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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Save Us

Save Us short poem

Save Us!!! What Immortal hand or eye, Could have created the wonder oh my!! Amidst the dark and dingy sly, Killed, bruised and left to die! it hurts to see when the numbers dwindle, our hearts wither in pain and

Soul Mate

Soul Mate short poem

Loneliness that breaks my heart When I am alone I think of you When I think, I remember you When I remember you I feel pain When I feel pain I cry for you My heart aches for you and

Beauty In A Summer Breeze

Beauty In A Summer Breeze long poem

Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers

Lament

Lament long poem

The day when you told me to “Enjoy Life” As it is too short for us to make it knotty, The Time when you patiently explained- the qualms; twirl and turns of life Never in my dreams I thought You

Greatest Of All

Greatest Of All english poems

Above all, above the world and the galaxy There is God, there is wonder and hope We have God who cares and carries us away Where joy is always with us Most of all, most of the wonders and glory

Setting The Ice On Fire

Setting The Ice On Fire short poem

Kisses of fire that leads to dirty white desire But that’s what happens every time Jupiter Comes crashing into Mars leaving a giant Mark on the heart, well and here we go again SETTING THE ICE ON FIRE… It’s so

What’s Poetry To Me?

Whats Poetry To Me? short poem

What’s poetry to me Within myself I need to see It’s a flow of words Like the tweet of birds It’s a way to express Something you don’t want to suppress It’s a personal affair Revealed to the world in

The Raksha Bandhan

The Raksha Bandhan long poem

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Cut Grass In Snow (v4)

Cut Grass In Snow (v4) short poem

All day long night is my storm lantern. I carry it into this farmland cutting into my harvest emotions covered by snow edge them in half in front of me. Do not laugh at me, a circus clown down, I

Epitaph For A Belatedly Born – again Atheist

Epitaph For A Belatedly Born   again Atheist elegy

Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred In total idleness life conferred By space and time; dreams by God deferred! God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave Joys of dreams I crave but gave All of

The voice of hope

The voice of hope short poem

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

People In Pews

People In Pews ballad

Church bells ring The choir sings Songs of praise Ancient of days Stained glass colors Arched cross hovers His mighty power A strong high tower Wooden pews Lilly flowers Sunshine and April showers A merciful God The children applaud Before

Noticing

Noticing long poem

So much I notice now That before I was blind to Was you always that way Or are you someone new Notice your disregard for my pain Yours you demand all attention The world must stop for you Mine must

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter short poem

When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dead brother on burning ghat. And then on,

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

We are broken pieces, Pieces of art, Sometimes joined At the odd cracks, Hoping for completion. Sometimes we are glued To a piece so intricately Carved, so well we gel An illusion to dwell, An illusion to live, Until that

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

Heal Yourself

Heal Yourself short poem

The self within you is perturbed Rusty, Dusty, unclear and broken Ruptured spirit you carry within It needs to be healed… Healed from within your spirit The soul needs to be nourished With good deeds and thoughts The soul within

The Three Kinds Of Lives

The Three Kinds Of Lives short poem

Life is a locked book the first and last pages are filled with ultimate events birth and death but how the other pages are drilled? The one who is born with an ideal aim, tries to fulfill it even if

Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

Curled up in the blanket of dim light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon, Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Fool’s Paradise

Fools Paradise short poem

I see fire in your soul I see your tears raging I see your face crumbling I see you standing all quiet I see fire and dark clouds You’re standing all alone With a tiny shawl No one even stops

Poetic Start

Poetic Start short poem

Our love had the essence of such a poetic start, As it’s now quiet with nothing but slow songs playing in the dark, I hear the rhythm of a piano fused elegantly with a lonely harp, Where I lie here

Vivacious Sin

Vivacious Sin short poem

Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin That blissful hell… Where I might have been Those were the delights… Still engraved

Alone

Alone short poem

I am consumed with leaving one foot in the door and a portion of my brain the size of a doubled walnut begins to perform calculations how long a stay means eagerness how long obligation how long politeness how long

Terry Hero

Terry Hero ode

Sweet emotions slow through human, A great human man. My loving man I don’t want to get broken, He has me now to be very out spoken. I wish to be his wife, And I know as of now we

Connived

Connived short poem

Weaving fine fibres of unripe beliefs, from a fire base, a blue bird scrambles, shading the stone valley. There was no thrift for the cadavers. The burnt relics were eating away the greens of tearful eyes. Sun was slugging again.

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

The Snubbed Vs The True Love

The Snubbed Vs The True Love prose poem

We make the rejected Love occupy our whole heart , while We ignore the true Love enacting from her heart We dream fantasy and console ourselves for the snubbed Love , while We shatter her dreams and show scant respect

Fabled Mother

Fabled Mother short poem

her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion

Life’s Sweet Moments

Lifes Sweet Moments short poem

What can sound better than birds? Chirping on a bright sunny morning. And clouds dancing without a care, In the hazy sky above. What can look better than flowers? Blooming in all their glory and fragrance. And bees hovering above

This Is My Stay

This Is My Stay prose poem

Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay

Let Me Fly

Let Me Fly short poem

If you hold me tight, I might die. Trust me and let me fly. Give me just one chance by letting me fly. You are afraid of thunder and I am afraid of not-to-fly. Don’t trap me in a cage,

Judy Garland

Judy Garland short poem

Hollywood Angel, Somewhere over the rainbow And on down that yellow brick road through The years and stage to stage well That’s Entertainment Still going strong, although she’s been gone for So long her spirit still lives on… Like a

Dreams

Dreams long poem

Dreams: dreams Very dangerous dreams die, The absence of a target, the obsession to be buried in a pile of sand, Wake up in the morning to carry around all day life, Curse lives on in the night and go

A Little Hope

A Little Hope short poem

Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap

Things will never be the Same

Things will never be the Same short poem

It’s just the way the world spins Things are never the same again Once a heart is broken it is never the same You can try and make those changes Try to get it back as it was But the

The Beat Voice

The Beat Voice short poem

He started in an infirm tone as if the poem were escaping through his clenched behind, images and meaning forcing their way out, evoking a limp echo from his moist mouth. It had to be some elder enthusiast reading a

The Last Rain

The Last Rain short poem

It fell like nothing before, and tried hard to quench the thirst, but every drop of it failed, whether the last..or the first…. The coolness was now a dream, the passion a haste, hence when it kissed the ground, it

Laetitia’s Decree: “I, Happiness, Happen”

Laetitias Decree: I, Happiness, Happen short poem

I, Laetitia – I decree I happen! In the soul’s sublimate and subliminal state, Whom the twists of fate misshapen, I unwind! Come! Seek me! Visit! I grant visas and vistas with no use-by date! Soul-twisted ones! Stay or transit

Modernity

Modernity prose poem

I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700’s. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes