Societymindset Poems

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Yes I Am Black

Yes I Am Black long poem

I was born with a face less fair, God painted me with charcoal, they said! So by now you get it, I’m black! A progeny of the slaves, a colour of destruction and evil fate! My colour became my identity

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Love Directions

Love Directions short poem

Up and down, something special happen inside of my head when I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figured out what I don’t know. Let and right this my way, close to

Glowing Moments.

Glowing Moments. short poem

I find a rainbow far away, when pain rains on me incessantly, realizing the value of life, finding joy in everything around me. Seize the day’s mirth never putting it off, knowing tomorrow is unsure, feeling unique in my way,

End Of A Year

End Of A Year prose poem

Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –

Home

Home short poem

I know you not by colour of your skin shape of your face feel of your flesh our souls have made homes in one another across passages hidden from space older than time we meet and find harbourage

Naughty Little Autistic Boy

Naughty Little Autistic Boy short poem

I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know that doing that was bad. I just wanted to know what would happen. But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty. I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off. She’s going to call

He comes…

He comes... short poem

He comes in like a buccaneer, tip toed Into her life, conquering her dreams Adding his own sweet hues and mystifying music To her silence, deadly and intrepid She wonders how each thought of his Gives her joy and brings

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

Love Made Me…….

Love Made Me....... short poem

Love is the most prominent feeling, Which brings a broken heart healing. Love made me look all around, But its shape I never ever found. Love made me blind believing the other, Never I will blame it for my dilemma

Trying to be ME

Trying to be ME short poem

“You are wrong, I am right Is this what’s its all about? Where is the love, the care? and all the lovely emotions that were there Is this all that is left in us, Questions, arguments and fights?” There I

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

My Simple Song

My Simple Song short poem

Beneath the blue sky on open lands I blow a reed a tune so simple yet very sweet With me hums the wind and each wisp of grass wafting puffs around me softly rustling leaves and swish of small weeds

A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Epitaph

Epitaph short poem

No better no worse not a sage nor a devil not a lesser man nor a man enough not a loser nor a success not a prodigy nor senile a bit depressed a bit unwell a bit dreamy a bit

Human Limits

Human Limits short poem

There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts

People Like Us

People Like Us long poem

People like us , we suffer a lot , And yet we never get to sort , The feelings inside of us , With memories making a clot , With the fear that comes from the plot , The plot

Froth

Froth short poem

Under the warmth of summery stars And old, bored ceiling fan That help the heat descend From our cemented roof Onto our old wooden bed, Let us put our past and our clothes Behind the night. Let us play the

If I Were A Book

If I Were A Book short poem

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

Four Metaphors About The Moon

Four Metaphors About The Moon prose poem

I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams

Craig De Num

Craig De Num long poem

Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen Go in op of your creatures that lurk in The shadows I know you’ve found more Monsters than the world knows and the Labyrinth of your coven remains legend Since many hundred years

Damp Earth

Damp Earth short poem

A life well lived, still leads us back Straight to old death’s door I thought he was a stranger once But, now I’m not so sure He looks so familiar now Have I seen his face before I pounded on

Stone

Stone sonnet poems

(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of

Poet’s Fear

Poets Fear short poem

Trying to write a poem about fear, The fear of a poet always feels near. We write the words we feel we should, But are our works really that good? Will those around us appreciate our poem? Or will we

Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age long poem

she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those

Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

I thought I must be crazy, Becoming too attached to someone I can never see. And it’s difficult to believe, You could become just as attached to me. Drawn to your fire, Like a moth to a flame. On and

Breathe

Breathe prose poem

Breathe. This is what our companion has instructed us to do. Yet how can we do this when she takes our breath away? She is dearer to us than the air in our lungs. Yet we must breath. Prayers spill

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

A Rare Bird

A Rare Bird short poem

A rare bird is he with feathers illuminous red and green; a bird that only few will ever see and perhaps ’twas meant to have been. This bird flies free over mountains and through the mind of a dream; escaping

I look at you Oh Cellulite!

I look at you Oh Cellulite! short poem

“I look at you oh cellulite Cute pinchy shins, sweet chubby thighs. I look at the last cookie next– With ever so cute little Choco chip! There’s promise for early morning gym. The world’s not ending were we to take

Wearing Away

Wearing Away short poem

I have again become empty by undoing a disturbing thought. Unsexing the sputtering stillness of a Robin. Tender bruises on the pink heart. A bird was flying away. Little tears come down from the swollen river in spate. Pain lingers

The Little Muffin King

The Little Muffin King short poem

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

Holopause

Holopause short poem

There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It

It’s Not Too Late

Its Not Too Late long poem

When you plant a seed, And seeds won’t grow, Do not worry! It’s not too late to give up, plant again. Someday it will grow and stand in front of you. When you start to sing, And the songs won’t

Pain Whispers

Pain Whispers short poem

We’re so different and unknown We absent mindedly pass each other My heart drops tears when you don’t even notice me You’re like a rock No feelings attached to anyone But pain whispers… When I see you with other girls

An American Poet

An American Poet short poem

I am an American Poet coming from a long line of creatively challenged penman and women A Poet Prince relinquishing the earthly flow of jobs and declarations while punishing establishments organizations that diminish the fabulous flow. A lifeline for civilizations

Of Memories

Of Memories ballad

This is the tale that seldom gets told But remains as a legend to us all getting old. Its subject is rooted in seedy old bars And con-men who waved from their ill-gotten cars. So many people, their age-range diverse,

White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings

The Warrior

The Warrior prose poem

I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what

A Glimpse Of Infinity

A Glimpse Of Infinity prose poem

My life was a bit of a calamity, I was on a loosing spree, nothing I could foresee, thinking, is this it for me? Then flash a glimpse of Infinity. Still, I wad walking a tightrope, head hanging down, I

Under the drone

Under the drone short poem

And then one old friend lost, with memories of us most.. gone through the long highway, like a hitchhiker does Why do I here, to cry? surprised.. for spared each time when it is hard to decide.. what to live