CHARMING LOVE

CHARMING LOVE 

"I haven’t seen the fiery rays of sun,
But, saw it in your magnetic eyes !
 

I haven’t felt the cool gust of moon,
But,felt it in your zig-zag breathe !
 

I haven’t seen the flowers budding,
But,saw it in your glossy smile !
 

I haven’t seen “beauty” so far,
But,realised it is “you” obviously !
 

I haven’t felt the astounding feelings of love,
But,felt it when am alone without you ! "

By: R.AARTHIKA India

THE ROMANTIC VOICE

THE ROMANTIC VOICE

” Everyday,I wake up from siesta,

 Only after your cordial touch!

Everyday,I get into work,

 Only at your presence!

 My amusement lies nowhere,

 But on tip of your thumb!

Your warm touch on me,

 Makes you remit yourself!

You have rest on Sundays,

 But I work everyday,

 Just  for your recreation ”

 Told my tv-remote,

 To me in a romantic voice!"

By: R.AARTHIKA  "India"
 

God’s Gift

God’s Gift

"GOD hasn’t given me,

A Magical scale,

 To measure your beauty !

GOD hasn’t donated me,

Wings like a bird,

To fly at your garden !

GOD hasn’t granted me,

Horns like a bull,

To knock your enemies down !

GOD hasn’t  awarded me,

Birth like a bee,

To consume your honey smile !

GOD hasn’t provided me,

Birth like eye-lashes,

To protect your stunning eyes !

GOD hasn’t blessed me,

To come as rain,

To touch and play with you !

But, GOD has Gifted me,

       A Kind Heart,

       Only to care about you !"

By: R. AARTHIKA"India"

Mom

Mom

I write this poem in acknowledgment of my mother
The one who will always show me love like no other

She’s always been there through thick & thin
Bloods thicker than water, no matter where you've been

When everyone leaves and turns their backs
It’s time to change your ways, time to switch tracks

Ma Dukes is the one who showed me the way
She gave me a second chance, to be here today

A mothers love is something special
It has no strings and is never conditional

Never forget that no matter what you do
Your mother will always be there, to comfort you

With out her, who knows where I’d be
She showed me the door, and gave me the key

Turn the page, start a new chapter
I look forward to her love every day after

Your mother is more than a friend
She’ll be there with you until the end

A different kind of love, the love of a mother
I hope my mom knows how much I love her

Love Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dinners for Sinners

Dinners For Sinners

I wake up every morning at five thirty
Not because I’m grimy or dirty

But because the man yells chow
It’s not even food, but hell I’ll eat it now

Then after I eat I’ll go back to sleep
I wish I could do so for at least a week

Next time for I will wake, it not to be opposite a steak
But a shitty shank tray, with out even some cake

A little while longer, I sit, read and ponder
I wait to eat some more and let my mind wander

So here comes the last meal of the day
I wish the cooks to be fired, sent far away

For the food is utterly disgusting
Later to be on the toilet ass a busting

After sitting on the royal throne
I’ll try to go to sleep as I did once at home

This IS the life of an inmate
So value you life, don’t break your plate

Jail Poetry
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Feeble Attempt at Serenity

Feeble Attempt at Serenity

The intense light keeps me awake
Sunlight not a problem, but these are fake

Loud boisterous noises pierce my attempt
Pull the cover over, hardly a sound proof tent

In my own little land
Oblivious to what’s going on
Thinking out load pen in hand

I continue my writings pen to paper
The letters & words building a sky scraper

Use my concentrations to feed my brain
It’s the most useful method to hide my pain

For now I’m contained to this little house
Noisily I fill this paper, with ink I douse

Although on the inside played like a pawn
Once I get out, I know it’s on
To live my life free, is where I belong

Inspirational Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

The night is Christmas eve
St. Nick will be here,
or so I believe

We wrapped the finally gifts
Patiently we waited,
for Santa in shifts

Gather with family to sing Christmas cheer
Drank eggnog for once
 rather than beer

Yule log burning with urgent desire
We snuggle down with friends
To get close to the fire

We made a tray of cookies for Santa
An apple for Rudolph
Whispered “Quiet! Did I hear a someone cough?”

Finally we went off to sleep
In hopes of presents
We may keep

With visions of toys dancing in or head
We couldn’t wait for morning
To get out of out beds

Morning came quickly enough
But waking mom and dad at five thirty
Was awfully tough

We got started opening our stockings
Little by little we tore into each
Looks on our faces very shocking

So Santa had eventually came
In the middle of the night
Left us presents by name

And to everyone who reads this
It’s my pleasure
Have a wonderful Christmas


Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Four Seasons

Four Seasons

As summer to fall
Come crowded beaches & all

From hot to cool
Goes to an empty pool

Trees turn bare
Crisp clean air

Flowers will die
Snows in endless supply

Grounds covered in white
Changing seasons a delight

Cookies being baked
Only for other to sample & take

New things come alive
Spring times a wonderful surprise

Showers from up above
Set free a new born dove

From winter to spring, come summer & fall
The world is great, four seasons and all

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Food For Thought

Food For Thought

Who is thought and why must we feed him?
I wish thought was real, I’d really like to meet him

I think up words and write them down
Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes I frown

Use words to enhance your mind
Use them right to get out of a bind

Use thoughts as a path to be traced
Your brain is a terrible thing to waste

Know the difference between fact and fiction
Pick up a book and fill your prescription

Make wise decisions in your readings
After all it will save some beatings

Your brain is lake a tool
You have to fill it, to be less a fool

As contempt as a fish in a bowl
Sit back and take time to enhance your soul

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Mind Games

Mind Games

Time goes by ever so slowly
Our hopes & ambitions soaring so lowly

The time is passed with games we play
Indulged in Scrabble, Uno, and spades all day

Others drown themselves in meaningless books
Sometimes the titles receive weird looks

The best way to pass the time I find
Is get pen & paper and come up with a rhyme

Spend your time any way you can
For ever decreasing the time to span

How quickly the days will go by
Soon you’ll be set free, to go out and fly

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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