Poems written by Zyborg

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain short poem

Waiting for the rain for rain drops to fall on my face to hear the rat-a-tat on the roof to see everything turn green Am waiting for the rains.. When thousand souls come alive cradle of life brims over Am

Soul

Soul short poem

Just before the darkest hour I saw a dawn breaking there was this angel standing she looked withered and tired. her wings ruffled and torn I got up to help but she yelled stop don’t hurt me anymore I can’t

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Drowned

Drowned short poem

Can hear the rush of water, change in the tempo of sound as I go down and pop up. They say, sound travels faster in water it sounds very different though, I am drowning I know for sure.. I drink

North wind

North wind short poem

Oh north wind I can feel you again cause I am a gypsy at heart, take me away this year to a place where people smile where there is no one senile, there is youth and there is hope take

Destination Nowhere

Destination Nowhere long poem

I read a book it doesn’t seem to end thousand pages I have read and yet the end is nowhere near characters keep appearing and vanishing no apparent design no apparent destiny sarcasm without wit irony without intent maybe I

Lost in translation

Lost in translation english poems

What is lost, what did we gain what was possible then what makes it impossible now answers lost in translation questions re-phrased to mean different things feelings are still the same thoughts wander off though I saw a vision and

Silence

Silence short poem

Can I kill he asked the sun had just gone down evening promised cool breeze and a light shower to go along love was in the air and he had a gun in his hand Can I kill he asked

I am not weak

I am not weak short poem

I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone

Nest

Nest short poem

Love’s labor lost A deranged nest Twigs scattered all around The nestlings have flown off Some died in mid flight Some survived the ordeal the mother looks at the nest in shambles with a lonesome gaze once there were fledglings

Final Call

Final Call long poem

The promise of peace the fable of tranquility the desolate landscape of desert not even a single blade of grass no life, just cold come oh sweetheart of mine come oh angel of death and kiss my lips take away

No good without evil

No good without evil short poem

Look at me now stare me in my eyes feel the pain, do you? Feel the loss of being right wings torn and clipped lend me some glue. Let me soar up to the moon let’s party where no one

When will she fly

When will she fly english poems

have hit a writers block I guess, am not finding any inspiration to write something about the world anymore, or maybe I am concentrated too much on my own world. I have to bring order to chaos somehow, bring sanity

He is an Island

He is an Island short poem

In a desert all alone, where there had been life once, allured by the radiance of solitude, he trudges along, stepping on fossils, from times gone by. Waiting for a mirage to happen, to seduce his senses to insanity, so

It keeps raining

It keeps raining short poem

It keeps raining everything has become damp, I can feel the mist inside my head. Wooden doors don’t close anymore, windows don’t shut to keep the water out, I feel like drowning in this flood, and it keeps raining still….

Streak Of Silver

Streak Of Silver short poem

Another evening with hues of red merging into blue, blue morphing into grey, Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver I sit and watch this metamorphosis my eyes lusting for a streak of silver; a falling star –

Haircut

Haircut short poem

Maybe i need a haircut or maybe i need a new head when nothing fits one has to be one’s own tailor a fish eye lens would help to see all at the same time a ride up in clouds

True Lies

True Lies short poem

Sifting through the sands of time trying to make out truth from lies I realize that there is no telling the truth everything is a lie, everything is a truth.. The moments color the perception emotions add the hues shades

Johnny walker

Johnny walker short poem

Transient is the word am neither here nor there don’t feel this nor that neither cold nor warm. Traversing through the spectrum and yet not latching on, bygones are bygones learning to look forward. Nothing to look back at caught 

Wait, Shall We?

Wait, Shall We? short poem

Wait for the clock to strike time wait for the right time to set it right no one can see where you are headed no one really cares as well it is your life, your choice, your path remember time

Ramblings

Ramblings short poem

Untouched by words aloof from emotions dipped in water, but not wet blown by air, but not dry cold in heat, hot in cold detached from surroundings formless like smoke roaming from one place to another like a nomad, a

Eternal Truth

Eternal Truth short poem

It consumes everything that ever was It was there from the start, will be there till the end. No one has escaped the wrath it brings, no body escapes the jaws of time. Bitter, sweet, vengeful, whatever you have been

Hope

Hope short poem

Dark is the shadow that fell Dark is the alley in which the shot rang Deep is the abyss in which he fell No echo to be heard of his scream No reverberations from the hard fall No body suits,

Why…

Why... short poem

Why the heartburn, why the despondency why the delusional self, why the desperateness why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness why the agony of loss, why the desolation why the wild flight of imagination why the unfulfilled dreams why

Look to Behold

Look to Behold short poem

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost