Face on the WallLove, anger, blood, or a rose bed
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunl
Dew DropDew DropDew Drop2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
Paradise...Paradise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to commence
I was in my world, my world of pleasure
Wanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasure
My mind was fresh and pleased
Wanting this tranquility never to cease
But, the silence didn't last for long
As it was broken by another dawn
This happiness and serenity in my world of fantasy
A paradox it is, in the world of reality.
No Strings AttachedNo Strings Attached2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sound of the heart beat.
Gentle tapping of the feet.
Fingers clicking, hands clapping;
slop, drip, drop of the maid mopping.
Honks and horns of cars and vehicles,
kisses and licks on ice-creams and popsicles.
Theres no need for strings
for a heart that sings.
Everything has a beat, tune and rhythm
life is a movie on mute, without them!
You're Just...You're Just...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
EnvyEnvy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im standing in a crowd,
My eyes taking me around like a cloud.
To the right- a woman in a tutu swirling
I wasnt the only one, fifty others were watching, enjoying!
How did she get all that attention? Mere dance?
Or did she cast a spell to steal a glance?
To the left- My ears then distracted me-
To the sound of a child laughing uncontrollably.
How does this innocence exist in this world of cruelty?
How can he smile like that? How can he be so carefree?
Now to the left my sight caught hers
Beautiful, blue-green windows to the universe!
Beautiful, eccentric, exotic pair of eyes,
Why dont I own such powerful lens that can see through lies?
I then look ahead, a group of friends
Lost in their own world of fun and contend.
They are true to themselves, never have to pretend
Because thats their world right there, the beginning, the end.
Im surrounded by people, people happier and better than me,
Why dont i have that?
Her skill, his innocence, their bond,
Step By StepStep By Step2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As her hands stretched, her heart eased.
As her feet rose up, her mind drifted away as it pleased.
As she hopped and gracefully ran across the room,
Then constrained, now free; she saw herself bloom!
As she turned and as it transformed into a piqué ,
She felt all her dreams coming closer, she saw her way.
As she leaped with her legs and arms open wide
She finally broke free and stepped to the other side!
As her elegant body struck the final pose,
Her head was up in pride, as millions rose.
Dance was not just a profession, but passion that she chose.
This is WarThis is WarThis is War3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The gates are open, they're flooding out
I'm a one man army, there's no doubt
These soldiers are of different shapes, sizes and color,
I use all my might, strength and power
to put up a fight.
They're strong, don't get me wrong,
This war will last very long!
I'm pushing, trying to get through,
So irritating, so confusing, so tiring! (phew!)
My brows are crossed and my mind is lost
and my body can't bare it all
my eyes go fuzzy and then i fall...
Now i'm buried underneath this rubble,
I can hear my mother scream,
"If you'd have kept your wardrobe clean,
You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"
Dear Mother,Limitless skies in the North,Dear Mother,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
overlapped by overwhelming kindness.
Down below,the ocean of patience and care;
Love shining in the the East,
and Tender touch of council
ensuring the rest in the South.
And indelible truth and hope enveloping the West.
A living being could ask for nothing more.
For all you give, and nothing that you take,
For all the sacrifices you make
and for all that you put in stake.
Between dreams and reality,
I avail my imagination
to express my never dying gratitude.
For you, dear mother, are, my World.
We Are TeenagersWe Are Teenagers2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are Teenagers
Hands in the pocket, with the headphones on
Chilling out, playing pranks
"Kid! Are your senses gone?!
-Ah, Troublesome teens!"
Gen - N ext
A ll the
G uys and girls,
E verything we
is S exy!
Fast food all the way,
bu' 26 waist-size that must stay
eight pack, biceps and the rest
"Epic", "Awesome" kicks out "the best"
Haircuts, highlights-Red, blue, gold
Tattoos and piercings-"Oh! So bold!"
And Spikes and Faux-hawks the gel must hold.
Painted nails, boring emails
Online we go- TTYL, ROFL, LMFAO
Virtual reality? –"True Story bro!" #trollface
Geeks studying, chics partyin'
B-boys, playboys, roses and guns
We ain't spoilt teens,
just wanna be Everything at Once!
