Utopia Poems

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Utopia

Utopia prose poem

Yes I am a day dreamer in the real world people call me creeper in my world I am a king making my way with beautiful robes and in hand a gold ring sometimes I am an Olympian sometimes I

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Sun Kissed

Sun Kissed prose poem

I once dreamt of a land and a time that were entrenched by the beauty and the beast. The beast did not attempt to cause me to fear, nor did the beauty charm me to bow to its demands. Both

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Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

The Garden

The Garden long poem

In a sleepy little village, nestled down a leafy lane…. Lives an Eden-esque panorama, that lies hidden from the rain. In this garden full of secrets, where Mother Nature lays her head…. Exists a myriad of creatures, who have no

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the

Had It Been So

Had It Been So prose poem

Had it been so that I had the wings of fire, Or If I were a true born human, Or I were powerful even as a devil, Or had I been able to read the mind Of good and evil

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

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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

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin ballad

Percy the Penguin lived at the South Pole. With many good friends he would laugh and cajole. They would slip and slide and play in the snow, laughing and shouting and running to and fro. Percy was a happy lad

Another Poem Lost!

Another Poem Lost! short poem

Words Stick to my hands, cling to my fingers, hide under my elbow. A trembling poem loses its grip and drops on the sheet. Petrified! Alphabets behave funny these days. Like a mute child with an unbearable stomach-ache. Baffled phrases

Time’s Broken Arrow

Times Broken Arrow short poem

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to

Respect!

Respect! long poem

So, You want yourself to be respected? Have you seen your face, It has got two large eyes And a nose which at times they compare to a beatel leaf, Complexion of a glowing sun and skin that of melting

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

Ignition

Ignition short poem

Like a butterfly pinned in a collage, fluttering. Death makes a deal. I was appalled standing on the edge watching the withering body. The lake drowns me. Seagulls were waiting for a renaissance. It is not even midsummer. The planting

A Conventional Man

A Conventional Man short poem

A foggy atmosphere everywhere, Some vendors on street; Few buyers moving here and there, There,a Man returning lonely after sumptuous eat. No gusto , No sorrow, A complete mannequin face; Nothing to throw, But to just grab everything and race

Life Can Not Buy

Life Can Not Buy short poem

One Day, You will have to leave this world It does not matter how rich you With the money you can not buy life After Death You will be taken to a court Which will be different from our court

Lost

Lost short poem

I wander in the dark forest Looking, searching For a torchlight Tears glistening in the night The wounds are the sorest Smothered by black leaves Black Mambas coiled around my ankles Hands in shackles Pieces of puzzles stolen by thieves

Walking Like A Zombie

Walking Like A Zombie short poem

I walk through the halls and streets like a zombie empty and alone Wandering aimlessly around curious if she knows I exist. “The past is the past,” they say but the pain is still pain, They also say, “The heart

An Invitation For Ms. Plath

An Invitation For Ms. Plath short poem

Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain

And So I Went To War

And So I Went To War long poem

What happened to us when we were young When I was scared about to go to war And leave the warmth of kin and home For battlefields far flung and stain the dirt Beneath my boots with blood and gore?

Orb

Orb short poem

Majestically it spins. Eons in place. One of countless. Silently reflecting, glistening in the void. Dance of the worlds graceful silence, choreography of the cosmos. All spinning, dancing to creations music. Immense it all be. Yet, finding comfort in the

The Musician

The Musician ode

The hollowed eyes were ringed with lines, The parchment skin was cracked and old, The tattered rags that served for clothes, Gave scant protection from the cold. Yet on that corner every day, Without regard for wind or rain, He

The Garden Of War

The Garden Of War short poem

The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

Space Junk

Space Junk short poem

Satellites, rockets, cameras explore the space everyday some come back, others circle on like Tom, Dick and James Kay. Everyone wants to seek a lot, ‘what is there in the core, how can I have a space to share, and

The Clench

The Clench short poem

When the moon burst again into its grey white light the bird from that little tree escaped. Its wings flew into the arms of another. The other, like a large broad arm with its green expanse waited for that bird

The Ant And ‘his Way’

The Ant And his Way prose poem

I once sat and observed the movements of an Ant, as he moved across my bathroom floor. He was headed in one direction, and for no apparent reason, he decided to change course. When he changed directions, I decided to

I Plead, I Just Want To Feel Alive.

I Plead, I Just Want To Feel Alive. long poem

Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.

His Life, an Empty File

His Life, an Empty File short poem

His Life’s journey was devoid of any story Empty pages were his Life’s File The few worthy incidence in his life too got erased in the floods of his tears A Breezy wind knocked away his short rosy married life

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

Akhal Teke Autumn

Akhal Teke Autumn short poem

She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of

Forbidden

Forbidden short poem

Under the dark Sky, In full view of The Moon and stars, I gaze into those eyes: a deep sea of mysteries entrapping me to a world unknown.. around the corner .. under each shadow, rough nails clasp around my

Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon prose poem

My mind is loose cannon.  Nobody has control over it.  Not even me! It shoots off fireballs in all directions in the fond hope that it will hit something.  Sometimes it succeeds in doing so.  And, sometimes it hits wrong

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I

Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

Fickle Mind

Fickle Mind short poem

A steady mind does not exhibit emotions A disturbed mind often leads to irritation A happy mind feels Life as a Gods given gift to enjoy A sorrow mind feels no charm in leading the life An angry mind sees

On This Shore Of Life

On This Shore Of Life short poem

Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the

Mater Moi (Mother)

Mater Moi (Mother) short poem ode

Farthest you have gone but in thoughts remain Time alleviates sorrow loss hardest to explain With undying devotion you raised me just fine Telling what was right not cross over thin line Placidity of disposition far reaching foresight Helped me