Woodstock Poems

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Woodstock

Woodstock long poem

A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With

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A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

Lost souls

Lost souls short poem

A river meandering through nowhere a sea with no shore line a boulder on top of a monolith waiting to roll down believers gathered at the bottom waiting for revelation waiting for Gods to speak they took the journey through

To My Other Half

To My Other Half prose poem

Eons ago, the gods feared us. Eons ago, humankind was invincible. Eons ago, we were complete. We harnessed the power of Eros, romantic love. We had Eros because we were already joined with the one person who completed us. We

In Vain, A Minute After

In Vain, A Minute After short poem

There was a matter to write about, A minute ago, mass of words were Filling up my mind I should pen this, that and other My head was overflowing with Powerful words and emotions To an extent, that I lost

Lover

Lover ode

Cast through the trees I’m standing alone I then feel your presence You slowly make it known You raise up my chin I capture your glow My eyes seal shut As you radiate my soul The warmth of your touch

Mother

Mother short poem

A mother is a person, who is there for you the most, She gives you food and even makes you the toast, She makes the world a better place, To you she looks to have the kindest face. She is

Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Dawn Eyes

Dawn Eyes short poem

By the breath of god The dark curtain is washed One hearty sigh, cooled To a soft egg blue sky Silence in an orange glow Futile street lights On the sidewalk Not a soul Broken watch dials Whispered me to

Revelations

Revelations short poem

Widening cracks, leaking roofs choked drains in the courtyard water logging and myriad such small things make rains a pain There’s no romance in rainbow I can’t shape colors of morning morning shapes my color: I’m the victim of my

The Thing That….

The Thing That.... long poem

The Thing that helps me see… makes the world blurry. The Thing that makes me laugh…. makes me cry. The Thing that fixed me… is broken. The Thing that I try to show off… is terrible. The Thing they call

Untold

Untold elegy

Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I had never imagined the impossible Never thought this would happen But how could I deny What was right in front of me It was like looking in a mirror But it wasn’t exactly the same She looked so much

Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

The Stealthy Wizard

The Stealthy Wizard prose poem

Who is he who so dastardly continues to displease heaven? Who is he who failed in his attempt to rule via usurpation? Who is this timid one who stands in the way of his own advancement, but yet unduly influences

The Withering

The Withering elegy

Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,

Chapter Of Love

Chapter Of Love short poem

I wrote a love story… a boy met a girl they fell in love, they romanced through the next few chapters under the moonlit night sky, in the back seat of the Fiat, by the five gardens of love, on

Bare Tongue

Bare Tongue short poem

It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write

Infinity

Infinity elegy

Long ago on a new chilled morning When I passed through the gate of Infinity Urge to go inside suddenly hit on me A little red lady was the one who saw that “Don’t go inside” was all she said

Their Reward

Their Reward elegy

Smoke billows and mingling with the dust rises, a solid choking mass that coats with dirty grey the shapes that lie so still. The silence, broken only by a tearful moan, uneasy on the waiting ears of those who stand

Irony Of Author

Irony Of Author short poem

In the absence of a consenting moon half my night was in disarray, the density of poems was draining out the grape wine from the eyes. This amphitheater of your life: where you are spectator and you are a player,

Love Poem

Love Poem short poem

Because you’re not here Do you think I cry a lot And still miss you? No I don’t! Because you’re not here to Play in the sun with me Do you think I stay indoors And hide from the sun?

Courting Fidelity

Courting Fidelity short poem

It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.

Naked Doll

Naked Doll short poem

The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The

Beyond

Beyond elegy

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Drought

Drought ballad

Our love came in the absence of rain. The avocado growers struggled while we grew with the rising temperature. 92, 97, 113 degrees fahrenheit… Not hot enough. We hid in dried out pools. We showered together to save water. We

Roses

Roses short poem

  Roses have colours with global appeal; some are pink, blue, red, white and they reveal glamour and beauty for all to cherish. Roses have in them the power of love, so do they, the ability to heal a heart

The Two Polar Bears

The Two Polar Bears english poems

I see a little bear full of fur filled with glimmering shiny furl like crystals her eyes as icy as the ice around you,she is a little version of her mother who has diamond like eyes and has ice like

The Raksha Bandhan

The Raksha Bandhan long poem

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Peace In Pieces

Peace In Pieces short poem

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

Lygodium Palmatum

Lygodium Palmatum short poem

You grow like ferns in my ribcage. weeds. feeding on the topsoil, residue, sediment of the flora now dead and gone — a decaying heart. through filtered sunlight you grow rampant, climbing, twining through every part of this rotting, putrid

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

The Vow

The Vow ballad

If you see a distant star in the evening sky and you shiver from the chill night air, yet you feel a warmth in the depth of your heart, then you know that I am still there. When your tears

Tomorrow Will Tell

Tomorrow Will Tell ballad

Can I ever go on Tomorrow will tell At this moment in time I’m living in hell Will normality return Will I always look back Will I hold myself together Or will I inevitably crack The pain and the tears

Balancing Act

Balancing Act short poem

Conviction is an illusion to take your choice away Belief is the act of choice within the confines of an illusion In life there is also death to give balance to think you have a choice at all The choice

Chaste Tree

Chaste Tree short poem

A poem writes my name. I am trembling on paper like salt. Flowing like moon on the black wound. The lamb and the skull. I know the saint invented by masses. You need a fresh awakening. A vastness from nothing

Aunts and Moms and Cats and more….

Aunts and Moms and Cats and more.... short poem

Pigs that grunt With runts who run Horses that neigh Eating curd and whey! Elephants that trumpet Gobbling croissants and crumpets Sparrows that tweet Offering a melodious treat! Monkeys that chatter With plantains on a platter Parrots that screech While

The Socratic Existence

The Socratic Existence short poem

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

For Students’s Sake

For Studentss Sake short poem

We the teachers are doing work hard for your sake Want you all to be like the sweet and quiet lake Whose water is drunk by all the people in quake. We are your teachers who work like an object