Revive Poems

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Revive

Revive sonnet poems

revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored

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Happy Joy

Happy Joy short poem

Where is all the happy joy, I had as girl, you had as a boy. The type that you got when you played with a toy, It’s all in office, the work place the bottle, If you don’t soon revive

Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored

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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Tavern Turn

Tavern Turn short poem

A tavern Simple-complex, happy-low, A water hole full of regulars Heartbroken, shy or smitten Wealthy or wily smugglers. A rustic smoking a cigar, Passing colloquial remarks, A skillful pianist playing, A journey an artist embarks. A wanderer at heart, I

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I

Noah’s Rain

Noahs Rain short poem

They said, “Never!”, as Noah announced the incredulous. Noah said, “It’s going to rain”, to all who would listen They shouted in unison, “Never has it been, nor ever shall it be! Water comes from creeks, ponds, rivers, and from

Atmosphere

Atmosphere short poem

I gotta keep going , even if I can’t stay on that one road I will go on and on So even if I am wrong I have people around me that push me back there On my way to

Gods And Demons

Gods And Demons short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Oh No Not Again

Oh No Not Again long poem

Here we go again trying to revive something That has long since been dead and somebody Said I see red well and here we go again Going around and around again… Oh and I feel a strange change from the

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

Let Me Fly

Let Me Fly short poem

Don’t tie me down… I’m afraid I’d get smothered. Don’t hold me back… I’m afraid I’d never revive. Don’t chain me with unseen shackles… I’m afraid my soul would shriek in pain. Don’t slay my wings… I’m afraid my dreams

Salvage Vows

Salvage Vows short poem

The sea claims, here you are at my door. Leave behind the bustling streets. Walk up to me, pardon my storminess. Bury your feet in my sand and close your eyes. I shall salve you of endless perplexity and unrest.

Kauravarti’s Curse- A Piece Of Life

Kauravartis Curse  A Piece Of Life short poem

A woman approached king Asoka post the Kalinga war and lamented -“you have taken away my husband, brother and son – what reason do i have now to live for” – this influenced him I am one of those not

Be You! On Your Own!!

Be You! On Your Own!! short poem

You can see million miles away But you fail to see the inside way You show more care to be clean at outside Than purity towards your inside You can study the mind of others But you never bother to

Had It Been So

Had It Been So prose poem

Had it been so that I had the wings of fire, Or If I were a true born human, Or I were powerful even as a devil, Or had I been able to read the mind Of good and evil

Tattoo

Tattoo prose poem

Life’s a canvas, so why not body Let colors of self reflect on already Let ink on skin speak for the unspoken of you Let shades of it flow for the flawless of you And let pain of it trickle

Thoughts Of A Building

Thoughts Of A Building prose poem

You think I am dead however I am alive. I grew like livings, from a kid to fully revive. I was also born, as a piece of land. Now look at me, how big I stand. My father is an

Urchins Sweet Smiles

Urchins Sweet Smiles short poem

My strange dreams of the night. Disappeared with a bird’s wail I realised another morning bright And hoped for an exciting trail Amidst loud shouts and curses And the busy life of a modern day My empty belly threatening ulcers

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Friendship

Friendship short poem

The crowing cocks, herald the dawn, The surging sun, signals the morn, The homing birds mark the dusk, A change in every phase, so brisk. Spring sets the country in bloom’ Summer swallows dispel the gloom, Autumn leaves the trees

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

The Dream

The Dream short poem

Amidst the night, in the world so quiet Slumbered mind to take its time; Tired and weary, losing my control Into the world of endless hope; The pain and agony of my endless past Did come back to haunt me

The Infamous End

The Infamous End short poem

The fresh start I had has become another living nightmare and everywhere I look life has gone mad. Waking up every morning makes me terrified always making the run for more sleep won´t stop, won´t end my cry. Where have

Kleptomania Fingers

Kleptomania Fingers long poem

They sit on high chairs Where they wear most expensive clothes Their shoes were pointed and shining They speak like parrots and walk like peacocks They made promises which they will never fulfil They live in a hell of paradise

Me, Me, Me

Me, Me, Me long poem

Why can’t we think about others before thinking about ourselves, why should it always be Me, Me, Me…it’s a crying shame people are too self-absorbed these days to care about anything else, now I’m not saying it’s that way with

Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories short poem

Climbing trees, And the warm summer breeze. Watching bugs on the ground creep, While everyone’s asleep. Spicy village chicken curry, Living each moment without a worry, And watching ants scurry. The fragrance of fresh blooms, The clouds closing in before

Showdown In The Store

Showdown In The Store prose poem

On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the

For those in peril

For those in peril short poem

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

A Little Flower

A Little Flower short poem

A little flower is an expression, Of love and art, Unique tiny creation, Capturing every heart. Beautiful and magical, Uplifting wonderfully, In a small bouquet, A moment of untold joy. Every little flower has music, In its soul, Inviting harmony,

A Criminal’s Conscience

A Criminals Conscience short poem

His mind was cultured for vicious activities, His passion criminal perfections and dual identities, His soul lingered on malicious immoralities, His goal to torture and destroy individualities. He stood on the gateway with a loaded gun, He opened the gate

Or Are We Bots?

Or Are We Bots? prose poem

Fill out the CAPTCHA. Prove you’re not a human. There are so many stupid humans spamming the site It’s gibberish – you can tell it’s a human because they can’t write. When bots do it there is soul and calculation

Last Of The Sunlight

Last Of The Sunlight short poem

Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing

Half Full

Half Full short poem

And like broken glass The secrets intensify. The vulnerability of time. Both beautiful and sad. The sound of broken glass. Despite how beautiful the shards sparkle. Despite time. You’ll never know what’s on it’s mind. Hand to glass. The prints

Don’t Throw The Bomb

Don’t Throw The Bomb short poem

They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send

Symphony of the octave

Symphony of the octave short poem

Sun rose silently, flowers bloomed, blueness of peace prevailed ..Silence…a symphony of silence hung heavy in the morning mist! vibration-less silence awakens my sleeping soul, into the rosiness of love.. I bathe in love, in a passionate embrace of love…

Into The Woods

Into The Woods prose poem

She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for

The Beggar

The Beggar short poem

Does she have to bleed through her eyes? Does she have to cover the scars on her thighs? Does no one notice her dislocated shoulders? Does no one see her shiver as the weather turns colder? Do you look at

Creativity

Creativity short poem

The beauty of it all. Pulling something from nothing. Nurturing the created. Molding it shaping it. The song the art the science. All teased from the ether. All born into existence by consciousness. Without consciousness, there would be nothing.

Travelling To Moon

Travelling To Moon short poem

Blood and bones become qualification watching and being watched. Eyes in introspection incubation waking the black dawn. Anguished blank stares, after dispossession collapse on the hills in confusion – umpteen times. Ontogeny repeats filial love after parental loss. Monofloral we