Category: Free Verse Poetry

A Most Unusual Name

Lets-call-her-Lee had long dreamed
of escaping;
of changing her name
and taking a Greyhound
to someplace deemed safe

Eternal Misery

Sunsets on your pale ripped jean
drops of twilights in my skin
such unquenchable longing
for the insatiable thirsts
intruding arteries inside out,
spurious blood of silence has
measured off our infamous hearts

Ethereal Beauty

Magical was this Sunset
By the Sea
As the art unfolded
Of the masterpiece
Sunset by the Sea at Twilight Time

As many times
That as l have witnessed
Sunsets and Sunrises
Living by the Sea;
Never
Have l seen such
Ethereal Beauty

From Nothing

The sky beams bright
In sparkled shine.
The room lights up in faith.
I breathe in hope.
I feel the strength
Of my invisible army
And embrace their presence.

Winter Song

A cloudy winter morning after a prolonged freezing chill
All these months, not one but three
The burrows emptying their rations
Hearts gathering their paces
Young couple from their frictional warmth
Venturing into balconies hand in hand

Torrid Turbulence

A torrid turbulence beset the evening
As mists swirled and leaves blew amok one cold night
While fearsome frosts gathered at the edge of the kingdom
Their assault by stealth to commence
Slowly forth by degrees they did creep
Under the cloak of darkness when all were abed

Emotional Fireflies

Thousand of whirling stars speckle the inscrutable blue curtain
graciously displaying a jubilant dance before the eyes of curious night owls,
accompanied by soul filled, hidden noises,
enveloped by the warm numbing scents of the vegetal creation.

She Comes in the Night

She comes in the night, sleek and evil.

Beware of the Night: this beautiful killer,
exquisite predator, demon.

Wolves roaming, blood thirsty.

She is waiting to devour your soul and your children.

On My Knees

When I am on my knees
& my head is bowed,
donโ€™t count me out.
I am trying to decide
if I am coming back
as fire or ice, but
trust me,
I am coming back.

Conversations With Ghosts

โ€œI do.โ€
Itโ€™s a whisper in the touch of his nose
on mine & the way it collides
with my skin;
how he feels like a phantom even
when heโ€™s within
reach. Then again, heโ€™s never
within reach anymore.

Stilled Waters, Serene Scene

The waters of the seas are stilled
And the serene moon
Casts its benign regard
Over the placid scene below
Dispensing blandishments
Upon the seascape entire

For Sale: A New Born’s Never-Worn

I clutch little baby hands, his body wrapped in a hospital sheet.
Itโ€™s blue and red โ€“ much like his skin; my baby.
His face is the image of peace, but thereโ€™s something
not right in the silence of it all. They take him and hide him
away from my desperate eyes, but itโ€™s a loud silence
that has my whole chest-bursting at the ribs.
I beg every god I know that he might breathe.
For me.
Please.

In the End

Time, a faithful companion
provides calmly expected answers.
Slow down,
observe the tiny things near to you,
then amplify your view,
move on with speedy pace,
placing your eyes on the wide horizon.
Alter the vision to comprehend
life’s design is never defined.

The Gratitude Poem

My failing to punctuate a sentence is both intentional and inability
Yet times my word power
So limited crept on repeating on the same tree
Like a bougainvillaea
With pale colours
But the critical acclaim but partial yet times
Fuelled my expressive venture like an adventure