Long Griever Poems

Felt like hurting myself tonight
Fighting with me, myself and I with might
But, now I want to dance the night away
Now, I want to sing my heart away
But, it’s time to rest
It’s time to try my...

Read More

"When pain is fresh and raw, others will extend
Sympathy to soothe a bit but sympathy has an end.
Meanwhile, the pain lingers on, absent of relief,
And sympathy fades away but not so, the Grief."

Time may lessen...

Read More

"When pain is fresh and raw, others will extend
Sympathy to soothe a bit but sympathy has an end.
Meanwhile, the pain lingers on, absent of relief,
And sympathy fades away but not so, the Grief."

Time may lessen...

Read More

O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing how butterflies
from the temple of fragmented armors
abandoned my spirit
at the altar of...

Read More

When the saint sun
is reborn from
the womb of wisteria,
rising above symphonies ~
scripting a saga,
of enlightenment
and coral coloured karma,
I ripple in rosettes,
as an avatar
of himalayan heartbeats ~
gently gushing
in lavender lullabies
of golden Gaia ~
her earth-glinted garlands
cradling me
in...

Read More

In a state of half a dream and half awake
  I await 

tantra trinkets shine in pieces across night skies  
scattered stars the litter of our synchronized wishes 
broken symbols of our disenchanted...

Read More

Cinematic overture
Chagall’s whimsy
Dracula and the dinner guest
Dessert invitational
Dueling hearts
A thousand mirrors old
Stories from the pages of history
Abracadabra
Hungarian rhapsody
Mountains of Bavaria

Tiger eye quartz
Falling from the heights
A storm is brewing
The earth bleeds
The doomsday clock
Eyeing the hour glass
Of...

Read More

Cinematic overture
Masquerade ball macabre
Stories from the pages of history
The winter cemetery
Abracadabra
Mountains of Bavaria
Hungarian rhapsody
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
Born with two left feet
The shakiest gun in the west
Dracula and the dinner guest
Chagall’s whimsy
Frost like filigree
A snowqueen...

Read More

Many claim to see her there with her knees up under her chin, her arms are delicately cradling her head as she dreams of his returning again
She is shrouded by the warmth of the fog...

Read More

How would you like to envisage this transience,
now, that you have ascended this mortal realm;
Thousands of references under your options
now choose, with your gifted conscience.

How about the reference of an orphan
sheltered under the rich's shade,
wandering...

Read More

Brian William Haw stood strong
He never quit his whole life long
His principles oozed forth peace
He strongly believed that he wasn't wrong

Brian's life was influenced
By his dad's suicide incident
After serving in the war
Brian now for peace...

Read More

Look inside 
Down deep inside 
and tell me what you find
in the bottom of your soul
Look in the mirror 
stare at your reflection
and tell me what you see
in those bright blue eyes
Do the looks match...

Read More

I'm suffocating without you, my life breather.
Forever missing you, your greatest griever.

You created my life by the blood in your veins.
The color of your eyes, on my heart, stains.

Sounds of your laughter echo like thunder.
I...

Read More

I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Who roams in the corridors seen by none
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
I saw her walk past the doors
Hair draped by sunshine, footsteps against the floor
The touch so gentle as...

Read More

As a dreamer, I never once dwelled on schemers,
            so, as a believer, I fell for him, a deceiver. 
I became an anger screamer...

Read More

Spin your web, oh gentle spider
Gentle spider maker of wondrous things
In a hazy morning dew so splendid
With your  sticky string so mended
Simple life is what you kindle
So concentrated on your quilt

A breeze runs past...

Read More

My Thoughts are Different
by  Landon Phillips

The things I believe are not the same as what you believe
My thoughts are different and my trust is naive
I can’t say I’m perfect but I can say that...

Read More

Pessimism is a perplexive fine phase 
Wherein orb-adversity reign the days
The darkest hours of the desperate gaze
Those evade to every pervading rays.

No option that he could, or can opt for
For everything seems futile to adopt
Where...

Read More