Best Hunchbacks Poems

The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken reins
the Morning of the Hurricanes,
sigh “it’s no use, it’s all...

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SOME PEOPLE… 


some people beg in the corners of the streets –
cover themselves in rags of ex-clothes thickened by the streets’ slime
dig in trash for spoiled foods and dirty empty bottles
huddle above the sewage covers in the cold nights
and I hide my hands in the...

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Men grow beards to feel more free,
But looking like a caveman isn't freedom,
It just means you'll always have soup on your face,
Nor does sipping softly on organic green tea,
Or turning a book to page ninety to seem more accomplished than those around you,
Smoking electronic cigarettes...

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Land lying in solitude

air always in rage

water becoming diamonds

where the color of orange prevails

Everywhere lies the portrait of sand

done by hands of nature

sometimes dancing together in hands

with the fiery tune of air

Deep beneath are homes

holding ownership by countless lives

plants with swords, here and there

yet becoming...

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You see those ones, 
Those ones over there? 
With hunchbacks
And disfigured rears. 
Those ones, who trampled
On our names and wouldn't care. 
Those ones who were too big
To be called our peers. 
They told us we knew nothing
That our brains were bare, 
And even the mantle...

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We were invited to a house
which had a rusty door.
We went inside and heard a sound
made by the creaky ____________.   
boar   floor   store

We looked around the living room.
We tried to find our host.
And there he was — all dressed...

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Pulling against the grains, no matter which way they go
       For one reason or another, always the sand seems to blow
     With postures of hunchbacks, price of constantly stooping low 
  Hard work moving...

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