Routine Poems - Poems about Routine

...I (a youthsome, wholesome, jokesome, handsome,... gamesome, chucklesome, bothersome, and awesome modest fellow)... does not deliberately court immortalization, and wonders what criteria confer el......Read the rest...

...The walls of despair hides in the dark Who can phantom the blood guilt of shame? One moment there is a smile but the night ends in grief The nightmare of uncertainty rests in the heart of potent......Read the rest...

...Violence in the political party A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All f......Read the rest...

...In the world of deep shadows and lights torn by time, where every thought and inspiration twirls in the silence of the abyss, the creative being, a unique entity from the fragile weave of humanity,......Read the rest...

...Sometimes on my morning walk, When no one is around, I’ll pass by a photographer And know that I am bound To see a dressed-up couple, Posed and smiling, thinking of The lovely pics to show to......Read the rest...

...Bow down To the 13 bullets you were given, Now load your machines Now now One foot before the other, Don't stray from the way, no end to the means Heads down, As you walk through a......Read the rest...

...Under the enigmatic glow of twilight, Where shadows blend into the fabric of existence, I find myself caught in endless thoughts, Whispers of consciousness undulating like waves, Reflecting on li......Read the rest...

...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......Read the rest...

...In town of Holy Face, now Halez Fax Are rows of back-to-backs in terraces Between the mills that belch their thick black smoke. Industry now dominates hill and dale. Manufacture is mast......Read the rest...

...He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place, Unfit for this life tethered by chains, this era devoid of grace. A time of empty haste, progress but an illusory facade, A life starvin......Read the rest...

...There's no wind for the sails So I'll slowly drift back to shore All packed up for a journey That I won't be making any more There's no wind for the sails I will just sit here and ponder The......Read the rest...

...It's that part of the year again, How many times has this happened? When did it start? I can’t remember. When my mind rages like a storm-tossed sea, And I sit, helpless, drowning, In waves that......Read the rest...

...Michael Joseph Jackson Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of t......Read the rest...

...enlivened by the wafting breeze a deep desire arose heart was hesitant to release rapture within that grows walkers, runners, both young and old shared gifts of Mother Earth the void heard al......Read the rest...

...VULNERABLE Being of a certain age and classed as vulnerable, The Government decreed that I should stay indoors. Perversely, just a month before, my doctor recommended That I sh......Read the rest...