Petulance Poems

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Petulance

Petulance short poem

My heart is starving, My lips are famished, My arms are cold, My strength is half of it. My mind races, My restless eyes close, My reasons to reason, Grow stale and fold. When you go I always pine, The

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Poems containing references to : Petulance

The Christ Child

The Christ Child ode

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

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From Dark To Light

From Dark To Light long poem

Part 1 I’m blind There is a darkness It resides deep in my mind Pitch black A million screams Stolen breath Peace I cannot find Puppet strings A piece of me for everyone Lifeless toy For the taking No repercussions

Hunting

Hunting short poem

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

Golden Age

Golden Age short poem

A million years ago when I was 17 I was one with the garden… I was free to come and go as I pleased…in the breeze of angel Wings… Well it was The Golden Age of Innocence and serenity, it

Struggle

Struggle short poem

They say… Time heals You will be ok You acknowledge politely Do they know… How hard it is for you to place your feet on the floor in the morning That you choke back tears throughout the day Can they

Doom Fetus

Doom Fetus sonnet poems

Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig

An Invitation For Ms. Plath

An Invitation For Ms. Plath short poem

Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain

Turning The Page

Turning The Page short poem

Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page

Once In A While

Once In A While short poem

It’s good to leave your comfort zone Once or more in a while And travel to unknown lands To have a feel of life out there. It’s awesome visiting new places Meeting people of varied cultures Hear queer, unfamiliar languages

The Guests Are Here

The Guests Are Here short poem

World Wars, that should never happen… a poem on holocaust. Oh, we know, we shall see it to some day… The nights filling in, with such dread Oh no, they just cannot get us, never… We are safe in our

Interlocked

Interlocked short poem

Between the tremors falls the face in a glass of water. Sometimes false teeth reverberate through the pages of history; devastation sinks in. A faun rubs the landscape. Hatchlings come out when death-music stops. A miracle tends to quieten the

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon short poem

I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

To A Safe World!

To A Safe World! short poem

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties

The Peacefulless Death

The Peacefulless Death short poem

Great storms swaying here and there Who this time is it swaying away Man living everyday in fear Am I to go today or live another day Peaceful and eternal rest Most see death as such but what of the

Life Goes On

Life Goes On short poem

We are all wayfaring travelers, Trudging down our separate roads, Hoping, wishing praying, Someone will come and share our load. There are sunburns on our shoulders, And blisters on our feet, We brave the wildest blizzards, And the scorching summer

Pure Love

Pure Love short poem

Pure love Love must be mutual with the total and absolute pureness from two people And not pure selfishness by someone only interested in his/her wellbeing as a couple It has happened before that somebody tries taking me to bed

Strength

Strength short poem

Remember the times when you were younger You broke your knee and survived a fall You shrugged and smiled and took it in your stride You were so brave and endured it all Laughed it off when others scoffed And

Stormy Weather Friend

Stormy Weather Friend short poem

What are we doing? Where are we going from here? What are we? My stormy weathered friend I hear you scream. I see your dreams untold. I love you. My stormy weather friend. When you’re wounded who will heal you?

Breathing Dust

Breathing Dust short poem

Do not stoke the desires tonight, my moon is away on the cusp of doubts. Count you must the needles in heart, of ifs and buts? A fragile truce was anathema to me. The nagging day lies ahead – of

Inseparable

Inseparable short poem

I am stuck to you in body and soul A thought, a gesture, a smile, a mole Rewind your days and count me again I sum up more than your restless pain You search yourself in my form To confide,

Age No Bar…

Age No Bar... short poem

When age comes between You and your Prospects Choose Prospects Forget your age Which may be on the high side So many elders have done a lot Written a lot Gone to many places When such being the fact Why

Tomorrow, Tonight

Tomorrow, Tonight short poem

Tomorrow will the sun shine bright Its warm finger-like breath streaming through my windows Awakening into song birds nestled ‘neath the rafters Tonight will the moon glow as before Sharing its beauty and radiance A shy princess amidst starry glittering

Let’s Get It On

Let’s Get It On long poem

LET’S GET IT ON any which way you desire it doesn’t matter to me let’s just get it on oh baby, baby, baby and do it all night long LET’S GET IT ON, LET’S GET IT ON… your place or

Little White Hair

Little White Hair short poem

Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy

How Do I?

How Do I? ode

I see you dressed in green So vibrant and so lovely Fresh as an unfolding spring How do I touch your heart? I see you dressed in turquoise Strutting like a peacock So stately and proud How do I break

That You And I Existed

That You And I Existed prose poem

Looking at the starry sky on this new moon night Standing on this endless field of grass Everything else but one seems important, That you and I existed together, ever so entangled, For however brief a while on the timeline

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

Evening Shadows

Evening Shadows prose poem

Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little

The Withering

The Withering elegy

Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,

Serene Attire

Serene Attire prose poem

Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of

The Fall

The Fall short poem

This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

Tales From The Autumn Breeze.

Tales From The Autumn Breeze. short poem

The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again

Sharing The Pain

Sharing The Pain short poem

Feel happy on some ones smile Share some ones agony and pain Be concerned about some ones welfare then your Life is worth the Living You never mind If I am broke You Mind my heart which is so very

Rivers And Reservoirs

Rivers And Reservoirs prose poem

I like to behold the budding of bushes and branches as they prepare to bring to us their beautiful roses, shady limbs, and leaves. I like to hear the sounds of creeks, dams, ditches, lakes, ponds, and watersheds shouting in

Again Come With Rain!

Again Come With Rain! short poem

Rain brings life and enthusiasm Raises people’s joy and grace, Makes the beloved to think And feel her lover’s presence. Rain drops sprinkles the earth Touches the heart of her, Makes the beloved to see And touch the face of

Cocoon

Cocoon prose poem

We are all tightly wrapped. It began at birth. We are born with tendency, but the wrapping begins at birth. Like an Egyptian mummy the world begins to wrap. As the years go by the cocoon thickens. Depending on where

Forgiveness

Forgiveness short poem

Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!