Unexplained Poems

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The Evening Unexplained

The Evening Unexplained prose poem

This is an account of an incident unexplained, Many say to a phenomenon supernatural it pertained. For no one can answer what happened that evening, When it was dark and the moon was barely shining. A loud cry had resonated

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The Devil’s Triangle

The Devil’s Triangle short poem

South Atlantic an ancient and ominous death trap awaits unexpecting ships and planes and tonight it has claimed many lives again…well it is a mystery that most likely will remain unexplained buried deep in sin…however I have heard it’s the

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Gods And Demons

Gods And Demons short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Inked

Inked prose poem

I’m closing a chapter …a mere turning of pages you may call it. Pages read and again, mulled, cried and laughed over. Bookmarked for life and hopelessly remembered, they’ll stay safe. Ever too often there will be a pretty breeze

Dear Medication

Dear Medication english poems

Dear Medication, I can’t remember my life without you, I can’t imagine it ever again, You don’t always do what you promise to, But sometimes you help ease the pain. You always fill me with such hope, You’re very deceptive

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Guardian Angle

Guardian Angle prose poem

what lies inside is what scares most as i am not normal i am but a ghost. withen my chest lies a burning desire burning at degrees almost not fathemable that rise to a million degrees, my chest pounds every

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U-turn

U turn short poem

The wind whirled, turning at a point, The bamboo leaves sounded cracking after being bent- With the “U-turn” of winding blow- There is no way to know- When the wind will change its phase- Turning to east or west? Only

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

And I Am Barely There

And I Am Barely There short poem

Tell me about your pain, I said Tell me about your worries, I said I will hold your hands, I said I will be your strength, I said And he sobbed and he cried And lamented all night long He

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

Labyrinth

Labyrinth prose poem

In the embrace of our pink tongues Lie our unspoken words, Feel the warmth of our breath, Taste the thick saliva of our love, Oozing out from the buds. The pollen grains of our thick eye lashes meet And dreams

Like Gold

Like Gold short poem

The man of her life treats her like gold, So she cries Because she knows Her secrets would break him inside And would crush his soul, So to protect him she lies As her secrets are something that she holds

A Hybrid Of Man

A Hybrid Of Man short poem

Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an

Remember Me, Do You?

Remember Me, Do You? short poem

Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I

Like A Chinese Lantern

Like A Chinese Lantern short poem

At the end of the thought was sadness. When temple lies broken a little white lotus comes up on the tranquil lake. A cute word enters the lone voice, stands down, collapses, retreats into silence. A chaste tree becomes a

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

Haunted

Haunted prose poem

Creaking doors in the attic Crying like ocean waves Wind singing through the canopy As the piano starts to play. Evil voice moaning lullabies Heavy footsteps are in sight Bloody-red eyes in the dark shades How haunted this world is.

To Mom

To Mom short poem

To mom: You were there when I took my first look at the world. And you heard my very first word. It was not just your care, but you showed gentleness And made me feel like I was the best.

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Where Do The Butterflies Go long poem

Tears of dews drop glistening Breaks the days of dawn Caterpillars shedding shells cocoon Seedlings awaken up with yawn The little fairies quaintly appear Dancing their dances, all the day long But, where do the butterflies dance to When the

Goodbye

Goodbye long poem

I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,

The Teacher

The Teacher short poem

A day of birth comes the Joker The world a perfect teacher for the beginner From four to two becomes a humble starter A novice set sail amidst pressure Floating with the tides devoid of disaster A crystal clear mind

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

The Jewel Box Of God

The Jewel Box Of God long poem

Well it is written…God so loved the world He gave his only begotten Son and whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life, so don’t worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will take care of itself, just do the

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

A WALK IN THE PARK One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast Looking back at our

Inspiration

Inspiration short poem

A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of

My Father

My Father short poem

Days and months make my years But your presence alone serves a thought. We might leave sweet potatoes and cassava to rot But your presence alone reminds me your patience. Your dignity is like a great river that flow heavens’

Where’s The Music

Wheres The Music short poem

What is this you call music, it’s embarrassing how times have changed, this is my generation we’re talking about, I really feel a shame. I miss the old school jams, felt connected to the beat, slow dancing to the music

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due short poem

Well have you ever wondered why they give Columbus the credit for finding North America when he never set a foot on the promised land, no it was the Vikings that came here first and we have proof after finding

The Scream

The Scream short poem

A tiny seed was planted a time ago.. In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil, A lone main sat on a bridge look into space Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed… It lit a

Unmade Future

Unmade Future short poem

A golden cave was afraid Of a blue thrust. Hands were not able to console the mirror. Let us step back for a last laugh. You were talking to yourself when the canary was set free from the house arrest.

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Too Good To Be True

Too Good To Be True prose poem

As the days go by, the sun rises & sets to choices & decisions are filled in our voices We look forward & we look back at our visions of our success & remorses We plan, pray & hope God’s

I Am Your Reflection

I Am Your Reflection short poem

Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your

Storm

Storm short poem

Unpredictable winds swimming all around Relentless in their dance, boisterous and proud Clashing flashes of lights and booming invisible drums Gray painted skies draped in deep purple plums Ballooning over head, swelling ready to burst Parched fields of green awaiting

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The first bed before arrival on the earth , The divine home after the heaven , The resource of the body and the mind , The sheet anchor of the earthly identity , You , grandest figure, I invoke .

Who Are They

Who Are They long poem

In the silence of night In the brightness of day I often wonder who are they Who being miles away Touch my heart touch my soul Touch my life Touch my very existence From that long distance Each morning, each

Age Knocked On My Door

Age Knocked On My Door short poem

My head is in a real bad state My memory is running late I feel like I am going mad My eyesight now is really bad My teeth have now come to an end Impossible to ever mend My confidence

My Fairy Fair Lady

My Fairy Fair Lady short poem

Touch of your fingers gives feeling of first winter wind, And sprouts bliss and splendor in heart and inner mind. Your voice is like water stream passing through a valley, Brings feeling of relaxation in mind and soul, deeply. Twinkling

Interface with Bliss

Interface with Bliss short poem

Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity