English poetry

In the hum of the Night

2025-05-22T05:44:00.004+05:00

As the morning light bleeds into the peaceful darkness of my room I can’t help but think, it’s been quite a while since the thought of you has crept my mind. Didn’t I always want this? Didn’t I wanted to ease myself of the pain of your remembrance? Why do I then feel this wave of gloom washing over me as you slowly become a fading memory that once was? Is this what healing feels like?

Love came and it shattered my heart to bits and it never returned. I have never felt love after you it’s almost as if you took my ability to feel love along with you. I have learnt to pretend, quite a skill to have. It helps me survive the torturous cruel life or whatever is left of it. My eyes ache for a sight of you while my heart tells me it can’t take it once more. No. At times I want to be left alone in the peaceful hum of the night while I stare into the abyss recollecting the memories of you smiling at my corny jokes. “This shall pass soon” I hear you say while you read the tales of my heart well it hasn’t. Maybe it never will and if it does I would look straight into your eyes and say you were right. It wasn’t love after all.

Phoenix

A little rant

2025-03-22T01:04:00.003+05:00

It's been quite a while since I wrote something. This is not some poetry or any artistic bullshit its just my rants so, read it if you like. I have lost some part of me that was so dear to me, the dark side of me that would constantly look into the void and see it staring back. The nothingness and void has been filled, or at least that's how i feel. Even though it is replaced by "something" i am not sure if it is all color but hey at least it is something, right? At least i feel fulfilled finally after so so long. The black is replaced by something grey and that's something to be joyful about i guess. Shit has been alright lately, things are not the worst. Nothing is as planned (if only i had a plan lol) but it's alright can't complain. Sometimes here and there i catch myself zone out for a sec either looking at the moon or towards a constellation, but i haven't had those episodes of endlessly staring at the ceiling lying on the bed. I've been having really vivid dreams whenever i get to sleep for an hour or two. The dreams are almost lucid and these are not happy dreams nor are they sad, lemme put it this way: the moment i wake up i feel like Freud's theory about having dreams seems very reasonable. I guess it really is my subconscious talking to me or communicating what it wants.

There are a lot of things that shouldn't have happened the way they did, (i know... ranting about my past is kinda of a trait now ig) and I keep replaying scenarios in my head of what should've happened instead. I don't like talking about all that stuff but then out of the blue comes along a day like today where i don't know what else to do (even though i have A LOT to do if i am being honest). I wish i was delusional and didn't think this much about shit that don't matter, or shit that has passed already but i guess thinking about shit like this over and over again is kinda who i am now. Sometimes i am hit with this intense feeling of unease and restlessness reminiscing my choices, thinking ever single one of them was flawed and if i had a choice i would immediately start over again but i can't. But its alright, i have no regrets whatsoever. FUCK IT ALL.

Blank Slate

2024-07-24T03:54:00.002+05:00

What a tragedy it is

Love, a sacred curse

A spell on the heart

Drives a person mad

Like a figurine on strings

It dwells the lover into madness

A madness of cravings

Cravings for more

More of the beloved

Their sight and odor

Like an addict craving

For the needle to pierce a vein

I crave for you always

To destroy me my love

All over again and again

Their touch and attention

The warmth of their embrace

Comfort of their company

Slow yet steadily now

Love feeds on it all

Love happens but once

A feeling that can’t replicate

No matter what they offer

Can’t outweigh what was

The heavy load of love

Confession

2024-05-27T13:18:00.007+05:00

Dear love What are you? The more I think I understand you, the more you surprise me with a face I have never seen before. Are you the wave of sadness that takes over a child when he loses his favorite toy, or are you the tears of the mother who aches for the sight of her dead son? Are you the silence of the father who hugs his son to war or the cries of the 30-year-old woman who just lost her husband to cancer? Perhaps you are the late-night thoughts of a teenage boy who dreams of being noticed by this one fellow human or the diffidence of a girl to face this one boy at school who she thinks is the smartest guy in the universe. You might even be the desire of the young student who bunks his school to play cricket or the torment of his teacher who tells him not to. Sometimes, it all feels like an illusion, something that we hold on to just because of our instinctive need to be with someone, but then my heart pounds against my chest, almost breaking my ribs, reminding me of a peace it has left somewhere in the past. A piece that contained the meaning of my existence and the answer to my long and empty looks into nothingness. Love may not be so abstract after all. It might be the result of an instinctive behaviour or a byproduct of our social nature. But what is the shame in that? Even if we reduce it to the lowest lows, love always wins. Someone told me on a random night at 3 that love is very dark, and we don’t talk about it enough, and now I understand what she meant. The darkness that love brings is what shapes the thoughts and beliefs of a lover. The constant need for attention or at least a look of the beloved, the urge to confront them with your love yet the fear of being sidelined. Love destroys lives, but we can’t stop feeling it anyway. Love takes over the heart like a parasite feeding on every other emotion until all the heart can feel is love.

