Shriveled Poems

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You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain   Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

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The Candid Mirror

The Candid Mirror short poem

I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

Echo

Echo short poem

He refused to yield, and the stars were burning hot. Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding. His white, shriveled hands held the center of gravity. Obsessively he anchored himself in the muddled egos and bleeding knives. Somebody was

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Landon

Landon long poem

Well and now you are somewhere on the Highway to Heaven or in the golden fields that Never need a plowing, either way, you should Be a saint by now ‘cuz you were an angel When you were alive, you

Ninth Symphony

Ninth Symphony short poem

A scented moon caves in on a tree top and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud, It is good to be friendless sometimes. Me and homecoming become synonymous. We are ruined by familiar paths. The mist deepens. Not reaching

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

A blooming bud you are A beautiful flower in the becoming There is a spark in your eyes A friendly gesture in your smile The days of interaction that we have had I have learnt a lot from you as

Deep Down

Deep Down short poem

I don’t know how it would be Down there deep inside a womb. Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet There amidst all the hustle and bustle A ball, consisting of water and flesh Starts to grow Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware Swimming

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity long poem

Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

My Dear Teacher

My Dear Teacher short poem

My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am

The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life prose poem

The journey if it begins Is a long one. Spanning into days and years. Would you be able to bear With me for so long? Would you be able to wake up To the steady degradation of me? Every day,

Cleopatra

Cleopatra short poem

Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands

Find Yourself!

Find Yourself! long poem

There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an

Fly – Flight – An Ode To Birds

Fly   Flight   An Ode To Birds long poem

Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable

Change

Change ode

“To change and let change” is the only color of life. Everything seems so strange except the impeccable truth in strife. Who needs and what is needed to change”? To gear yourself up in a climate, utterly out of range.

Lonely World

Lonely World prose poem

The fragility and passion that emits blood as viscous and crimson as the hue and cry of her inhabitants… The sad, tormented and sorrowful soul of this groaning entity of life and death with her terminal sickness… That hangs, suspended…and

Too Incredible

Too Incredible short poem

It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded

The Return

The Return short poem

Caught up in chores dreary beset with tedium mundane In a state devoid of passion caught in all trivialities inane Sapped of most evident ardor whilst trying to just sustain Endeavors notwithstanding but balance couldn’t maintain Removed from indulgences I

Isle of Dead Souls

Isle of Dead Souls short poem

Eyes as hard as the hardest stone. Inscrutable, hide within secrets galore. The face, the same. But them hands, they lie. On a bed of lies her mind still rests, Waiting for a kick. Dystopia all around her. Or so,

The Knife Set/sets

The Knife Set/sets long poem

I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which

Mourning Band

Mourning Band short poem

The descent starts with a dance, of tears and fire. A culture of lids lowers the salt, the silver, the gems. Antithesis to cremate a golden ascent. The night long vigil had a naked puff. It will roll now in

I Am You

I Am You short poem

Ask yourself, Who am I, Then when you’ve tried effortlessly hard You’ll get a positive reply. Like, I am the last king of the universe, Which is an enormous lie, But you still see it as the truth, Even though

The Hearth Of My Heart

The Hearth Of My Heart elegy

I saw the coffin of my daughter leave, Ashen faced and pale darkened lips, Her heart was dead and body cold, Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen. Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe

The Trickster

The Trickster elegy

O life, O beautiful lie; Blinding light, release me from your tight embrace, For even the light deceives us, leads us of its own vices Under the guise of splendour and the veil of grace. I have broken down, and

Mental War

Mental War short poem

Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down. With my mental illness its a showdown. Im having a meltdown. I try to breakout of a breakdown. But it gets worse i freak out. It gets too much i black

Distant

Distant short poem

You brought me to this world You fed me when I was not able to eat on my own You helped me to walk, you helped me to grow You are the one who is responsible for my existence, my

A Thousand Colors

A Thousand Colors short poem

A thousand colors of heed, A thousand colors of need, A thousand words of greed, A thousand words to deed, A thousand days to waste, A thousand days to grace, A thousand reasons to wry, A thousand reasons to fly,

Chasing The Shadow

Chasing The Shadow short poem

Drowned in unclogged arteries: thoughts. I am going to release a swarm of bees. It was your dark hour. A father sits outside your body to collect the stings. A restive finger on a blue gun invites the ghosts to

Two Artists

Two Artists short poem

my daughter when I die at the moment of my death I will cease to be a gemstone wrapped in layers of pastry baked for a lifetime to have those brittle sediments crushed then scattered into the invisible wind of

Alone

Alone short poem

Walking on the sand No one around My feet move forward Stuck to the ground Never will I wade Never will I swim For I will fade Against my own whim No soul to complete me No one to trust

You Can’t Steal A Man’s Thunder

You Can’t Steal A Man’s Thunder long poem

Did I ever tell you of that time I watched You skinny dipping in Wauconda bay… The moon was full and bright, nothing was Hidden outta sight…I swore someday Somehow in this lifetime I would make You mine… Well and

The Lost Soldier

The Lost Soldier long poem

The lost soldier; He used to be a family’s shoulder Things happened that made him colder And act like a boulder Looking older Than his age Caused by rage And the many phases And stages Of his life The many

Awakening

Awakening short poem

My wife gasps in pain there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median traffic is lurching the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon Thanksgiving is tomorrow we have to turn time into distance the car

Sarcastic

Sarcastic short poem

Rose appears rosy when accepted by a Beauty Rose becomes thorny when rejected by beauty Mind is in upbeat when one gives respect Mind is disturbed when got snubbed ones mind when pure makes other feel secure One whose nature

Memory Lane

Memory Lane prose poem

I remember the days past, the years past they all passed so fast as I take a walk on memory lane my mind remembers the rains, the pains and the gains and it places a strain on my brain because

What Harm Is There In A Thorn?

What Harm Is There In A Thorn? long poem

Racism is a poisoned thorn that is imbedded in the heart of America. At first glance, it appears the thorn is merely a sliver creating a small amount of—discomfort but not really a wound worth considering after all, it will

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m