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God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God Loves Us He gave His son up for Us Sometimes, We tend to not understand how massive it is ‘Cause we’re limited, we don’t understand how limitless it is God said we are Precious in His sight Please, don’t

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Poetry To Me

Poetry To Me short poem

Poetry evokes feelings, Stimulates thoughtful expressions, Evolving a strange emotion, Of an image in mind. It transforms everything, With a new perspective, A reflection of a photographic sight, In significant verses. Poetry is a pictorial, Imagery of words, Intensely used

Attention Crusaders

Attention Crusaders long poem

There’s a saying I know well, The road to hell, Is paved with good intentions, Pay attention crusaders, Freedom fighters, And bigot haters, When I was young, At heart and in mind, My kind of justice, Was just as true,

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Just Maybe

Just Maybe short poem

Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,

The Shoulders Of Giants

The Shoulders Of Giants short poem

Ours is a world built on ruin. Atop the shoulders of Ozymandias, Balanced on top of pyramids, Set upon the foundations of castles Which sank into swamps long ago. Where one falls out of history, Soon another picks up the

The Walk Within

The Walk Within short poem

And the years end to which end! Walking into the mist Trying to find life in a gist Exposed in the nights of yesterday Prancing in the lights of today Freedom we seek Our hearts we speak, We, the ones

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

The Soul Riders

The Soul Riders short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

I Am The Youth Of Today

I Am The Youth Of Today short poem

I am the one, fulfilled with the passionate eyes, Thinking and planning hard to make my future bright. I am the one, who don’t care about my present and past And just think about my tomorrow’s task. I am two

Graveyard Witch

Graveyard Witch prose poem

Oh no and I will not forget tonight! If you loved me you’d treat me well oh but what the hell, don’t you know pay backs are hell! You will be sorry when I work my spell on you, yes

Time

Time short poem

I wait, For the right time The right moment To say what I need to As my time passes My thoughts grow The fear of not having enough time To tell how I feel. I wish to stop the time

Teenage

Teenage short poem

Teenagers falling in Love is akin to adding fuel to the fire Little do they know the intensity of mutual attraction will fade out burning their heart and soul in no time Love birds feel living apart is impossible they

The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Ladakh Divine I

Ladakh Divine I short poem

I could feel my soul flee To the purple – red – brown mountains Where my feelings flow like the waters of Indus Or is it the Shyok? Where shadows of dawn & dusk Move silently with the sun… Partially

Do You?

Do You? short poem

Do you keep your faith When you encounter a wraith? Or do you turn back and run, Leaving all work undone? Do you see light At the end of a fight? Or is it the pain Causing all disdain? Do

Winter

Winter short poem

Winter, winter! come and go- we are tired of the snow! we are tired of the cold, of the silver instead of gold! we are tired of snowflakes, of what it brings them and of what it takes! we are

Things Unsaid

Things Unsaid short poem

Words bubbling up, spouting and rushing Lips pursed to hold back the deluge gushing Desperately trying to stem the cascade Threatening to spew and sputter and invade Squirming and squinting with the effort Trying in vain to silence the springing

Flowers

Flowers short poem

Giving and receiving is bright when all the flowers make delight to brighten all the days sent in so many ways bouquets are rolled in different colours trailed with dressing of pink bows Hyacinths and Roses makes the most of

Less Asylum

Less Asylum short poem

This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively

Journey of Life

Journey of Life short poem

Journey of life, highs and lows Treading on with smiles or woes Love, laughter, scares and screams All in tow we pursue dreams Disillusioned, hope we seek Keep faith, when prospects seem bleak Often life seems a battle without a

Unashamed Inhumanity

Unashamed Inhumanity long poem

Unashamed inhumanity has broken loose; We can’t even get it on the mode of ‘snooze’. Look, how it unveils the toxin, Dripping us all over, with that venomous contagion. The naked area is swollen, to the core. The Doctor says,”I’m

My Five-five-fingers

My Five five fingers long poem

I My five-five-fingers of my hands Zestfully lived In serenity. The three thrill fingers of my right hand: Thumb, index finger and middle finger Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully Amongst her BROTHERS: They rested gleefully upon the placid, SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART. II

The Migraine

The Migraine prose poem

If only he knew that day’s outcome; That his migraine so intense, would make him ignore the alarm’s sound; That he’d be heavily traffic-bound on his way to work; That he’ll get in the boardroom and see seated, his expectant

Uneasy Calm

Uneasy Calm short poem

Perceptibly all’s normal sans any grave concern Yet something’s amiss at total loss to discern Prospects and delivery in unanimity converged Still truest of the bliss never clearly emerged Amity, bonds & loyalty all but there so to say But

The Void So Deep!

The Void So Deep! long poem

“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection

Bumblebee

Bumblebee short poem

I wish I was a bumblebee, buzzing around so wild and free. I would yell at everyone I see; Hey you guys look at me. Buzz, buzz, buzz all day long. A stinger the size on my ding-dong. Let some

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask

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

Poinsettia

Poinsettia short poem

What was that inside you which was not ready to accept the compound folly of a man? What worry do I carry tonight to my bed? An intentional leap into the very fire of mind? A virgin garden battles with

At Sixty

At Sixty long poem

AT SIXTY I approached SIXTY I started behaving FUNKY I thought life will be MESSY I feared my brain to be EMPTY I started thinking life will be SHODDY I was deep into WORRY I dreaded the fateful DAY I

Still That Stranger

Still That Stranger ballad

I wish you were still the stranger I admired Will I think again before I chain myself to another restless departure Fitting you in everyday is a sickness it breaks me As a night dark caught in look waiting out

Hush Mind

Hush Mind short poem

Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon

Dark Moments Of The Mind

Dark Moments Of The Mind long poem

He knows the way he’s perceived, he dies to see the way he seems, knowing it’s truly not what’s in his soul. Tells himself it’s not truly him, that hes better, but in time even he begins to loose hope

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling

Angel Frolics

Angel Frolics long poem

Two little angels Feeling very bored Took their leave of heaven A journeyed to the world Climbed upon a rainbow Slid down with heart’s delight Stomped up the star- way staircase And down the yellow stripe Lingered on the indigo

This Is Just Another Day

This Is Just Another Day short poem

This is just another day Of my torment cherubs play Not to forget in all dismay Each night I dream of you I lay Something twisted in the way Guardian angel fights in disarray My horse I ride to cross

Kites

Kites short poem

Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly But I got stuck to the wall Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly random colors like random thoughts Too many colors in me and

Menu

Menu short poem

Service was slow everyone else seemed to be getting their food everyone else was white three slim girls dressed for public school, jeans and tennis shoes hair braided, teeth perfect asking the waiter could they have their water refilled and