Regenerate Poems

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The Mirror

The Mirror short poem

You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your

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A Promethean Poem

A Promethean Poem short poem

I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,

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To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

2015

2015 short poem

2014 brought me in a different awesome ride, I discovered things around me and found my unbelievable side. I became fiercer and wiser than ever before, Shown everything up when I opened my old yellow door. Love wasn’t realized at

The Coldest Yet

The Coldest Yet short poem

That’s the coldest yet, the words on my father’s lips, each night from October to spring, as he stood at the back door shaking the East Belfast rain off his coat, and stamping the mud off his Shipyard boots, before

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Yes, Universal Rules Exist

Yes, Universal Rules Exist short poem

Though life exists but death is sure Is called Universal Fact Going against nature is followed by calamities is called Universal Act Nature deals tactfully with those not abiding by its rules is called Universal Tact Mankind, therefore,needs to Abide

Breaking The Rules

Breaking The Rules short poem

Graveyard of stillbirths. I am walking on severed legs. She was pushed off a moving train. Could not be raped. No I don’t see any sickly aberration. It was ossification of stunted intellect. Who was desperate to exit the hazy

What The Fly Saw

What The Fly Saw short poem

Of a sudden, I am alive It came, the curse, it’s me the Fly Realization Of my Sisyphisian plight To search To yearn To fly Ţo die Is it compulsion that drives me or is it a mission from God.

I Earned The Wrath Of The Cat

I Earned The Wrath Of The Cat short poem

I went for a morning stroll There were also other walkers in the park who came for walk for a better health control Little earlier the Sun had drove away the dark Glittering was the early morning Sunlight Taking sunbath

Failure

Failure short poem

I saw it as you might see an accident – you’ve saved up all your life for a trip to France not going to Paris but up in Brittany where the family came from long ago never dreaming they’d turn

Mother Dear

Mother Dear short poem

She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

Tonight

Tonight short poem

Tonight I’ll drink, I’ll drink tonight to the New Year, to the new “might”, to those who crushed my dreams and flight, to all my hopes that suffered blight. I raise the glass to the New Year, for the new

Out

Out short poem

Do something different Camp out The regular routine Throw it out Evil and bad intentions you can Do without The weak and the helpless are Crying out While the good and the merciful are Dying out Beggars with empty hands

Sucking Blatantly

Sucking Blatantly short poem

This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come

Cold Lost World

Cold Lost World long poem

I hope it will all change eventually Or Maybe it’s just me Maybe I see things differently Or maybe it’s the truth you’re scared to see We are living in a world so cold and lost You must freeze your

A Reason To Smile

A Reason To Smile short poem

Hold that smile for a second more, For it has its reason to be there, Unlike some forgotten lore, It was not just a sheer chance That carved in that spot of joy. Let it feel the expanse of your

Blessed

Blessed short poem

Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you

English Cowboy

English Cowboy short poem

I see a Cowboy walking down the street… He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been. He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him. If I bought

Those Days

Those Days short poem

How can i forget, Those days which, I’ve spent with you… Those useless topics, Over which we, Had debated… Those smiles which, We had shared, Over stupid jokes… That love which, We had exchanged, Over this small time… How can

A Vintage Friend

A Vintage Friend prose poem

Forget me not, my vintage friend, though life in me takes flight. I’m with you now and always, though far and out of sight. Remember all the best of times and love that we both shared, and let those memories

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Million Men—one Woman

Million Men—one Woman short poem

I have discovered a new religion—a religion that would bring a million of the world’s strongest men to their knees. I was fighting a battle against a million warlords, but when my queen arrived, I put down my sword. Why

The Words

The Words long poem

The words that come out of my mouth Can see nothing and just go south Far from the world I fight to save the truth Going to find the life That once escaped from me I find it hard to

Love Pains

Love Pains english poems

It pains my heart to say this verse That the love that brought joy in life Turns to a nightmare that stays still Every time when tries to forget this pain I get reminded of what I have lost The

I Wish You Were Mine Forever

I Wish You Were Mine Forever long poem

I wish You Were Mine Forever You are my one and only joyful partner whom I love so deeply and is my life-line as long as I live I will long for you only therefore I wish that forever you

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

Here I Stand

Here I Stand short poem

Here I stand, on the land where you wish me to dig my own grave with few seeds in my clenched fists hiding them from your glance Watching you write on my gravestone a name you gave me, ‘Frailty’, though

Ever Lasting Memory

Ever Lasting Memory english poems

This day you left this world that day I am experiencing hell without you ever since like a Torn kite flying aimless like thick dark clouds hovering creating darkness in noon like Waves over the sea rising to the skies

Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower)

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower) short poem

In early spring, The Indian Paintbrush, A lush plant, Begins appearing in every color of the spectrum. Continually blooming throughout the summer, Across Dad’s trap-line. The spectrum of colors, Indicate the different minerals that are found in the soil. The

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I love your confidence & your style. I love the way you gaze me & smile. I love your lips when they touches me for a while & also your shining little Chinese eyes. I love you when you say

Him…

Him... prose poem

It was dark and scary, it was so weird to have the thing so close, so near. I see it all the time, but it’s never this close, it stole all my hope. It’s dark and scary, it’s big and

One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight In this harsh winter away from home As fainted stars hung in dreary sight With all but gloom as he stood alone The eerie silence of the winds That gently blew the resting

Pursuit Of Love

Pursuit Of Love long poem

Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,

A New Beginning

A New Beginning short poem

Say goodbye to the way things used to be, nothing ever stays the same and time is ever fleeting as our seasons change… so say goodbye to yesterday and all those lost hours that somehow have slipped away, nothing never

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring

Lax

Lax prose poem

i get tired of the people red yellow black white you are precious but not mine i dont know the people you’re young are you married you’re old is there passion what is your preferred toothpaste rich or poor, can