Traitor Poems

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Mirror The Traitor

Mirror The Traitor ballad

Just wait, is this me Well, all those years who did I see All the time I spent staring at you And the beauty staring back I knew Suddenly it’s not me Hair is balding, Eyes are squinting, Lips are

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Death – An Untold Truth – Part 3

Death – An Untold Truth – Part 3 short poem

Death is truly traitorous It is highly cancerous; But dealing adventurous With animals herbivorous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly decorous With examples numerous Of behavior scabrous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly glamorous Though itself timorous As

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Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald long poem

A frisson, a shiver, a sense of calm Settled on his shoulders as he espied The River of Remembrance, ‘twas a balm To his soul, so weary, he cried “I am saved, I am saved from this dark place I

The Fallen Leaf

The Fallen Leaf short poem

The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread

Kites.

Kites. long poem

Kites , high they fly On their distinct path Wandering, discovering, redefining … With burning desire They fly… Red, green, white, gray and golden All belonged to me Or do they?? Red , is my first favourite It flies forever,

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns long poem

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

A ‘his’ Letter

A his Letter short poem

People get confused. Thinking from where to start… I have none, I don’t want to start. If I start, I’d have to end… End… That is what I don’t want. No Start, No End! I don’t say you are my

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

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Journeys Without Maps

Journeys Without Maps short poem

JOURNEYS WITHOUT MAPS/ AFTER FIGUERAS, CATALUNYA when seawind blows it spins the moons, fills lunar curves in golden masks that revolve above the ornate faces of the harbour clock when the seawind blows and moons revolve wind-fed wheels feed and

Dare to rain?

Dare to rain? short poem

Do you not care, do you not see? Do you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need? Do you taste the blame, does the flavor remind you of your sin? Can you stop the fire from

Strange Echoes

Strange Echoes short poem

a kiss on lips, returns with a blunt style, in perfumed demeanor! I did not hear with absolute eyes, a captive in chained feet, for self-defence; all the shades of red were walking on ocean, a black skull glides: the

Away From The Home

Away From The Home short poem

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort, I scratched the years one by one. Between you and me was a river, it has gone now. Are you beyond the imagination? My eyelids bleed, and there is a painful punctuation. Give me fireflies,

Who Are Ye’

Who Are Ye long poem

(Recollections: Circa, 1999) Every time when I’d thought of ye My heart wondered – who are ye May be, ye: That first rain drop falling on a parched land That flower which blossoms in a barren soil That first vision

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells

Words

Words short poem

You are all around me, From wake to sleep Holding each inch of my life Deciding, how my day be And letting me play with you A hardest thing, I’ve ever known You rule my friends and enemies, If I

Green, Rainy Winter

Green, Rainy Winter short poem

Drops of rain dripping from the eaves making an infernal noise like broken drums banged stubbornly by a naughty child. The dreams fly like a flock of frightened birds, it remains just the cold biting the hand that holds a

Its Not My Fault

Its Not My Fault short poem

Don’t blame it on me if I have fallen for you Your eyes are so intense and kills me too, This feeling is love and after ages I felt I am free from so many cages It’s your look that

The Ruined Man

The Ruined Man short poem

You say you are at war You say you are battle worn You say you have gone all dark All weary and filled with scorn You say she took your life away You say you are left with nothing at

Abhorrence

Abhorrence prose poem

The room was dark, creepy, full of dirt, in which I sat with absolutely no mirth. The door creaked open, and in he came, with a flame in his eyes, a flame not of love, but a flame that I

Sunflowers and Tequila

Sunflowers and Tequila short poem

Bright and beautiful describes her smile The happiness and feelings are real, the tightest Make me smile without saying a word, it’s been a while Millions of sunflowers but she’s the brightest Patron and Don Julio at night Grateful and

Praise

Praise short poem

Praise Him because He is mighty Praise Him for He is worthy Praise Him for you are here to praise Him Praise Him for you are made to worship Him Praise Him, who gave his son for us Praise Him

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

The Truth About Me

The Truth About Me short poem

The Truth About Me.. Once upon a time I was an active woman with physical and mental tenacity The Truth About Me.. As a Plus Size woman.. I still knew who I was and didn’t let that get in the

Proffer A Prayer

Proffer A Prayer long poem

Holy Aggie a morning near you was an age of enlightenment You exist ever in a sleepless dawn of scrubland fallow patches, rusting equipage, savaged stand of pecan a semicircle of bidders, smoke heavy in the hollows Fourteen and a

Helping Hand

Helping Hand short poem

There’s no one to talk to, Nobody understands, Nobody feels like you do, You need a helping hand. No matter how you feel, There’s always someone there, Someone to help you heal, Someone who really cares. You feel the world’s

My World

My World short poem

My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my

Never Forever

Never Forever short poem

There’s a person in my life, who m I love the most; She also loves me, she belongs to the Coast. . We both love each other; But we can’t be one forever. . I shared with her each &

Mother Nature And Us

Mother Nature And Us short poem

Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again

The Blind Man And The Sea

The Blind Man And The Sea short poem

The blind man stands on the bulkhead feels the tide through the timbers a vibration in his balls and the balls of his feet drunk on the scent of creosote the rampant fertility of the ocean he’s been told the

A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

She is every time busy making everything a mess seeking to be fussy raking up her guess runs to the bus-stop with an urge to catch the bus. but she starts to weep when she loses her purse looks around

My Dear Teacher

My Dear Teacher short poem

My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am

Meandering Mind

Meandering Mind short poem

A bud, A flower you are a closed bud come bloom into a flower and spread the fragrance of love into this scentless garden of my life!! Infinite from infinity “i” came kaleidoscoping through the horizons of a womb of

The Devil’s Wrath

The Devil’s Wrath short poem

My knees scrape the floor of my room. As I remember the wrongdoing I committed. And now the devil is here To punish me for my sin. Anger had corrupted this angel, Turned her skin blood red. Her voice was

Soul Mate

Soul Mate long 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

To My Thirteen Year Old

To My Thirteen Year Old short poem

Dear Nikkie, Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries You are stepping out of your baby clothes And entering the almost adult world You may be

Change

Change short poem

People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever

Gift Of God

GIFT OF GOD Nature has gifted special gifts to mankind Attraction between the opposite sex is one such gift Intense Feelings between each other generates for no reason pin pointing the reason for mutual feelings ends up in confusion Negative

Face your real face

Face your real face short poem

I’m a temporary guest, I will one day fall and distinguish, But you don’t deserve this title, because you are going to be here, you have the power, to turn evil into goodness, your destiny is different from mine, I

Drift Ice

Drift Ice short poem

Absurdity was waylaid like a black swan on the grass shaking a leg. A child walks through me antithetical to scorched life of parallel egos. Austerity was neither present nor absent.Volcanic ash was spewing on recti. It was drifting, the

I Am A Poker Face

I Am A Poker Face prose poem

Yes yes,  its me, the face with no feelings It helps me a lot when in public dealings I show I am happy,when inside I am crying When I am hurt and down, as if I am dying When I