I hid under this robe of pretence And watched you slit me in tense, The dagger sunk in five feet deep I stood, watching my heart weep. Lies wrapped in...
They say death is sweet Sweeter than honey,precious than money Tasting like ice cream eaten with biscuit. They say living is a crime For those who have nothing Owning only...
Poverty or in riches Full or empty dishes Forever together Its you and I Strong or ill Or whatsoever still Forever together Its you and I Crushed or bruised Be...
We still remember you: The Shepherd of our time, The 'fun' of our time, The mentor of still now, The tutor of our time, We won't forget you. We still...
Over the bony oases rises a sorrowful song Like dark fumes in a broad day Whistling sonorously at random In the hamlet clutched in the fist of wars. The feud...
The radiantly shiny skin appeals to all Some call it the coal-tar-like. Others liken it to a charcoal... It’s her colour; black! Sometimes, she’s molested; called names, scorned- Called a...
Evening came Upon our mind, with blooming panorama Of spectra On the wide cushion of sky. [vale is not apt here] As we garnered like pile of pearls Around a...
Our hopes are dead and buried In the shallow graves of the battle field, Our cheeks are drenched With tears that flows like river. Sound of missiles and bomblasts Are...
A Cinquain is a short non-rhyming poem of 5 lines developed by Adalaide Crapsey. Note that it is pronounced “sin-cane,” not “sin-kwane”. This class of poetic forms is very popular...