Writing>Poetry

This is a short poem about a person (I don't know who) who speaks out his last words before Hell devours him.

One is a very powerful number. For everything in this world begins with one small step.

Some one wants to give life to fused bulbs So I thought why not be one like a real poet.This is a simple form of unsumptioness of a poet.

This poem is a brief praise for a par excellence Indian poet ,who writes excellent poetry in the English language. I have observed many Indians have a command of the foreign languages.

A reflection on genetic inheritance and the nature of familial identity.

This has come about cos today I was given a birthday card from my parents which they had kept for me. The card was for my fourth birthday from my Nanny Vi. I never knew my granddad.

Summer's end, a time of gentle mourning before Fall's brightly colored invitation to sleep.

This, i think, is the best poem i've made so far. So please read it and tell me your opinion!

This is not my first, nor my last poem writting.

I wrote it between guarding shifts at the army about 5 years ago.. I realized that almost everybody ease the tension by smoking, while I prefer my MP3 player..

It is basically a (Franz) Kafka experience, influenced by his book "The Trail". Quite delusional..

Its a common falacious thought that most of us share and tend to believe, that we can make some money over here, on all and any site.This sweet poem simply attempts to stop one from blinking.

This poem was inspired by an orchestrated chorus song that I once heard. The sound of it gave me these feelings that I twisted and turned to my advantage and into what became as the official poem. This poem, I admit has a very gothic tone to it, yet it is also a very depressing poem a...

a powerful and gripping sign of insanity, a story/poem of a man who has no emotions just insanity

the daily life of a homeless person.. his raw emotions exposed