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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It Rains To Wash

It Rains To Wash short poem

It rains again Though, it rains awful, For 24 hours plus it rains, No break like an acoustic teacher! It rains again But now in a period, When people a in blank, In a situation of pity. It rains again

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you

Love Sonnet 170

Love Sonnet 170 sonnet poems

I have figured what is eternity, In longing, and boring hours of a day, Eternity could be anxiety, In half-second before a kiss would lay; Could love be measured in eternities? Does love subtract from life for lack of it?

In Her Mind I Remain

In Her Mind I Remain short poem

Images about me- still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for. Every minute of her life she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my

Ladies Football

Ladies Football short poem

During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she

Mosaic

Mosaic short poem

Snippets of truth come to you, when you chase the anger and set yourself on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy rages after the defiance. You are no longer bleeding gold. A windowless home for the defiled, waits

Expensive Reality

Expensive Reality short poem

I broke a glass and the shards of destruction were more beautiful than any diamond I had ever seen. I had seen this beauty in the wreckage and I found myself staring, awestruck and perplexed at how something so ordinarily

That Girl

That Girl short poem

Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair

Process

Process short poem

Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first

The prayer of a leader

The prayer of a leader long poem

The power that is with me Is not of my decision And the fame given me Is not of my choice Man have done wrong Betrayed and denied with purpose Killed and have killed more Murdered souls out of greed

Overdoses

Overdoses long poem

If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know

One Planet Many Worlds.

One Planet Many Worlds. prose poem

Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home. None of us, however, live in the same world. The worlds we live in are as varied as the people that inhabit them.

Mirror

Mirror long poem

Err’ Morning I wake, I always look forward to seeing your face, ‘cuz in your eye, I see… I see how rough or smooth my night was. How do I know that? You’re always by my side I go to

Promise Me Tomorrow

Promise Me Tomorrow short poem

“Can you promise me tomorrow?” I heard the little girl say. My life has been filled with so much pain and sorrow. My Mommy and Daddy both passed away when I was three And now there’s no one left but

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers short poem

She knows That he knows That she knows He watches her! His silent eyes With a tip-off arrogance Makes him one of a kind. Her soothing smile With a pinch of grieve Sticks her out in a mile. A vain

Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose, has set my desire for her to the skies But I am unable to make out whether she is in Love with me She walked past me like a cool breeze

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes?

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes? long poem

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

A Cracked Visit

A Cracked Visit short poem

The other sex was stapled, I started unfolding the secret: what was static and who was silent. I searched, therefore I was lost before the end of journey. The stench of grafting was taking over. The incendiary recce was carried

Wish

Wish elegy

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

The Music In Silence

The Music In Silence short poem

Wandering through the village orchard When the evening amber light is spread I could hear the music of nature When the breeze from nowhere intruded. The music band follows the breeze With a concert of the cricket shrill The pitter

Can I Unmask?

Can I Unmask? short poem

Being a girl, what is it like? No! You can’t be out late, you can’t ride a bike Don’t party hard, keep the boys at bay You have all the freedom, they say… But, why then are our choices already

Wrangell – St. Elias

Wrangell   St. Elias short poem

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

A Second Chance

A Second Chance long poem

Time drifted us, Love lost its charm, Self replaced ‘together’, Ego took over command, The bygone torments its very existence, Wish we could give it a second chance. A magical world surrounds, Mysterious yet beautiful A castle we build, of

Come to me – ever familiar..

Come to me   ever familiar.. short poem

Come to me as a stranger who is evermore familiar, as a face in our dream that we long to touch, as a voice in our heads that we have forever waiter for, come to me as a stranger, my

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

Imperfect Present

Imperfect Present short poem

Priests of cave temple go to sleep. Street urchins drink the thinner, eat nail polish, crushed lizard for a kick and then go without food for three days. The valley burns. Of what consequence? Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed

Uprising

Uprising short poem

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The

Fixation

Fixation long poem

Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that

Four

Four short poem

Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There

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

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Creativity Elevated:

Creativity Elevated: short poem

To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic

Tarnished Nights

Tarnished Nights short poem

Though you’re laughing and dancing, in front of the looking glass, deaf ears can’t hear your whispering, I’m emanating your sadness. Lure them with my elder names while you’re seeking the cradle. Spin, spin around, live the dreams, be drunk,

Strange Dream

Strange Dream ballad

I had a dream when I was asleep. I dreamt of a land beyond the sea, Where the light all hides beneath the darkness; And one cannot manage to see. And in that land there was loneliness, And in my

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For