I remember

2024-04-10T05:19:00.007+05:00

I remember

that first night

we stayed up past 3 am

and all we did is talk

i remember

thinking that i could

listen to you talk

forever

and how i've never felt that way

about anyone before

i remember

that night

at 3 am

that was the momemt

i fell in love

Will You (Continued...)

2024-03-18T22:20:00.002+05:00

Will You (Continued...)

We laughed again and talked a lot

I thought we made a difference

We promised for shared future shots

Over the cries of vengeance

We promised to see the world along

We promised to get drunk at our bar

We promised not to let one alone

We promised to stay same despite how far

Then the day of 15th july

The day of grief and darkness

I tried to stay all polite

Failing to conquer the void or part

I wanted to tell you everything

A story that would bring you pain

I cannot tell you no matter what

The trust in your own will fade

You always deserve to be happy

Maybe i was an unknown thorn

Am glad you threw one thron away

Yet the thorn loves you in a way his own

You told me to keep a diary

I did and started writing

The words were hard to swallow

Every syllable a tale of fighting

I hoped the day after that

To get killed or die ASAP

Although broke a bone or two

You never asked… ugh! My bad

I do have reasons to hate me

A cut for every look in the mirror

A river of tears before sleep, you see?

Some puffs of green dispair

This isn’t a ballad of love or war

Or else a poem of death or living

This is to ask you from the core

Will you keep promises we made dreaming

By:

A sad man who breathes but wishes to stop soon

Will You?

2024-03-15T17:53:00.008+05:00

Will You?

I latched on to a broken twig

To hold myself from falling

When i was pushed by a lovely fig

Dreams with whom compelling

I knew it from the first day though

No matter what am not her type

Not caring the heart starts jumping slow

Regardless of the brains hype

We met someday, a heavenly place

She recognized, i felt am high

I asked bout her life n friends

She roasted everyone on sight

The apocalypse passed in silence

We never met nor shared a word

Your thoughts flew without licence

Like some pretty little bird

Then day thee came, Finally

We met again me overjoyed

I spent the day looking at you

From a blindspot of yours

I made stuff up to talk to you

But promised self it never repeats

Our love will fill the dead with blue

A tale of truths with no deletes

We talked again, and yet again

With laughs and shouts sometimes

Until she told me she loves someone

Then it was an urge for crimes

I felt like a worthless piece of shit

I smoked, drank and hurt thyself

For a month or two with this drit

She talked me out we good again

Part II coming up

Deities... A call for humanity!

2021-11-02T22:02:00.003+05:00

"Deities"

Our God is greater than your one

my religion is right your's is just a fiction

Look! they are fighting disclaiming that you hate wars

homicides think killing is what makes way to seventh heaven

Hands filled with gore; they shout "we are the entrepreneurs of heaven"

Orisons are meaningless if your prayer contain curse for others

I wish we were told to be kind instead of religious

I wish we were taught to follow humanity, not a religion

I wish we were directed to fetch food to hungry bellies rather than taking fasts

I wish we were ordered not to break hearts instead of restricting shrine shatters

Perhaps, no deity told us to do what we are doing now

praying for heaven making others life worse than hell

Writer: UNKNOWN

The Secret Heart by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

2021-10-23T16:02:00.004+05:00

The Secret Heart

Across the years he could recall

His father one way best of all.

In the stillest hour of the night

The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams, he saw his sire

With his great hands full of fire.

The man has struck a match to see

If his son slept peacefully.

But when he touched the sleepyhead

His match fire left his finger red

Nocturne by Countee Cullen

2020-05-29T16:15:00.003+05:00

Nocturne

Tell me all things false are true,

Bitter sweet, that false are wise;

I will not doubt nor question you;

I am in a mood for lies.

Tell me all things ill turn good;

Thew and sinew will be stronger

Thriving on the deadly food

Life proffers for their hunger.

Paint love lovely, if you will;

Be crafty, sly, deceptive;

Here is fertile land to till,

Sun seeking, rain receptive.

Hold my hand and lie to me;

I will not ask you How nor Why;

I see death drawing nigh to me

Out of the corner of my eye.

BY : Countee Cullen

Four Elms By Paul Engle

2020-05-21T11:28:00.001+05:00

Four Elms

Whoever it was that planted them

A hundred years ago,

Spread roots apart and tamped in earth

Would now be great to know

Another man, tree-comforted,

Waits for their leaves to grow.

So cloase they are to the house wall

He could have had no fear

That worn with winter and the weight

Of every growing year

They might break roof and window down

Before his sleep could hear.