Engines rev after six
Bikes, cars and cool tricks
Adrenaline rush-Here we go!
MonochromeMonochrome3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The worst phase of life is
when you're doing something that's lost its purpose.
Life becomes so bleak, so monotonous.
It's like you can feel time,
every minute, every second, it's a fuss...
You try to find reason, but eventually,
it's 'cause....just 'cause....
Why?Why?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
GluttonyI walked in my room dripping in goldGluttony1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A ruby carpet led me in;
In my hands, the ultimate treasure I hold.
Its pleasure, someone told,
in no measure can it be sold.
But I just bought it. Now I sit on my throne
Tasting beads of emerald,
drinking diamonds- Still,sparkling and cold.
Embedded with crystals, my tongue I fold;
As if feeding divine honor into my soul.
They’re all decorated on a platinum plate,
must be fate
Because unlike rich men,
I die with the riches inside of me.
Fairy talesThe space between the clouds in the sky is slant rhyme.Fairy tales1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But the sky is a parched paper like this sheet of sand
on which I try to make poetry of things that were once mine.
The cheer of a chuckle, the joy of the rain, trickle, on my cheek, it’s all gone.
Now it’s acid. Falling on my skin, burning memories of me and her
dancing, feet tapping, hands clapping. But it’s time I face it.
My hand fitting perfectly in his,
my lips giving shape to an eternal kiss,
my mind swinging in bliss,
as I taste the waters of the fountain of youth
Spending time on a little tête-à-tête in a phone booth.
No. For a gentleman, I get a man in a shallow suit.
And time? It’s just a countdown to a ticking bomb in a booth
Where I had enjoyed talking. Reading-such a pleasure
Knowledge-A tressure. Can’t be bought, can’t be sold
I wonder if I forgot the things we get in exchange for gold.
But now I stand, letting my eyes take over,
I see a pair of foot prints on t
WrathWrath2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deceived, confused and abandoned;
A state that cannot be mended.
He stood there looking into his past, he then closed his eyes,
saw his big brother walk right into his demise.
"Such a selfish act to be carried out by my selfless big brother? So unfair!!!
Written off, forgotten, why didn't anybody care?
Hatred ran through his veins,
Anger and despair tied his heart in chains.
His heart rusted and was soon as cold as winter,
Rage took over and turned him into a sinner!
He sliced and destroyed everything in his way,
He caused bloodshed and sorrow, night and day!
As he saw his sword dripping blood,
He also saw his eyes burning in flames
Of hatred, vengeance, It has many names
But for a person who chooses this path,
He destroys himself, and so.... he is named Wrath.
Have you seen my dream?Have you seen my dream?Have you seen my dream?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not that big
But it is mine.
Have you heard my opinion?
It's worth two cents
It's worth every dime.
Have you touched my heart?
It is very fragile
But I am willing to share.
Have you seen my dream?
It may not be much
But at least I dare.
That which touches man.WhoThat which touches man.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The DreamingSome mornings I can feelThe Dreaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.
That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.
I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?
For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've waited long enough,
it's only fair...
though I suppose that,
while it defies the brain
and sometimes the body it serves,
the heart must at least
obey laws of science.
So I'll unclench my eyes
and roll onto my side,
as I hold onto dreaming
until you're here.
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedThe Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
The Puppeteer.It is not the puppet I fearThe Puppeteer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is the puppeteer.
For the puppet may prance
engage in romance
but his strings are pulled
until the puppeteer's dance is done.
LacesLaces3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
See the shoe,
We are the strings.
The laces that are in-between.
We are tied tight together but
We elope- well I elope,
I'm off-screen to be unseen.
But we're a lace,
You see my face...
There's pain there deep down,
I hide...I bury my face deep down.
Now your lace is scathed-
I scurry back...
Our lace is scathed, we are cracked.
I tamper and it breaks some more.
Our lace is untied,
Our shoes untied.
I want to try to re-tie,
But we divide.
That I can tie this shoe,
If you want me to.
Even If my lace is covered in dye,
And yours is scatched..but its
Getting fixed-stitch by stitch.
So can we put on this shoe?
Tie this shoe?
Because I want to walk again,