Pseudonym Poems

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Pseudonym

Pseudonym short poem

Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden

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Poems containing references to : Pseudonym

To Whom This May Concern

To Whom This May Concern short poem

It’s coded in war games: Bombs will have the enemies’ names Etched on them, synonymously And anonymously; For worse false or better true Bombs know neither me nor you And so have not recourse To feel pity or remorse; Bombs

Mint Sauce

Mint Sauce short poem

Curly reveled in gamboling meadows where all was bleating purity and colour rare with buttercups. With snapping at her heels she led a skittish huddle In senseless panic, Into a world of roasts and hedgerow sauces. A blade, sharp to

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Senzenina (xenophobia)

Senzenina (xenophobia) long poem

Our father left us while we were young We could not clean our own stable And we did not know how to But we knew how to protect our color. Our mother separated us for the reason You had to

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden short poem

I won’t forget the times when I made roundish letters in blue-black ink as if I were crushing blackberries perfumed and wild and in the eyes of that man by chance it was always the same Toulouse-Lautrec painting with my

A Name Of Clemency

A Name Of Clemency short poem

Belief will lynch all the vistas, one by one, for art of living, to break the silence of innocence. I will scream, when hurts bruise in temporal sleep, for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses wafting in eternal cliffs of truth

Purpose

Purpose prose poem

What’s the point? To life I mean. Here, we find ourselves following The crowd. Doing as those who came before. Why? Did they know something, anything, about anything? Mindless lemmings are we? Are we building something? We’re born, we live,

We Are The Ancients.

We Are The Ancients. prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies where created in

The Brightened Fire

The Brightened Fire short poem

Tonight sleep was not coming to me. Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes. It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize the legacy, the tendrils of violence. Wrapped in white shrouds the bodies were laid out on

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

Semantic Hide n’ Seek

Semantic Hide n Seek short poem

Granted that I say, What I always needed to; That the words on which I play, Might not seem like a game to you. That the lyrics my brain And tongue spit out Should not come to strain, And I

Luck Was Not With Me Today

Luck Was Not With Me Today short poem

I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and

My Writing

My Writing short poem

I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing

Fallen

Fallen short poem

There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling

Listen…

Listen... short poem

In your eyes I have seen the fear Of the silence that follows death. Un-erasable, un-quiet-able silence. Of the loneliness that ensues And the realisation – That the dead will never return. That no matter how earnestly you try Conversations

Anthony

Anthony short poem

Well and the Anthony I knew was a scared and lost little boy confused about life and sought sanctuary by drinking himself out of reality…well I thought I could save him but he only ended up using me so I

True Love

True Love short poem

As a bud, I was tender praised for my petals Flattered for my fragrance Smelled for sweetness I was laid in a rose bed protected and possessed And I never even cared to peep out. The day I blossomed I

The Girl Whose Name Is Death

The Girl Whose Name Is Death short poem

THE GIRL WHOSE NAME IS DEATH / BEYOND THE BARRIER OF SPACE, TIME, AND LEEDS In the Shopping Mall beneath enclosed skies I sit with my girl of the night-dark eyes, while half a world, and a culture away is

A Glimpse Of Hell!

A Glimpse Of Hell! long poem

Hell is a compartment inside the earth where a person’s soul goes to after they die. It’s a place of punishment for our rebellion against God Punished with everlasting destruction and shut out from the presence of the Lord And

Had Been

Had Been short poem

The most wanted moon was writhing in black sky, after a star fell for a pebble. The nymph had become a golden nugget in east. Sun was rising. Guilt of burning the sea was writ large on the face of

When In Love

When In Love short poem

When in love every moment is worth more than rubies & diamonds, Moments converged to memories, those that never easily fades nor ends. When in love every smile is sweet, sweeter than cherries & chocolates, Smiles lasting miles, those that

Walking On The Road Ahead

Walking On The Road Ahead prose poem

They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They

Love

Love short poem

When her emptiness was lost in the silence of his absence, she demanded he’d fill her womb. He panicked. Turned to work. She to another man.

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?

The Fifth Element

The Fifth Element short poem

She glides through air, though she is claimed by everything and everyone. Mind and matter are hers, for she is their fount. She has no name, but every name begins with and ends into her… She’s lighter than light itself,

I Reside In You

I Reside In You short poem

I live in the pulse of the universe, I connect through the nerves of the dark matter, I may be invisible to you, but I reside in you. In eros you find me, In thanatos you deprive me, In changing

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

To Her

To Her long poem

To her I loved a girl but, I guess, I was afraid to spill it out. Like a hot cake on sale She was up for grabs Physically not so stout, I bet I wasn’t her type A, little icing

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Pleasant Timing

Pleasant Timing short poem

The silent moment of an hour, The rustle of cool breeze round the ear, Commemorating the past, Escorts a smile on the face with joy bubbling in the Heart… Tests of fears and success, Bulbous all over the head, Spawning

Woman

Woman short poem

allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of

Signs Of Wounds

Signs Of Wounds short poem

Signs of wounds Her house is there on a circus And there my heart and head in fuss In winter boiled eggs I enjoy In summer sweet curd supplies a boy My longing is only to see her Pretences movement

The Old Lady

The Old Lady short poem

Walking down the street for a lively walk Saw a pair of eyes which wanted to talk The teary eyes and the gloomy face Asking help for heaven’s sake..! No!It’s not just water from the eyes. It’s a pearl that

Leave him be

Leave him be short poem

Bleak is the light that shone once on horizon it is dusk again before it could be dawn he took the flight thinking love would heal flew too close to sun had not read the fable of Icarus perhaps now

My Smiling Buddha

My Smiling Buddha short poem

In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An

The City Sleeps…

The City Sleeps… short poem

They say, “You miss someone when you lose that one”; I’ve lost some electricity this morning, and I already miss my hot shower. The washing machine just forgot her daily round, while the purifier has peed not in his earthen

Special You

Special You ballad

I had always wondered why the sun rose in a distance and pondered if I will ever have a son I always stood far away wishing I was closer, not just a poser, why I chased and wanted a girl

Blush Of Purity

Blush Of Purity short poem

White is so pure and powerful, A blemish on it mars The beauty of its radiance, It is beauty of insignificant’s significance, A Blooming tiny flower, Clouds in sensuous blue sky, Foam bubbles in ripples of enticing ocean, A wild

Lost Within Your Sea

Lost Within Your Sea short poem

Ahoy, Do your stories hold true Your creaks They play in my ear So many lost within your sea Believing in you My passion runs high To see the horizon Ahoy, or land ahead Together we sail onward Seeking lost

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.