Poems"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson.
Rhythm, rhyme, sound, words, and meaning - poetry brings all of these together to invoke your imagination. An ancient form that has existed for longer than the written language, poetry - in its varied forms - has something for everyone. In this section, we bring you the myriad colors and shades of this beautiful literary form.
Death Is But...
Facing the inevitable.
Sometimes the first love is the one that hurts the most.
Let Me Intruduce Myself
Does the power of seduction endorse itself on our glorious leaders? Are they truly aware of the dangers? As global warming brings higher tides, greater storms, and drought. The real threat of a meteor strike... the upsurge in...
More pain released!
A Date With Death
A little ghostly tale for Christmas.
What I'm Feeling
This was written in the spur of the moment. Just capturing what I was feeling.
Be My Sunshine
Somewhere in my heart...
You Shall Live Eternally In My Heart
Into a sacred kingdom, filled in a new world of dreams....
My Foolish Pride
A deep regret.
The Cross I Wear
A poem about not being ashamed of your faith.
Illusions of fear can be very real.
The loss of a soulmate after thirty-nine plus years.
A poem about a life lived "Shaghla bhagla".
A poem cursing the cruelty of death.
A frosty tale for Christmas.
Is political correctness a tool used by governments to curb the democratic right to free speech?
Gilbert of Calderwood
A short ballad done in the tradition of a 'ghost story for Christmas'.
A Poem for a Friend
A poem to describe my feelings for one of my best friends, and for friends in general.
We always want to be someone else. We're not happy with our lives. We're too scared to be different, and too uncomfortable while aping others. What an impasse we experience.
My Pride, My Lost
When love stares right at your face, spend a moment and consider it, lest you lose a precious pearl.
Lost in Paradise
What's makes a woman different from a man? She's oppressed, suppressed, depressed, and repressed. Achieving a dream for a woman, is an even bigger struggle. Sadly, the world is not going to change anytime soon.
They Did This
'I hate him. She did this to me. They all did this to me. I'm depressed, I'm dying. I can't take it anymore.' That's what we all think, but very few people can make a change, some just succumb to the pressure. Those were the only...
To the Man Seated Behind Me in the Theater
Dedicated to the man seated behind me during the Henry V production.
Dost Thou Apprehend?
You chose her... again.
Words of Wisdom
The words of a dying father to his son.
I Knew I'd Make It
The joyous song of my heart.