Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Quotes
Short Stories
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Resources
Syllable Counter
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 18.218.3.111
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
The window lets in an odd solitary ray of light, Of timid color, a cusp between twilight and night. It lands hesitatingly on the golden tip of my pen, and then blasts into the iris of my eye, half open. Startled, I squint but soon realise its but a reminder, That the affairs of the day, I should soon surrender, And be on my way, to the place I call home, For it'll be a few hours of a tiring roam, Through the gentle gloam before I can see its dome. ‘No, no, it’s too early,’ I grievingly mutter. As I try to gather the notes scattered asunder, From a pale and oft molested whiteboard, To weave them into a crisp, meaningful report. One that I must present in the new-born morn, Not sleepy eyed, to eagle eyed executives of power, Attired smart, in a confident and assured tone, Their queries must I field, without a cower. It had ripped me from my sleep, the phone, With its unrelenting wail at dawn, At it again, with a sweet jingle and a message lone, With goosebumps, on me it does finally dawn, That I will be a prisoner of my chair until dawn. I shake and then scratch my head; i blink and then close my eyes, It’s too much to cram in too short a time, they cry. I slam my fists and then take a deep breath, to let those fumes of anger dissipate, and let my fingers dance on the plastic array of alphabets. At half past ten, with my eyes heavy and swollen, I decide to reclaim what’s left of the day, And be on my way, to the place I call home, For it'll be a few hours of a tiring roam Through the rainy night before I can see its dome. Its half past two, before I hit the bed, With the after taste of a hastily devoured supper, in my mouth, I steal a quick glance at the screen, out of habit, With a frown, I shake and then scratch my head, No revert yet, on the 'urgent' report. Four hours hence, the phone wails again, Jolted from my sleep, I blink and then rub my eyes, ‘Sorry, but could you stop by a bit early?’ he prays, In despair, I rip me from my sleep, to begin yet another day.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required