Standoff Poems

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Showdown In The Store

Showdown In The Store prose poem

On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the

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Picturesque County

Picturesque County short poem

Once,I remembered, as a child from my past. Running under the sun; that, O’ so-called a green land. Upon the scorching ground I still playing around. Where the sun rose large and pulsing over the forest; it was baking hot

Meaningless

Meaningless short poem

The shift to vernal tone starts a standoff with eyelashes. A sickle moon begins harpooning the stars. The unorthodox microlove brings out a ciliated canon of faithless interior. The gods were going to become weary of snowfall. Punctuating the silence,

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Sorry

Sorry short poem

I love you so very much Even though at times I do things that hurt. I try so hard to hope that you always see, How much you being in my life means to me. I am sorry yet again

God Gave Me You

God Gave Me You short poem

Once I was broken hearted and all alone but like A big oak tree I stood tall and strong waiting for That one and special one to come along and then You came along! Now you are the dream of

Hewn Words

Hewn Words short poem

A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.

Death

Death long poem

in this December and January of my 70th year death has had me at its beck and call in a way it never has before daily I feel it and know it every day I know you know we all

Tales From The Autumn Breeze.

Tales From The Autumn Breeze. short poem

The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again

Oozed

Oozed short poem

We oozed out of this place. A placed formed by dust, rock and gravity. Born we were into the infinite void, opened our eyes and here we where. How strange. Now what? Civilization as it is, hasn’t a clue. The

Shine Bright In The Night

Shine Bright In The Night short poem

Years and years pass away, And how quickly we grow we can never say . All the people we meet , They come and go . You can never imagine how life is long , It’s a journey that you

Two Friends

Two Friends short poem

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The olde wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced and all were in tears. The faithful old rider

Bright Baby

Bright Baby short poem

Dreaming about a BRIGHT you baby, To keep my heart warm. The days are getting colder, I’ve found both the chaos and the calm. Are we both still lingering in the avenues, Where we painted the world gold. No matter

Last standing Alcazar

Last standing Alcazar short poem

Rotten wrought iron gate, opens to a compound in decay, nature trying to encroach on what was stolen from her, the dilapidated walls, the creepers gone haywire, the smell of bereavement, the stone bench covered by moss, no place to

Fight!

Fight! short poem

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;

Until The Last Breath Goes

Until The Last Breath Goes short poem

I’ll be your light if the stars don’t glow I’ll be the breeze if the wind don’t blow Waiting for the moment when we come across I’ll hold your hand and never let you go. I’ll pace it up when

How Do We Make Peace Sexy?

How Do We Make Peace Sexy? short poem

How can we make peace As sexy as Denzel Washington Brandishing a gun or a bomb? How can we make peace as Sexy as Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Gweneth Paltrow or Angelina Jolie? How can we make peace sexy? So

One Sided Love

One Sided Love short poem

Even though I dint knew it from the start, That there is someone who owns your heart; Even if I see, you’re not sitting next to me, I’m still hoping that someday you will be with me. I can’t see

Valentine’s Day

Valentines Day short poem

I woke with a kiss so sweet And a coffee to drink And I began to think About the special greet Heard the bell like a roar As I opened the door It was bouquet on the floor In a

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Blossom Of Love

Blossom Of Love short poem

Who can question flower’s beauty That in exquisite splendour Blossoms of life’s passion A sign of grace and pride Worth a thousand words. With  a pure innocence Opens to the flirtatious butterfly Gazing in intense admiration Enamored by its presence

Appointment With Disappointment

Appointment With Disappointment long poem

That Life is a gift hardly we realise It Life is undoubtedly a Beauty that we know but we see it as murky We rush to get appointment but end up with disappointment Outstanding was I in studies Missed being

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

Scarred

Scarred short poem

He faded away into the crowds like a stranger you only feel Never know. She sat scarred Perhaps for life. What he took with him was irreplaceable. What she was left with was Mere wrinkles, Weak knees And no soul.

The Wait!

The Wait! short poem

Anxiously gripping her fingers tight She looked at the morning sunlight Dress in flowered dress of white She waited for the moment with all her might Believing that she was not surely late Her eyes were locked towards the gate

To My Daughter

To My Daughter short poem

You are perfect my love.. Perfect in your imperfections. You are my best effort, to improve myself.. I am as old as you are.. We fight,we argue, we laugh And together let us scoff whoever makes you feel otherwise.. Be

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? Solitude at times stares hard at you, It’s hard to swallow what’s true. distances between hearts, soar miles apart. Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? You see someone go far

Babbling Words

Babbling Words short poem

Though words are cheap, and often said, By the tongue of fools, some are lead. In the darkness of night, they lay await, To guide the weak, to their fate. When they gain, their victims trust, Then they cause, their

A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do, and why do I feel bad after doing them, It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate all that i thought sacred once want to be a man with

The Drizzle

The Drizzle long poem

Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life

Back To The Start

Back To The Start short poem

Sometimes we’re Adam and Eve again Sharing guileless our delight Sometimes our hearts collide unchecked Drinking in each other’s sight Sometimes the Earth feels very old And we in it deserve our place Sometimes our mingled breaths unite To form

Melon

Melon short poem

My body is a melon you tap it once and you know I am full. You tap it twice and you decide that my voice deserves to meet your mother for dinner. You take me home nestled between your arms,

From This End

From This End long poem

You see me you look at me you ignore me you talk about me you whisper. You put me under observation, you test me, study me, tag me, test me again- name me unname me banish me strip me tired

Body Game

Body Game short poem

Alone to witness the crash I invited the moon to walk with me on the harsh terrain of the agony of a poem, I wanted to give it as a collateral for a shadow, who has moved away from me.

Love And Life

Love And Life short poem

I myself have experienced what they say a feeling that comes from your heart a feeling that doesn’t come everyday But if misused, becomes a poisonous dart. It’s not only about pleasure It’s not really a must The real treasure

The Socialite

The Socialite short poem

She gets out of bed gazes into vacant space. It’s time to wake up and put the mask on her face. Time to mingle with her so called friends. Who are as fake and cold as her. Pursuing their own

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

Smile

Smile short poem

Smile! And the whole world smiles with you. Your smile is an absolute expression of love. Your spirit creates your precious smile. A smile brightens your day. Absolutely! Proving that you are true. A lingering smile creates laughter; Smiling shows

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspects of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a