Reader Poems

Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?

Beautifully romantic, Musically inclined, You are so poetic, Totally undefined. Your thoughts are so deep, Words you use are very unique, Your rhyming of words are like music to keep, A composition that gains a positive critique. The words you

A word amidst verses, Coming to life briefly When the reader leases His mind and time solely. That moment of glory, Is transient like you; An unknown for many Very common for few. Alone it’s no meaning, A tale not

Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote That readers read and clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their money and time for this rowboat. The mind that reads it will surely vote Their success that is sure to roam

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Writing may be a passion for me Reading the same may not interest him I do hope he appreciates my write ups But what if he doesn’t even look at my write ? Write ups satisfying self is like eating

Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also

Chew Lawrence would disclaim that his first collection is a body of metaphysical poetry, yet his poems are metaphysical in that they pose questions about the fundamental nature of reality and posits the poet’s tentative answers concerning it. Unlike the

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary

About the book My Life and My Songs, which contains 75 English poems in very simple and lucid language, is published after my previous book ‘My Life and poetry’ – that had been admired by poetry lovers. This book intends

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And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

Comprehensive to common minds yet impressive. Creative writing demands appreciating. His composition is his recognition. Unknown to this world his designation. Nor noted he’s deserted. Exiled deep in oceans of literature, Get him a defibrillator. Too less like him left,

Well if you think I’m cute and charming TELL ME… Don’t be shy, look me in the eyes and just TELL ME… Don’t be afraid to say what’s on your mind, you Just might be surprised, if you think I

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few

You could be my husband, I could be your wife. Could do things for one another, which our significant other, finds so out of sight. You could play the guitar, or dance for me. I would be put in a

Well and You’re Crazy if you think I’m gonna let you bring me down again, if you think you can just come back into my life after being gone so long and expect me to take you back just like

Do you envision a creeping fear climbing the minaret to reach the moon? A debate has started between believers and non-believers. Why not he who lives in eternal emptiness climbs down and settles the dispute of hymns in the scortching

I live…..wanting to see the world …through your eyes; To see the colors swirling around us, to see what you saw…. I follow your eyes,as you told me things… …the mystery and You… Your eyes are my mirror, of what

Walking the white, white sand and watching the sunset makes me feel so sad that you’re not here with me to share what all the other lovers are sharing intimately well it leaves me feeling crazy over lonely in the

The waters have calmed. The kayak slips by, while the warm breeze blows light. The loon eerily sounds it is near. Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream. The sunset throws an orange purple light over it all, the fish jump

This crazy condition that time is going backwards then flying forwards No time for me to live in the present The moment of power, assertion, and revelation I stop to catch my breath always rushing in turmoil The present can

Having weaved the journey of life with my dreams I loitered all the way baffled and unsettled The depth of happiness and agony I could not measure Bearing with the sweetest and the bitterest outcomes With tears and smiles both

They breezed past as air of life, Never ever to return I didn’t realise! ‘Moments’ that shaped my today, Experiences that enriched my way A fleeting childhood with siblings, A sidelong path to discover things, A raucous time trying to

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many

When i have fears of tomorrow When i am clothed of tears and sorrow And see the void of this forever toil And strengths and time and seeds in the soil This one soil that swallows our loves This one

So, You want yourself to be respected? Have you seen your face, It has got two large eyes And a nose which at times they compare to a beatel leaf, Complexion of a glowing sun and skin that of melting

The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually

Look into my eyes when you’re close to me: I want to lose myself in deeper waters than the sea, To drown me in heavens more distant as the farthest star, To feel that finding myself is not something impossible!

I leave the house in a hurry Hope will be in time to avoid Boss’ fury I shudder to hear “Late again ? you dirty Start the Car in a jiffy Cover little distance freely Apply brake suddenly Traffic has

The day I lost my very first tooth, I was half way through grade four, I’d run my tongue along the gap, Where my tooth had been before. I remember I went home crying, And showed it to my mum,

let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of

I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best. Nor do I remember whether she liked it with cream and sugar. But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact, That she

The sun embraced me with his long hands he tenderly touched my face with his soft fingers. it was so special for me to open my eyes, I looked out through my window there on the floor, my friend was

When taking a line of action, important is to discuss, decide, understand and realize everything that is going on in the mind at the present moment in time. Most importantly over a period of time, present will become a thing