Best Mugging Poems

teetering the streets early morning dawn
as I left the swagger at the bar guzzling beers
I encountered the devil

the butt of a gun stopped the fun...

Read more of this work...

No not the portrait when you were younger, my dear
Just a Polaroid snapshot at the beach that year
No earrings, no make-up, your hair was a...

Read more of this work...

The sun slowly rises over the horizon
casting its rays turning night to day.
Chasing away the lingering darkness
revealing the hills and shadow cast valleys.

Details become more...

Read more of this work...

They Call It Wounded Knee 

I came, I saw, I cried;
To the field where they died.
They call it Wounded Knee;
My peoples' history.

Bodies lying, frozen to...

Read more of this work...

As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows...

Read more of this work...

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee so that I throw up on sight
Of thee, and when my ire is...

Read more of this work...

So from first circle started the descent
Down to the second, which contains less
And more pain, stinging to a great extent.

There the horrible Minòs growls giving...

Read more of this work...

Let freedom rain like the drops from the sky
Let freedom reign it was said but to me it’s a lie

What does it mean to be...

Read more of this work...

6. Softly she sits upon my knee.
I doze and drift as the radio squeaks
Of sunspots and the honeybee.
The cab wind whistles and creeks.
I sense monstrous,...

Read more of this work...

the Indian education system is the worst
because the parents and students aim for first
this is because education is turning out to money
but this is not...

Read more of this work...

He had sleepless dreams ....

Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat...

Read more of this work...

hello bartender , please serve me a shot
for what i have done i wish i forgot
i lied to my parents and went to smoke weed
stole...

Read more of this work...

WHAT  A  PLEASURE IS  THIS ONE ?

It was a dull an evening Sunday
Nothing except HCL,was in my stomach
Asked my daughter to prepare...

Read more of this work...

Two hundred and forty seconds or more,
Laying, fetal position in Mother’s fluids,
Fighting for air, for life
Foreshadowing his existence.

Birthed, alone
Taken from one home of solitude to...

Read more of this work...

Note~this is not autobiographical



I wear a mask, even at home.
My husband protests, that he must now sleep all alone.



I clean my kitchen for hours each...

Read more of this work...