Sherman Alexie Poems

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You Don’t

You Dont prose poem

I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.

Poems containing references to : Sherman Alexie

Ancient Love Story

Ancient Love Story prose poem

At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves

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Motivation In Charges

Motivation In Charges short poem

Charges, a poignant word brimmed with an electric power. that possesses a bitter venom with a dual quality that makes one pessimistic and the other optimistic who deems charges as challenges towards an indelible fame. Yes, the same charges in

Being A Mother

Being A Mother long poem

Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That

If Tomorrow Never Comes

If Tomorrow Never Comes short poem

If tomorrow never comes for me, I want you to know that we sat on the constellations and watched Aquarius Serve the stars with a bowl of the fountain of youth and forever They lit our faces while Cygnus collected

Spinning

Spinning short poem

Waiting for a prickly path at crossroads, where desolation sits in between words and flesh. Hanging shells on windows where light immigrated to prophecies of Buddha.The violence will never end. Can you find some space between the bullets? Between the

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

This Is Now

This Is Now long poem

Well this could be the Renaissance or This Could Be Now… a circle dance in the hour of the Northern Mockingbird… Venus in Pisces by chance…a wild and crazy romance serenaded by sweetest sonnets ever sung… enchanted by fragrances of

Fragile Identity

Fragile Identity short poem

A blossom plant From distant yard Whispered in grief To the flies around : Would you love With same delight When I grow Gray from green? A Sparrow, chirps With perplexed gaze, From profound pride To none but air In

Certitude

Certitude prose poem

She beamed melancholy Her darkness a beacon, My eyes captivated By the tilt of her smile. Skin of scars begging To ease, save, steal, To rebuild upon her stars, If she’d have me. In letters, then laughter She came willingly,

Heaven And Earth

Heaven And Earth short poem

Temple in heaven above the clouds Devastatingly lonely as if in snow shrouds Yearns for earth’s warm love and sweet emotions Temple on earth in the midst of cities Humanity, chanting and incense Longing for heaven Angels in heaven a

Bubble

Bubble short poem

we were one when together whole complete eye gazing until the wee hours of the morning no sleep just happy hearts beating together longing to be with him ache in my heart living 10 minutes away but worlds apart both

Moon Struck…

Moon Struck... short poem

I have put the darkness behind the burning flesh. This world was not very open. Stoically I lift the nameless grief and take a leap in the blind shaft. Morality had always been in contrast with enormous guilt. The adventure

Destined To Fly

Destined To Fly ballad

Photo by Anemone Jones This heartache consumes me; I have nothing left to give I plead with my soul to forget and forgive Love’s journey has ended, how can that be Hearts once tethered are now set free As the

Seasons Of Life

Seasons Of Life short poem

The cold wind blew, dry leaves fell rain poured in torrents, washed off the trace of the past. Lightening struck ablaze, darkness died.. A storm still broke out, the chains of bondage cracked…. Thunder struck aloud, leaving the past dead..

Dance With Me

Dance With Me prose poem

Dance with me when there is light Dance with me when there is music And dance with me when I am in love Your hands melt like silk on red hot sand But I a mere wanderer in love with

If A Pillow Could Talk

If A Pillow Could Talk ballad

If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am. If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.

A Great Poetess

A Great Poetess long poem

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland short poem

The snow has been falling for days. It’s the holiday season. Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night. It is finally here you can hardly wait… You walk outside and there is it, like walking

Eve Speaks

Eve Speaks short poem

Although just one snake is well known in that so-called paradise, actually there were tons of them. When we ran away, I was never so happy. My feet no longer touching swarms of mushy poison. Fruit smelled to high heaven

I Dream

I Dream short poem

Sleep peacefully in the lap of mother nature, Breathe fresh air and walk carefree, Hear the sound of leaves beneath my feet, Feel the raindrops on my face – And smell the wet earth, Fly with the birds, spread my

Beyond Death

Beyond Death short poem

Beyond Death we cannot think Under the Bridge we go blind Not thinking I reach out my hand Until His hand takes mine. I’ll go through Life hopeful Thoughtless of things I will say Little known places, people, ideas Shaken

Have You Ever Travelled By Train?

Have You Ever Travelled By Train? short poem

Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.

Who Was Faithful?

Who Was Faithful? short poem

That yellow moon haunts me again and overleaps my sleep. I do not dare to walk in the graves of your eyes. The palace has broken. Mere suffering was not sufficient. You have to wince with pain for a crucified

We Will Scream Together

We Will Scream Together short poem

Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes he left the gray area, surging with a wandering death on the half broken stairs – before a closed gate was put on the pages, he was trembling like toothed quaking aspen. The

Futurity

Futurity short poem

The show is on. Sedition will play with death now. Deceitful black knives, white gloves. No hope, battle lines are drawn. The wasps are whirring at a furious speed stings ready to inject venom. Bronzed body, huge turbaned skull. Eyes

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Plight of Life

Plight of Life short poem

When I look into life When I look back Memories haunt me When I look ahead Dreams seem untrue Sideways seem so narrow Stuck is my breath Stuck is my life My integrity Oh life in your clutches!

Mountain Wellhead

Mountain Wellhead prose poem

This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at

Splitting

Splitting short poem

Touched by moon, I pick up a black rose, to return the debt. Very high the fire, returns in my eyes. I start burning in your arms. The parting, crawls in the bed I cannot speak nor cry. Why it

Give A Lift

Give A Lift prose poem

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

The Truth

The Truth long poem

How do I face the truth I know. You just sit here and act like I don’t. I know all the lies, hidden deep within those eyes. A future as uncertain as the river runs. A handful of pain still

My Adorable Mother

My Adorable Mother ode

To my sweet and lovely mamma with greatest love and respect. My mother is a lady of strong convictions, She loves unity condemns fractions. She is a talented lady of diverse arts,she has a good command on her mother-tongue,and Knows

Revery Of Her Soul

Revery Of Her Soul long poem

The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet

Silent Cry

Silent Cry short poem

Its not new to the world, Its rather the most cold, Rage, urge and need, With all insane greed. She was there tired and weak, Too tired to speak. She didn’t know wat just happened, Now the known voices is

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

Chess

Chess short poem

The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,

Save the tiger

Save the tiger short poem

Only so many tigers Left in the wild— Donate generously To ‘Save the Tiger’ Ran a television commercial! The commercial Was not being telecast… Once in a while— It was appearing Every other minute That too, not in just one

Art Of Love

Art Of Love prose poem

This time you would receive the two things from others. Violence or grace. Jealousy to your success, And grace to your failure. So, you should not be sad. Survival is meaningless without grace. Believe me, You are the king or

Into Your Kingdom Of Love

Into Your Kingdom Of Love ode

Which time is better? Which season is better? Which companion is better? Which age is better? Were some of my thoughts as…… I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders cautiously walking in my garden so that innocence is not