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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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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Pen And Ink

Pen And Ink short poem

If a picture paints a thousand words Then where does that leave me A pen for a brush and ink as my paint And the words are what you all see If the pen is mightier than the sword Then

Hopeless Survival

Hopeless Survival short poem

Every moment of my life which I dreamt to be sublime, Is now caged within the loathing walls of his dreams. Millions passing by and there, I stood as a scum, feeling the essence of nothingness filled in the dark

Happened

Happened short poem

He climbs on his being, crawls like a lizard; frightens. Sometimes after, in a shock falls back. Runs away leaving behind a trembling trail. ———————————— He climbs on his being, crawls like a lizard; frightens. Sometimes after, in a shock

Impromptu

Impromptu long poem

Often yet not frequent, I’d see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment, Ne’er ought I insinuate

Music

Music short poem

Switch on The tape recorder Let the music begin… Do not touch The pause, Fast forward, Stop, Eject, Or, the Rewind buttons! Let the music Flow at its Usual pace! I do not Want to rush Into my future By

Lilith

Lilith prose poem

I am a Lilith in whom men had no faith I was as free as humming bee I was never owned by anybody this everybody disapproved hence was made a demon as the world knows me as an omen hundred

Outside The Mind

Outside The Mind short poem

prisoner of retribution, he was buried under a salt lake, elusive, his crotch, not far from stings of wasps, the blood spills, he would wonder how to catch the truth in black river, wrapped in imperforated causes, leaking with curses,

Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

The Retro One!

The Retro One! short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the flower out, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement, and those eyes of hers already left him rapt. “Will you be my valentine?” kneeling down

Care

Care short poem

The noise of a crescent climbs wordlessly. In the night of dew and wind, for its native starless beams- holding the thread of a thought, walking through wall of disbelief. Before and after the murder of a spark; the heart

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

Eternal Beauty

Eternal Beauty short poem

Beauty in that black lifeless tree, why shouldn’t i call it eternal, It can exist in this cold lifeless environment, Isn’t it appreciable? Where are those colourful flowers, Where are those fragrant petals, Always try to attract small lives for

Resolutions

Resolutions prose poem

Repentance of things past and presence, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”. Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against,

Remember This

Remember This short poem

There are some things I have come to believe. Believe me when I say, I am not deceived. Sometimes the good die young, and never receive. Unfairness exists, and persists, though ill conceived. Sometimes everybody gets pushed around, or cheated.

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

The Winner And The Loser

The Winner And The Loser short poem

The winner and the loser Those who cheat with love to always win and make a slave of the loser Sooner or later lose everything in a bet and never again will be a player And the loser is always

The Elephant I Love

The Elephant I Love ballad

There is something about the Elephant I love very much, I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot, if they be my friend ,I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side, I will catch hold

Letting You Go

Letting You Go short poem

This is for you. For someone very special in my life. This is the least I could do. At least, before my afterlife. I know how much we’ve been through. I know how much you’ve suffered. For you, this isn’t

Golden Land

Golden Land ode

“THE GOLDEN LAND” On the branches of the green trees, The golden nests of multicoloured birds, Honeycombs in the orchards full of honeybees. Beautiful sparkling rivers flowing serpentine, The Nightingales singing their sweetest hymns, The plants of aubergine are shining

The Coming

The Coming short poem

Believe when drunken butterflies fuel: a burst of iridescence over furred fields where the blue tongue of anemones leer; and fever of shadows sting. Trees adorn their pristine bloom, rapt and oozing orange sap beneath the provident music of birds,

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted

On My Way

On My Way short poem

          On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above While

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

For those in peril

For those in peril short poem

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

She

She short poem

Every brunt she has to bear. Every music she has to face. Learn to value the word ‘she’ my dear. Because she is the whole humanity’s base. She encapsulated you when you were a homogenised matter. She bore the dreadful

Wounds Of Time

Wounds Of Time short poem

Peering through the Winter glass, Blinking in utter disbelief, Realisation of what the focus sees, Pointed, high heeled leather Female shiny adornments!! Agony ripping through the soul, Pain is indescribable….. Aching heart of crumbling dreams, Anger, fury, covering the screaming

Mercy Mayaki

Mercy Mayaki short poem

Beloved virgin of rare charm from the Mid-west. Oh how I long to stare into your eyes Divine! Day and night they blossom like sunflowers at sunrise. Shall I liken them to those of an Angel in realms above? Or

From My Journals ‘dreams’

From My Journals dreams short poem

There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke. I can almost unveil to

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

The Survivor

The Survivor short poem

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets

Music

Music long poem

Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic

God and I

God and I short poem

In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and

Him And The Pink Train

Him And The Pink Train long poem

It hurts so much Every single day Facing the same problems when it all started 2 years ago Not until June 9th Where it will all be over All the pain, the tears and the suffering The short glances, the

I Dwell On Books

I Dwell On Books short poem

My first book was a store of love words were made of sound and touch characters smiled and sung lullabies I learnt to talk and run for the sun. There was a flood of colors, letters, sentence rules and social

Gift Of God

GIFT OF GOD Nature has gifted special gifts to mankind Attraction between the opposite sex is one such gift Intense Feelings between each other generates for no reason pin pointing the reason for mutual feelings ends up in confusion Negative

Say, You Love Me…

Say, You Love Me... short poem

Oh dear…my dear… Say you love me If you will not I may not live I am ever thinking of you You are ever in my Heart I met you and I am lucky Oh dear…my dear… Say you love

Rainy Day

Rainy Day short poem

I woke up and saw Morning blossom with Drizzling drops of rain Clouds darkened the sky Like dragons up the alley Lightning struck like they Fired to scare away the aliens Pavements were washed to welcome All loners home for

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in