Yet if they should destroy the house

It would not be so wrong:

Three generations now had heard

Branch lifting and bird song.

we take a chance on anything

We want to keep for long.

By : Paul Engle

Losers By Carl Sandburg

2020-05-15T20:13:00.004+05:00

Losers

If I should pass the tomb of Jonah

I would stop their and sit awhile;

Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark

And came out alive after all.

If I pass the birial spot of nero

I shall say to the wind, "Well, well!"_

I would have fiddled in a world of fire,

I who have done so many stunts not worth the doing.

I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too.

I want to shake his ghost-hand and say,

"Neither of us died very early, did we?"

And the last sleeping-place of Nebuchadnezzar

When I arrive there I shall tell the wind:

"You ate grass; I have eaten crow

Who is better off now or next year?"

Jack Cade, John Brown, Jesse James,

There too I will stop and sit down for awhile.

I think I could tell their headstones:

"God, let me remember all good losers."

I could ask people to throw ashes on their heads

In the name of that sergeant at Belleau Woods,

Walking into the drumfires, calling his men,

"Come on, you! Do you want to live forever?"

By ____Carl Sandburg

O What Is That Sound? By W . H. Auden

2020-05-12T07:52:00.001+05:00

O What Is That Sound?

O what is that sound that so thrills the ear

Down in the valley drumming, drumming?

Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,

The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear

Over the distance brightly, brightly?

Only the sun on their wepons, dear,

As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear,

What are they doing this morning, this morning?

Only their usual manoeuvres, dear,

As they step lightly.

O why have they left the road down there,

Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?

Perhaps a change in their orders, dear.

Why are you kneeling?

O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,

Haven't they reined their horses, their horses?

Why, They are none of them wounded, dear,

None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want with white hair,

Is it the Parson, is it, is it?

No, they are passing his gateway, dear,

Without a visit.

O it must be the farmer who lives so near,

It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?

They have passed the farm already, dear,

And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me here!

were the vows you swore me decieving, decieving?

No, I promised to love you, dear,

But I must be leaving.

O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,

O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;

Their feet are heavy on the floor

And their eyes are burning.

By W . H. Auden

The Fox And the Grapes by Joseph Lauren

2020-05-03T20:07:00.002+05:00

The Fox And the Grapes

One sunner's day a fox was passing through

An orchard; faint he was and hungry, too.

When suddenly his keen eye chanced to fall

Upon a bunch of grapes above the wall.

"Ha! Just the thing!" he said. "Who could resist it!"

He eyed the purple cluster - jumped - and missed it.

"Ahem!" he coughed. "I'll take more careful aim,"

And sprang again. Results were much more the same,

Although his leaps were desperate and high.

At length he paused to wipe a tearful eye,

And shrug a shoulder. "I am not so dry,

And lunch is bound to come within the hour ...

Besides," he said, "I am sure those grapes are sour."

THE MORAL IS:

We somehow want the peach

That always dangles just beyond our reach;

Until we learn never to be upset

With what we find too difficult to get.

By: Joseph Lauren

Fable of the mountain and the squirrel by Ralphwaldo Emerson

2020-05-02T12:36:00.002+05:00

Fable of the mountain and the squirrel

The mountain and the squirrel

Had a quarrel,

And the former called the latter "little prig";

Bun replied,

"You are doubtless very big;

But all sorts of things and weather

Must be taken in togather,

To make up a year

And a sphere.

And I think it no disgrace

To occupy my place.

If I am not so large as you,

You are not so small as I

And no half so spry.

I will not deny you make

A very pretty squirrel track;

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;

If i cannot carry forests on my back,

Neither can you crack a nut"

By ___ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bonnie George Campbell_________ By an unknown poet

2020-04-30T12:22:00.001+05:00

Bonnie George Campbell

High upon highlands,

And low upon Tay,

Bonnie George Campbell

Rode out on a day;

Saddled and bridled,

And gallant to see:

Home came his good horse,

But home came not he.

Out ran his old mother,

Wild with despair;

Out ran his bonnie bride,

Tearing her hair.

He rode saddled and bridled,

With boot to the knee

Home came his good horse,

But never came he.

"My meadow lies green,

And his corn is unshron,

My barn is unbuilt,

And my babe is unborn."

He rode saddled and bridled,

Careless and free:

Safe home came the saddle,

But never came he.

The writer of this poem is unknown...

Crystal Moment By ____Robert P. Tristram

2020-04-27T21:18:00.001+05:00

Crystal Moment

Once or twice this side of death

Things can make one hold his breath.

From my boyhood I remember

A crystal moment of september.

A wooded island rang with sounds

Of church bells in the throats of hounds.

A buck leaped out and took the tide

With jewels flowing past each side.

With his high head like a tree

He swam with in a yard of me.

I saw the Forest's holiness

On him like a fierce caress.

