Sulking Poems

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Sulking

Sulking short poem

The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the

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A Crazy Theme

A Crazy Theme short poem

sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the

Poems containing references to : Sulking

Dear Roger

Dear Roger prose poem

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in

Incarnation

Incarnation short poem

Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake

A Girl Without Dreams!

A Girl Without Dreams! ode

She was too smart to be herself Too feeble to live for her own She kept her dreams locked in her closet They kept sulking and dying Dejected, in their own cocoon. In every ruin, she found her castle Each

Of Fragmentary Happiness

Of Fragmentary Happiness short poem

In a dark dark night About you I reminisce, Cropping more towards you I fall into abyss. Where I see you With your immense love, Holding me tight Where I be the dove. Your eyes so glittery Filled with fire,

Take My Breath Away

Take My Breath Away prose poem

Every moment that I spent with you How much was delightful How exciting and delectable it was But it is the reflection of the past now I passed every moment with you until tomorrow Now are the remnants of memories

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Kupfernickled

Kupfernickled short poem

Looked downward – the granite face, to see imprinted kupfernickeled god, lying in dust. From where to where we have come sleepwalking? In freezing winds, like brown angels with swollen lids. White moon-poised to commit suicide? Blindfolded heavy as lead

Play With Me

Play With Me short poem

Come play with me and stay with me Don’t be afraid to see my way of peace I have trained to be the most gracious me And refrained from greed to sustain this glee I’ve obtained beliefs that are plain

Pulsating Void

Pulsating Void short poem

like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day

Son Of Shiva

Son Of Shiva short poem

Why do you sigh and ponder, pinned under the misery of millions? Awake, Almighty son of Shiva. Shield us all from a wretched plight Wipe our eyes, we know thy might blow the conch and pick your goad it’s time

A Frightening Dream

A Frightening Dream short poem

After a sacred kill you thrived in scriptures. Many centuries have passed for us living without you. Thyme will preserve you body, your brain, syndrome, for our children. When the apocalypse starts, Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive and

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You?

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You? long poem

Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt

Come Wither Away With Me

Come Wither Away With Me short poem

Come with me,let’s wither away to eternity Across the shore …to the moon, Surpass the darkest night , till heat of noon , fly over the meadows , from horizon to the dawn , let’s complete the circle of life

Life’s Living Breeze

Lifes Living Breeze short poem

Once in forever there’s a name A blessed star kissed moonlit flame Remembering all our earthly rhymes Each page that opened on our times, Each good or bad, each glad or sad All of the living dreams we had, When

Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning

Hue Knew

Hue Knew short poem

I see the colours, say it’s time to play so bright I sit for hours, maybe a day just to watch them change their display On a summers morning things began to say you can catch the yellow and purple

Ode To My Father

Ode To My Father ode

My father once said to me before he laid to rest one day; “Be good my child at your deeds, but none should use you indeed. Being loving is the greatest gift, mankind is running short of it. Let no

In A Land Of No Answers

In A Land Of No Answers short poem

In a land of no answers, I’m crying alone; In a world with no feelings, I’m feeling so lost. I crave for love, or something to make me feel less hollow; But I have become a ghost of what I

Painting By My Words

Painting By My Words short poem

I have a few words to soothe you, I have them ONLY for YOU, Presenting them to you, To flatter you, to make you feel blessed! I have a few words, to curl on your face, I have them ONLY

Brady O’shae And The Dragon

Brady O’shae And The Dragon long poem

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

Artificial Happiness

Artificial Happiness short poem

That magical high, Flying up to the sky, But when it’s time to say bye, And you are no longer fried, You feel like you want to die. An evil pill shall kill, It can be legally filled, But don’t

Lost Battle

Lost Battle short poem

Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never

Mother, O Mother

Mother, O Mother prose poem

You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be

What Is Love

What Is Love prose poem

What is love? If you had asked me a few years ago, What is love? All I could have said was, an endless torture of someone who claims to care for you yet does everything they can to tear you

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

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

A New Beginning

A New Beginning short poem

Say goodbye to the way things used to be, nothing ever stays the same and time is ever fleeting as our seasons change… so say goodbye to yesterday and all those lost hours that somehow have slipped away, nothing never

Who Was Faithful?

Who Was Faithful? short poem

That yellow moon haunts me again and overleaps my sleep. I do not dare to walk in the graves of your eyes. The palace has broken. Mere suffering was not sufficient. You have to wince with pain for a crucified

Why….

Why.... short poem

Why do I still feel connected to someone causing pain, Why do I keep them in my life if things will never change, Why do I feel loyal to someone who doesn’t care, When I know if I need them

Where Were You?

Where Were You? short poem

It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a

Hiroshima Speaks…

Hiroshima Speaks... long poem

Hiroshima That’s the name I am known by Sure , you know me too As do most of the people Across the globe Though for reasons not so good And why I wish to address the world today ? It

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

In Silence

In Silence short poem

It’s here, and then it’s not. That untimely moment that we fear our minds have just ‘forgot’ who we are, and why we’re here. Why did we never reach that bar? We’re no longer our own puppateer. In the past

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

New Era

New Era short poem

Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a

The Protagonists

The Protagonists prose poem

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

Hemlock

Hemlock short poem

The night was old, sans us; we’re buried within ourselves- We met after decades, the definite cause for the arousal (and virility); A night of talks, old memories and kisses… Garbs flew while she pushed me hard-onto the pillows; Eyes