Meets Poems - Poems about Meets

So much can change so quickly in a life. Love is the path, not a destination… When feelings become thoughts of “man and wife,” It takes blood and tears, and perspiration. We think this might be where we’ll always be, As peaks and valleys make us whine and groan. The road ahead is truly hard to see But hardships lighten when you’re...

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With nothing but a jawbone, I unhinge the night, let silence die— book of broken psalms, toothless songs of what was right, of what went wrong beneath the hush of watchful sky. No prize, no game, no lullaby— just marrow's oath and blood gone dry. I didn’t mean to last this long with nothing but a jawbone. Still, blood remembers how to lie, to shape...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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Where the heat meets the flame I don't care for love... don't care for much, You've taken away everything... with your filthy touch I don't feel your pain... though blood pours like rain I'll meet you there... where the heat meets the flame These chains hold me down... Bind me in place This evil haunts me in my dreams, with his stone cold face Don't ever let...

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She did everything she could And yet somehow it wasn't enough She did everything right Yet she still lost the fight From the very first moment She was born She was was Stripped of her voice There were complications with her mum But before they could help she was gone Her father was falsely imprisoned The child was silent But there was...

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Electricity crackles in the air roller-coaster careening off its track as silver trumpets blare Gangs teem and thrive in jungles from Africa to American streets shells of...

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The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots The shrinking Thymus Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in...

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Love meets us where we are and sees through Our disguises Our guises Our performances Our nuances Our expectations Our innovations Our convictions Our contradictions Our excellencies Our inconsistencies Love greets us where we are Sees right through us and does not run away ...

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You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing I call you by name not to possess it but because it is the only prayer I have ever known how to say You are the sea—each wave not an argument but a hymn a hymn without...

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Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning, Surely this will be a wonderful day, For every cloud that we will see On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining, Designed just for you and me. Adventure was nearing, I felt it in my bones, I want Sandy to have an unforgettable day, Hey Sandy, did you see that Unicorn, It was white...

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Yesterday’s ours only to muse On, the morrow, to win or lose. To those not knowing this, Time gives a passing kiss-- O it pays well today to choose. _______________________ Happenings |14.02.2025| political, pride Note: AAP party’s chief ruled Delhi for ten long years with a strong majority only to be undone in recent elections. Reason? Hubris. He failed to learn...

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Little Wolf met her namesake this week at Apache festival with her brother. They were together all week, running from one booth to another Can we keep him? She asked her father, a chief and her mother. I will keep him at my house, offered her giving grandmother. Little Wolf, wolves need to stay in their packs, and run...

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Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse, casts its august shroud on benign witness, shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift, encompass cosmopolitan and temporal, incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned, astute statue of nuance and nicety, crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl, Christmas that propitious seasonable fount, amid the merriment and jubilation stirred, can wry dispensation be somehow drowned, sculpted mould epitomising solemn pearls, to counter spartan sparkle an...

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At the edge of thoughts, where the sky meets the earth in an endless kiss, I hear the call of a mysterious beauty, a melody of wind among the trees, The desire to lose myself in the unknown beats my heart like an old clock, Endlessly seeking a secret hidden beyond the horizon, where dreams dance with reality, My...

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In the soft glow of a December moon, Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms, The Buddha sat, Eyes closed, heart open, Listening to the whisper of winter's breath. A star pierced the dark velvet sky, Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth. It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones, But of a manger’s quiet humility, Of a child swaddled in simplicity, Love cradling...

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