Fear made him lovely past belief,

My heart was trembling like a leaf.

He leaned towards the land and life

With need upon him like a knife.

In his wake the hot hounds churned,

They streached their muzzles out and yearned.

They bayed no more, but swam and throbbed,

Hunger drove them since they sobbed.

Pursued, pursuers reached the shore

And vanished. I saw nothing more.

So they passed, a pageant such

As only Gods could witness much,

Life and death upon one tether

And running beautiful togather.

By: ______Robert P. Tristram

The Spider_________ by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

2020-04-26T07:08:00.001+05:00

The spider

With six small diamonds for his eyes

He walks upon the summer skies,

Drawing from his silken blousee

The lasework of his dwelling house.

He lays his staircase as he goes

Under his eight thougtful toes

And grows with the contransic flower

Of his shadowless, thin bower.

His back legs are a pair of hands,

They can spindleout the strands

Of a thread that is so small

It stops the sunlight, not at all.

He spins himself to threads of dew

Which will harden soon into

Lines that cut like slender knives

Across the insects' airy lives.

He makes no motion but is right,
He spreads out his appetite
Into a network, twist on twist,
This little ancient scientist.

He does not know he is unkind,
He has a jewel for a mind
And logic deadly as dry bone,
This small sun of Euclid's own.

By: ___ Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Concord Hymn________ by Ralph Waldo Emerson

2020-04-01T20:59:00.001+05:00

Concord Hymn

By the rude bridge that Arched the flood,

Their flag to aprail's breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattled farmers stood

And fired the shot heard around the world.

The foe long since in scilence selpt;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time the ruined bridge has swept

Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,

We set to-day a votive stone;

That memory may their deed redeem,

When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made that heroes dare

To die, and leave their children free,

Bid time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to them and thee.

By _____________ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm Nobody! Who Are You? _______ By Emily Dickinson

2020-03-31T06:13:00.003+05:00

I'm Nobody! Who Are You?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us_don't tell!

They would banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public like a frog.

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

By__________Emily Dickinson

Adventures of Isabel__________ By Orden Nash

2020-03-30T07:06:00.005+05:00

Adventures of Isabel

Isabel met an enormous bear;

Isabel,Isabel, didn't care.

The bear was hungry,the bear was revenous,

The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.

The bear said, Isabel, great to meet you,

How do, Isabel, now i'll eat you!

Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry;

Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

She washed her hand and straightened her hair up,

Then Isabel quitely ate the bear up.

Once on a night as black as pitch

Isabel met a wickedold witch.

The witch's face was crossed and wrinkled,

The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.

Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed,

I'll turn you into an ugly toad

Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry;

Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,

But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.

Isabel met a hideous giant,

Isabel continued self-reliant

The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,

He had one eye in the middle of his forehead

Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,

I'll grind your bones to make my bread.

Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry;

Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

She nipped the zwieback that she always fed off,

And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.

Isabel met a troublesome doctor,

He punched and poked till he really shocked her.

The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills,

And the doctor's satched bulged with pills.

The doctor said unto Isabel,

Swallow this it will make you well.

Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry;

Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

She took those pills from the pill-concocter,

And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.

By___ Ogden Nash

The Four Little Foxes by Lew sarett

2020-03-28T06:52:00.001+05:00

The Four Little Foxes

Speak gently, spring, and make no sudden sound;

For in my windy valley yesterday i found

New-born foxes squirming on the ground_

Speak gently.

Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow;

Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow,

The four little foxes saw there mother go_

Walk softly.

Go lightly, Spring, Oh give them no alarm;

When I covered them with boughs to shelter them form harm,

The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm_

Go lightly.

Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane;

Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain,

The new little foxes are shivering in the rain_

Step softly.

By__________________Lew Sarett

Swift Things Are Beautiful----------- by Elizabeth Coatsworth

2020-03-26T21:09:00.001+05:00

Swift Things Are Beautiful

Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And lightening that falls
Bright veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.

And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
The curves downwards to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quite of power.

By____________ Elizabeth Coatsworth

The House on the Hill-------- By Edwin Arlington Robinson

2020-03-26T09:36:00.001+05:00

The House on the Hill

They are all gone away,

The house is shut and still,

There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray

The winds blow bleak and shrill:

They are all gone away,

Nor is there one today

To speak them good or ill:

There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray

Around the sunken still?

They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play

For them is wasted skill:

There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay

In the house on the hill:

They are all gone away,

There is nothing more to say.

By________ Edwin Arlington Robinson

There Will Come Soft Rains...... by Sara Teasdale

2020-03-18T21:44:00.003+05:00

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum-trees in tremulous white.

Robins will wear their feathery fire

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished wtterly;

And spring herself when she woke at dawn

Would Scarely know that we were gone.

By: Sara Teasdale