Recluse Poems

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Recluse

Recluse short poem

Alone I sit in dark and cold, so much around,yet nothing to hold. The light beckons me Urges to see The honest feelings Spent on deceitful dealings. Stumble over a shattered dream and pain that made me scream. Missing are

Recluse

Recluse short poem

In my pursuit of glory, success, fame and bliss, I saw the path ahead torn apart in the darkest of lies, demons, deception and despair… I realized my old self crumbling; leaving a shrewder me: a fascist by choice… Yet

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Love Sonnet 221

Love Sonnet 221 sonnet poems

I’ll gladly share Dreamland with you always, Not to reserve one bit for others’ use, But make its days smolder and nights ablaze, And keep each of us as love’s recluse; We’ll shut the storm from blowing through each spring,

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dew, That drips from the cold

Self-appraisal

Self appraisal short poem

Hark! There is no saint Without days of yore And there is no sinner Without a bright future. The best appraiser is the past If wish to unlearn bad conduct And is one of the best teachers If wish to

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

Elevation

Elevation long poem

Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,

Native Land

Native Land long poem

When you are in your native land Suddenly meeting an uncertain hour of setting winter eventide in clumsy manner, When the determined darkness striding too fast Mingles with receding rays of days last sun That down over crimson void. You

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson!

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson! long poem

Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once

Diamond In The Swamp’ Pt. 3

Diamond In The Swamp Pt. 3 short poem

The sprawling mangrove forest shifted away from the giant concrete thoroughfare that has come to traverse through their murky habitation. Their host of wild mammals and their uncut barbaric lifestyle have retreated farther to their dense recluse of primitivity. New

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She

She short poem

Her heart is down, But she will rise. If it is her right, For it she’ll fight. When there’s darkness, She’ll be the light. Even in the toughest problems, She’ll wear a smile. The ones who think she is weak,

Behind The Scenes

Behind The Scenes prose poem

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all

Boarding

Boarding short poem

sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at

Dont Let Her Know

Dont Let Her Know short poem

When last night, You told goodbye, I smiled and waved, Even though inside I cried… You had to go, And I never knew, It’d be hard for me, To live or survive… ‘So don’t let her know, That I’m alone,

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

Impending Autumn

Impending Autumn long poem

Now is the season for death. A death that will bring life once again, but for that life we must die now. This is the season for love. A love that will take you further apart, but for that love,

What Asylum!

What Asylum! short poem

Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of

Doon Afternoon

Doon Afternoon short poem

Crisp eucalyptus leaves Pale green, redolent with a spicy aroma Some just shards of the palest beige A fragrant carpet underfoot With every step and every breath. Perched on the branch Of the lichee tree Rough barked Black ants tickling

Glitch.

Glitch. short poem

I’ve always prided myself in being eloquent with the English language. Present perfect tense, Present Perfect Progressive I never did get around to understanding what the present tense was Or rather, being in the present. Most of the time I

The Paper Flower

The Paper Flower short poem

I blamed my nose for not being able to smell the flowers Till that dark night in the alley when I smelled them Felt sorry for the nose, after all it did not fail me Rather I failed to make

Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

Destruction Of My Heart

Destruction Of My Heart long poem

I sometimes feel that there aren’t enough words to describe what I feel for you as if I need to create meanings for new words so I am able to do justice to what I say to you how I

Do You Have A Conscience?

Do You Have A Conscience? long poem

Do you have a conscience? Do you have some care? Do you keep some secrets, or one you cannot bare? Do you know the answer? Do you know the why? Do you think you need a simple, solid, alibi? Do

Pain Of Our Ancestors

Pain Of Our Ancestors prose poem

I take my trip to the land of black called Africa where my ancestors live and rule for thousand years. They are like a thunder and dove they never weak nor shaky always at their feet. This is the land

My Mother

My Mother short poem

I do not like my mother Not sure that I even love her Oh I have my excuse, she ignored the abuse while accusations floated above her I wish I could say it was drink, sounds much more acceptable, don’t

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

Thinking Out Loud

Thinking Out Loud short poem

All the bruises are healing.. The wind around is feeling… Deceiving the sky everyday The wind makes its way.. Just like that… I’ll fly high.. Reaching the limits.. By truthful lies. I am garrulous.. Let me speak.. I am fabulous..

Life’s Mystery

Lifes Mystery short poem

You descended Into my being Like a pixie Had mesmerized Me and bestowed Me with vivacity. You met me Mingled with Shared secrets Suddenly left Shocked and Stunned Couldn’t discern Causes of your outset! Life is a mystery We keep

Praise Poem

Praise Poem short poem

Again i hear the word in my heart falling like generous drops of peace flowing through my grateful core like honey glow of melted butter-mellow rays dancing on warm yellow flowers bursting through your smile meandering easing me comforting and

Raging Surf

Raging  Surf short poem

Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is

You And Me

You And Me short poem

There exists a special bond between you and me. We are one in body, mind and spirit. Our hearts are intertwined and where one begins, the other ends. We have weathered the storms of life together and the bond has

Ungoing

Ungoing short poem

Incredible moon tips the hallucinating tree. Lake propels the waves to limbs and strips to bank. I wear my lightning and enter into a process outside body. The night betrays and goes back to sun. There is a frame of

People In Pews

People In Pews ballad

Church bells ring The choir sings Songs of praise Ancient of days Stained glass colors Arched cross hovers His mighty power A strong high tower Wooden pews Lilly flowers Sunshine and April showers A merciful God The children applaud Before

Just Out Of Heaven

Just Out Of Heaven short poem

The light is my way I don’t wanna go, I just wanna stay So perfect, so pure The one, and only, righteous cure However, I know, for now I must leave My word of advice, never give up, always believe

Strong For Too Long

Strong For Too Long short poem

Sometimes you cry. And that’s okay. It doesn’t make you weak. It never means you’re frail. It means you’re strong… Stronger than they know. Sometimes you have to let some bad out to make room for more strength. And, my

Random Musings

Random Musings short poem

Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief

Reading Elizabeth Bishop’s Poem : Sestina

Reading Elizabeth Bishops Poem : Sestina short poem

December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,

Glass

Glass short poem

the first is touch losing touch sense of touch losing softness losing abrasions… in dark amputation… this is how it was, my mother did not die, just detached, gradually less tenuously linked to life, until there was no link… now

Hiroshima

Hiroshima short poem

Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think