I awake to find a ghost in view And jump when it looks at me A familiar face forms One I have forgotten It has been so long I am teary My heart smiles My world Dad
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The Storm-Nonet Poem 12
The Storm- Nonet Poem 12 The storm at its worst was blowing across -9 The street flooded, by the station-8 The cars moved slowly through the -7 Puddles, everywhere I saw-6 Rain drops on the roof-5 Clouds in the sky-4 Tornado -3 I see-2…
Forest Ranger -Poem 11
Forest Ranger – Poem 11 The Forest Ranger sees through the painting On the wooden floor of the patio fainting Music denotes his heart beat as he listens Headphones a sign of his glisten On the wooden floor of the patio fainting…
To Exist
I imagine I am a willow I imagine I am a crow I imagine I am nothing Stop Rain Thunders Willows in the sky Screams I imagine I am an ice cream I imagine so I exist
Don,t Count your Chickens before they are hatched-Poem 9
Don’t Count your Chickens before they hatch- Poem 9 Today is the Poetry Marathon across the globe Countries with different time zones Participants from different countries Have to come together for the same poetries Have to come together for the same poetries As…
Let’s Imagine
I imagine You imagining Me writing this poem while we read it with no imagination
Normal Family -Poem Seven
Normal Family -Poem Seven Love has been the norm of my family Love has kept us together as one family Love has made us stronger as one We portray a backbone as one We may need to learn new ways begun Working…
Urban Pigeon holes and Poverty
Living in pigeon holes boxed in with closed doors Restricted, obstructed, constricted views Brightly painted doors for happy beginnings Cities that lure with their fake promises playing with real lives Too hungry to refuse, they play along with a hope Someday, that door…
M
Letters. Words. Numbers and images Not enough I need Worlds. Creatures. Powers and silences A new feeling A new definition A new poem You and me
Lovers
We are creatures of the moon We are reflections of Being Ghosts of sorrow And our world a tale of love And reality a theatre play And the end never comes because we are Creatures of the moon