Puzzled Poems

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The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few

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Now Cupid, once, he made a fool of me

Now Cupid, once, he made a fool of me sonnet poems

NOW Cupid, once, he made a fool of me, He struck me with his wayward, golden dart; And all at once I felt sweet agony, Just like a glowing ember in my heart. I heard a voice; then something caught

Why Is The Grass Red?

Why Is The Grass Red? short poem

“Why don’t we go to the park, father,” Asked the little boy, slipping his little palm into his father’s, “Like we used to every day Till a month back?” “Why don’t we walk around the park, father,” He asked, tugging

Grasshopper And A Snake

Grasshopper And A Snake short poem

Grasshopper basking in the warmth of the sun Upon a rock. Slithering through a maze of alpine wildflowers looking for a likely sized creature to capture and feast upon saphonsifying her hunger. After secretly searching for near a mile Snake

Paper Hearts.

Paper Hearts. short poem

Words are little paper hearts, Sometimes shot from a cupid’s bow, That evoke many emotions, Echoing in the mind, Twisting all chords, Leaving one puzzled, At the feelings mere words can yield. They can make love, Bind you together in

Striving For Relief

Striving For Relief prose poem

We sat there in silence listening to the sound of each others broken heart beat. We did not look each other in the eye at least once. We did not touch. We simply just tasted our tears. We released our

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil prose poem

After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy

The Wonder World Of Nature!

The Wonder World Of Nature! prose poem

I had a morning class today, but it had slipped my mind that it was from 8 o’clock rather than 7, I know why it happened… Thinking what to do next, thought of waiting in the department… But, it was

Collateral

Collateral short poem

When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered moon goes into a rage. Hungry vultures start a wait for the fall of a titan, stimulating the sun to exhibit the trove of the golden

Conglomeration Of Two Souls

Conglomeration Of Two Souls short poem

Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non

The Puzzling Man

The Puzzling Man prose poem

What are you thinking, my love? Are you thinking of me? Are you thinking of our memories spent and shared, of more to come? Why are you so confusing and yet so marvelous at the same time? If only I

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That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

The Nurturing Knife

The Nurturing Knife short poem

After my final curtain call when the stage lights dim, what will life hold to see, at the end of my show when the ink has dried, what will become of me? Clutching crumbling pen between trembling fingers of a

Flow

Flow prose poem

… those nights, clear nights when I’m afraid that I’ll cut my flight on the brightest star and the wings of my thoughts will be burned on the pyre of forgetfulness of self before reaching the union of end with

I Too Wanna Live…

I Too Wanna Live... short poem

I too wanna live… I’m tired of eyes that look but don’t see They pierce remembering the undressed me Numerous stares taunt my erased purity But they don’t see the soul of me. A painful experience I’ve locked up inside

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse short poem

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

A Message For Love

A Message For Love short poem

Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our

A Sad Collection Of Almost

A Sad Collection Of Almost short poem

Strolling in the pavement of almosts, You stopped in your tracks And watched how you can never cross the highway of success The cold gust of reality pierced your skin While you stood there recalling all the “nice try’s” from

Their Reward

Their Reward elegy

Smoke billows and mingling with the dust rises, a solid choking mass that coats with dirty grey the shapes that lie so still. The silence, broken only by a tearful moan, uneasy on the waiting ears of those who stand

Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

Peculiar

Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out

God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God loves us, He loves us because we are Made in His holy image, claimed and called By the God of the world and all of the universe Made to love God and to follow and trust Him To believe

Stoned

Stoned short poem

It was a midnight knock. A cloud laden sky had sent a message. The moon was trembling like a collateral pain in the blue. I had not slept the night, if I could bleed. A toddler had drowned head-on in

Explode In Me!

Explode In Me! short poem

Confide in me Escape in me What you have been wanting to say for so long … Explode in me! I will be your tinted glass I will be your wall of stone I will not break nor let it

My Black

My Black short poem

My black bleeds the same color red my black breaths the same air my black causes death instead of life. My black should live loud and free my black is me. my black loves you my black loves are true.

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .

Angel Forever

Angel Forever short poem

I wonder… When I look at an empty street… When I look at an empty home… When I look at your empty chair… In a war, how can everything be fair? I look at our young son, He’s just started

The Countryside

The Countryside long poem

Along the roads of highway one Shines the bright summer sun With the sky as blue as the seas And the land full of rich green trees Birds flying through the air Fruits and vegetables grow everywhere In all directions

Bit By Bit

Bit By Bit short poem

Graze it, raze it or erase it, Memory eternally frays it, Past floods me full again, Of matters of loss and pain Webs of certain and uncertain, Entangle to ascertain, Darkness crowds me alone, In a moment I must have

All Alone I Walk

All Alone I Walk short poem

All alone I walk in the dungeons carved inside my mind by misery, and trails of dried tears run deep, leaving behind the sultry nights, thinking! Craving the deceptive self to ignore desolation, I wander in the deserts where mystery

The Mystery Of Love

The Mystery Of Love short poem

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

A Glowing Cloud Cover

A Glowing Cloud Cover short poem

Frightening rain clouds on the Eastern skyline are aglow, infused with a coppery color caused by the protruding angle of the sun. This coppery infusion has a message: Nature has taken control of this reflective wilderness evening. Displaying a bond

Pain Or Rain?

Pain Or Rain? short poem

That was the first beautiful rain in my life. I saw her in the drizzling rain. My heart pounded within my wet clothes. She never came again; Except the rain that comes regularly. That was the last beautiful rain in

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

Materialism

Materialism short poem

When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some

Reminiscing

Reminiscing short poem

I think of you When I pass by the roads we drove on. Times when we’d be out till the break of dawn. I remember you When it rains and how we’d get wet together. We both used to look

The Irony Called Life

The Irony Called Life short poem prose poem

This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand, I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand, She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw

The Child… The Teacher… The Guide

The Child... The Teacher... The Guide long poem

Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been