstop short poem

Time gives And time takes. And where does it go, That what time Steals from us? Good Times Bad times. Us. Nobody knows. Are they lost to nothing? Are they somewhere else? Nobody knows. Doom? Salvation? Nobody knows. Those we

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963 short poem

My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t

Tears

Tears prose poem

If you look at the tears There is no difference between Tears and water Without water you cannot live And without tears you cannot love As sex releases our sexual tension Likewise tears releases Our emotional tension When we separate

The Wise Man And The Fool

The Wise Man And The Fool short poem

The wise man, and the fool. shall never agree, For the fool, thinks himself, to be wiser than he. Yet the wise man knows, not all that is taught, And the fool thinks, wisdom, can be bought. And the fool

Kites.

Kites. long poem

Kites , high they fly On their distinct path Wandering, discovering, redefining … With burning desire They fly… Red, green, white, gray and golden All belonged to me Or do they?? Red , is my first favourite It flies forever,

The Pain

The Pain short poem

I am The pain Shed its form to conquer My existence, leaving in its cruelty Only my heart to survive. Gasping for breath, for life For you Hoping to welcome its final death throes; But she in her cruel magnanimity,

In The Woods

In The Woods prose poem

Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to

L3tt3rs

L3tt3rs short poem

If I were to write you a heart felt letter To draw words out of a bledding pen To paint thought out of my head In rainbow Build a bridge from your heart to mine I’d let the words ride

Abhorrence

Abhorrence prose poem

The room was dark, creepy, full of dirt, in which I sat with absolutely no mirth. The door creaked open, and in he came, with a flame in his eyes, a flame not of love, but a flame that I

Mum

Mum short poem

A life of living, A life of loss A life of giving, A life that lost Lasting memories A life adhered Enjoyment gathered in Younger years To all who knew a beautiful kind Caring, sharing an intelligent mind Now at

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

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

Reflection

Reflection short poem

A smiling face soothens the heart of the onlooker A crying face emits sympathy of the onlooker A laughing face enhances the spirit of the onlooker An angry face disturbs the mind of the onlooker A serious face brings fear

Shambhook…*

Shambhook...* short poem

Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers I loved the reason. My legs were shaky when I was treading on the barbs getting ready for a leap in the unknown. Somebody said myth was a whore. It turns men into

Memories Bite

Memories Bite short poem

Why do I feel like this tonight? Getting confused between what’s wrong and right. Always thinking about you whether its day or night. Can’t stay alone when you are out of my sight. Remaining depressed and taking unnecessary fight. Please

Only For You

Only For You prose poem

Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody

Apogee Moon

Apogee Moon short poem

Eyes I much miss in mine, Where are you now? Are you mine-like, teared in brine Brimming the brow? In this rain-sloshed afternoon, With poetry I trace My broken heart upon your face, Far-off Apogee Moon! Teach, my sky-shy poet-protégée,

Dream shore

Dream shore short poem

I dream of holy land Where exists my dream with a friend She is all for me forever How can I miss even for second there? I knew about her miserable time I used to cry sometimes I was never

Unspoken

Unspoken short poem

It was not dark in a killing field. A primitivism has prevailed upon an intimate hate crime for brand mnemonics. A bronzed moon will come out tonight. The glances were missing and you – cannot see properly. The blue bird

Searching…

Searching... short poem

I bend To pick up the pieces Pieces of me lying on the ground But when I bend I don’t know me Just frivolous petals scattered around I reach To gather up the bits Bits of me that have flown

This Little Heart

This Little Heart long poem

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these

Poem For Friends

Poem For Friends short poem

Friends are thoughts of life They make us happy and cheerful moments The real friends are the ultimate stars They enlighten our minds with a colourful smile Friends are ever with us Each day and moment brings us fresh anxiety

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

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

Farewell song

Farewell song short poem

For long, we lived in our hearts ignoring the world. but now, the knocks have got louder and our hearts have grown heavier. you go your way, my love, I will find mine. for long, we lay under trees, holding

Swinging….

Swinging.... short poem

I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask

The Judge Of The Universe

The Judge Of The Universe short poem

God is the cardinal creator He is the generous giver He can raise a dead to life, being the grantor He can create a thing that existed never He gave what you have He knows whatever you know Your deeds

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

Love sonnet 222

Love sonnet 222 sonnet poems

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a

Proud Soldier

Proud Soldier short poem

Fear of the enemy is allied Though I may have died I live forever in the history As my country recites my story History praises my martyrdom With those who laid their lives for freedom Conferred on me is the

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money