Programmed Poems

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Twice Programmed

Twice Programmed prose poem

I was born here. You were born there. I was raised here. You where raised there. I was educated here. You were educated there. I have my beliefs. You have your beliefs. We do not agree. We may go to

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The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

An Empty Soul

An Empty Soul prose poem

When I awoke that fatal day I knew there was something amiss the agonizing striking pain doubled me over on the cold floor My eyes began to well with tears and gushed down like a rushing waterfall a cold eerie

Free Like Music

Free Like Music short poem

I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free

Urania

Urania short poem

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost long poem

The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Unimaginable

Unimaginable short poem

Routine Life has no string attached to it Everything is planned for the day It is presumed things move as programmed involvement in the daily chorus smacks the Human sensitivity each one is busy for fulfilling the days obligation Day

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Suicide

Suicide long poem

I feel the pain come over me, I wonder what I have done for this to be You lived, a life of sadness Leading you to do what you thought was best Why did it happen to you, I still

Angels And Demons

Angels And Demons short poem

The chord struck again Without any desire, the tears did rain. Unable to find why, The angels did solace. But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, “Oh! what did you gain?”. If empathy is what you want , It is lame!

Ghosts from the past

Ghosts from the past short poem

I came across a dusty cupboard, Wiped it clean, It was a solid teak structure, With a beautifully carved frame. The cupboard held many ghosts, From my recent past, A tattered book of verses, A hand note of love, now

My Heartily Thanks To You

My Heartily Thanks To You prose poem

I have something to say which has been bothering my mind but you are far away from me if I shout it will lose it value If I whisper you may not hear me but this has given me a

Sharing Your Christian Walk

Sharing Your Christian Walk short poem

Walking down the street Talking to everyone I meet, I share my testimony freely, Praying they will let GOD, Come into their heart. We Christians should do this Every where we go, Let the LIGHT of JESUS in us, Ignite

Poetry Cracks The Whip

Poetry Cracks The Whip short poem

Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

A Fetus Speaks

A Fetus Speaks long poem

How sweet the Autumn breeze Wafting from my window Before this Winter freeze I could see skies are blue; But how would I to know Or how will I In truth, I lie Even as poets do, Saying life is

Falling For You

Falling For You short poem

I am falling for you. Just don’t know how to tell you I fear that I will lose you. Just don’t know how to be next to you Call me when you realize our afterlives are in sync My heart

Oceanic Heart

Oceanic Heart short poem

There is poetry in the, Heart of the ocean, A longing in the soul, To be enfolded in its waves, As they create a ripple, Of pulsating thrill in me. A calming tranquility, Fascinating wondrous hues, Magnetic is the attraction,

Love Me For Me (the Real Me)

Love Me For Me (the Real Me) short poem

See me not caring anymore see me walking out the door you’ve hurt me for the last time and I’m tired of you trying to mess with my mind, so see me not caring anymore, see me see me walking

The Window

The Window prose poem

A Buddha moon bellies upon the clouds And with the staccato echo of heels on concrete I hurry to my window, for it was the sound of when once you came home In that time when I knew love by

The Light In The Dark

The Light In The Dark short poem

We meet a lot of people along the way, But only a few connect and stay the same way. Many impact us in ways we never thought of, Some happy, some say, But i met them all, I am glad.

Aura

Aura long poem

Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine

Polite Pigtails

Polite Pigtails short poem

The days are dark and bleak Nights cold , crushed and coy A twinkling star just smiles by Soars my heart with joy! The hut that I live in Vacant , vague and wry Mother’s hand on forehead Comfort in

Into The Woods

Into The Woods short poem

I have something say, but fear, not dare, blood runs cold and I feel a Chill. If only some could understand how we feel, For the consequences of a confession we had to reveal, And the situations that we have

The Picture On The Wall

The Picture On The Wall short poem

There is a picture on the wall, With some people hanging around Each smiling and laughing Enjoying and having the time of their lives Each wearing their own costumes, Each with their own colours Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Yellow, Green,

Strolling By…….

Strolling By....... prose poem

On an evening I sat near the shore And watched the waves as they came and went back. I saw the setting sun in the far horizon, The orange -red rays splattered across, Giving the sky a heavenly look. The

Sore Spot

Sore Spot short poem

You thought they would open if you knock tapped gently with your down eyelashes small bud of a girl without home but churches don’t have eaves to shelter you from rain and big houses have their big dogs running free

Cuckoo Not Sings

Cuckoo Not Sings long poem

Our poets the fools, as always they are, Mistake the shouts and cry of a bird, As its song, the melody, not thinking The pain, it suffers as ‘thrown outs’, By own mother, attacked by a stranger, The crow, a

Greatest Treasure

Greatest Treasure short poem

It’s not the wealth Which could give you pleasures. That would be worldly. It’s not a job Which could make you satisfied, That would be just a living. People come and go. Some hold dear to heart, Rest are worth

Fallen

Fallen short poem

My wings are tied, I can not fly, I have been pushed, and I know why For my crimes i can not be another holy entity. I chose this life, I could not stay, I hate their holy bigotry. I

Mrs Anon

Mrs Anon short poem

A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer

An Unborn Prayer

An Unborn Prayer short poem

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

Oh My Love

Oh My Love short poem

Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel

Missing You

Missing You short poem

So much closer are our hearts ; Then why we both are this apart . With you I want to get up every morning ; Every moment I need you ! my darling . I want to watch you all

My Rock

My Rock ode

My heart is broken Like a worn out glass Eyes sunken Head bleeding inside My mind screams Nobody could hear My shattering dreams A ray of light appears Piercing into the inner depths The sea of darkness gone Killing the

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

I walk down the bridge Whispering to my restless mind About your last night’s talk And those unfeeling hands of innocence The night eglantine smiles In its usual way At my timid inexpressive desire And the love filled eyes of

Compliment

Compliment short poem

”I sojourn in your vibrant world, Mr. Ahmed Of dulcet melodies and wafting aromas The paintings adorning your house forlorn Are as soothing as the breezes of the morn I met your mates, your benevolent friends Savoured their enchanted, beguiling

Ninth Symphony

Ninth Symphony short poem

A scented moon caves in on a tree top and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud, It is good to be friendless sometimes. Me and homecoming become synonymous. We are ruined by familiar paths. The mist deepens. Not reaching