Poetry Series
Vera Sidhwa - poems -
Publication Date: 2016
Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Vera Sidhwa()
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 A Bear
Oh teddy, I cuddle you, I look for the softness in you. My cuddling makes you soft, On my sofa cushion. I sit with you on my lap.
Oh bear, I meet you in the forest. I see all your huge fur, And large, sharp teeth, In your big mouth.
And I run the other way.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A Bird
A Bird
It was in my brain. It was in my veins. It just took off and then, Flew it's own way in and out.
The trees rocked in the wind. All nature seemed in, A fury and crazy. The bird flew away.
This was a real bird you see. It was in and out of me. I looked at in glee. It was the bird of perfection.
I knew it would bring news to me. For this I could really see, That all ideas have wings of their own. And this idea did too.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Chiming Bell
A Chiming Bell
A chiming bell resounded through, The daisies and flowers of this field. A chime heard by the flowers, Was their ever wanting need.
You see, their field was silent, And the flowers needed a sound. The chiming bell knew this, So it chimed about and around.
Through the loud fields now, The flowers began to listen. The bell well knew of this, And so it chimed and glistened.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A Daisy Love
A Daisy Love
A daisy love, And circle around the daisy. A field of yellow daisies, Out shine my feelings.
The feelings of sadness, Despair and disengagement, Go away, When I'm in a field of daisies.
I like my daisy love. I love my daisy field. The flower of my love, Is a daisy I feel.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 A Flower Puff Was Given To Me
A flower puff was given to me, By Heaven's hands. It lay sweetly, not moving, In my human hands.
I saw this puff, As God's amazing invention, Where he breathed his Mighty, Breath with much intention.
I loved this flower puff you see. It was in my hand, Heaven's glee, To make me wonder who made it so sweet, So to make my wondering eyes to it meet.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 A Girl
There was a Girl
There was a girl from 'I See, ' Who didn't know what I was saying. When I asked her why, Her only reply, Was 'I See, I See.'
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Hundred Days
Tropical City
Speak to me of flowers and sun light bright sun. The sun that warmed up cool down alleys Drenched in the cooled sun shine.
And I'll tell you of a hundred days When I wished all was well When I dreamed from a far away land. Yes, the sun drips took me away To monsoon rains and rain fires In the gorgeous tropical land.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Jolt
A Jolt
I was born with a jolt. A feeling that has been forgotten. But life itself is a jolt of many, Incidents going by, one by one.
A jolt, a jolt, too many jolts. Life does not happen on my time. And then it happens. And so I couldn't control it.
I only know it. I know my unsteadiness, Doesn't help matters any. I receive too many jolts.
I then discovered, The steady white and small flame, Burning steadily inside my center. It never blew left or right.
I think of that steady flame, Pointed straight and upward, When I receive a jolt. I live calmly.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Minute Too Fast
A minute too fast is how I walked past you, And in that I missed how beautiful you were too. I turned around to look, And you turned around to look too.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A New Day
A new day had begun, amongst the daffodils and daisies. They were all looking at each other in awe. They wondered why they were so beautiful in the morning. And the daisy told the daffodil how pretty it was.
A new day had begun, amongst the people at hand. They couldn't admit how beautiful the other ones were. And the man told the other man nothing.
A new day had begun, with children holding hands. Like the daffodil telling the daisy, They told each other how cute they were.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A New Hope
A New Hope
Scanning the bright sky above, My heart received a new hope. I had been holding dark emotions That now had an outlet.
Everyday I now Looked at life brightly. You were in it Everyday.
Scanning the bright sky above. My heart received a new hope And the new hope were You and me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Petal Of A Daisy
A Petal of a Daisy
He dropped a petal of a daisy. She saw it come down. She didn't smile, laugh or frown. He picked it up and gave it to her.
Now the smile arose from her face. She instantly loved him. He tilted her chin And a kiss gave her.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 A Poem In Your Eyes
A Poem in Your Eyes
I saw a poem in your eyes. No it was really there. You blinked so charmingly, When I was near.
I stared more and more, And more poems formed. I told myself I was lucky, So it went on and on.
I imagined a poem in your eyes, No it was really there. I never looked at another. I could only stare.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Sleigh
A Sleigh
A sleigh slid past me in the pretty snow And oh it put on such a show. It's horse pulled and pulled the sleigh And the snow pushed aside in play.
This sleigh was very pretty in slight. It didn't suffer any plight. I wondered where it was going Upward through the night.
It was Santa's sleigh I figured out. And then I looked around the night And shouted out.
I told Santa my street address. He looked down at me and nodded yes. The horse and sleigh took a turn And there it stood at my chimney.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 15 A Star
A Twinkling Star
Merrily that twinkling star was me. It wasn't far to see
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 16 A Truth
I went wandering one day. In which direction I couldn't say. This walk brought me to a lake. I couldn't fathom it's meaning for my sake.
I wondered why I wandered this way. Then a thought struck me in that usual way. The straight path had been difficult too, So I went a wandering for you.
It struck me little, It struck me big, That the roads to you, Were the most exciting.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 17 A Twinkling Star
A Twinkling Star
A twinkling star, Caught me attention. It seemed different than the others. It couldn't by me figure out why. I looked at it with a telescope now, And there it disappeared. That star of happiness did not appear. I began to look inwards now, And saw a little twinkle here and there. My happiness twinkled merrily. It was my twinkling star.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 18 Accuracy
It seemed you loved me, Ever and ever so. But you actually loved me, Never and never no.
I felt this feeling with accuracy.
You tried to conceal the feeling in you, When I was so deeply falling for you. I tried to reach out, For your love I never knew.
I felt this feeling with accuracy.
You changed one day, As I did too, We realized at once, That you loved me too, While I did you.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 19 Actions
It seemed to me that, Actions spoke so loudly, That my mind listened, So carefully.
My words spoke not hesitantly. My actions made the decisions. My mind did not lay in confusion. My head was clear of derision.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 20 Administrator
You
You weren't there today. It was an impossible feeling I say. The let down so fast. My happiness didn't last.
You are the only one In the office I could love and no one can know How you make my heart glow.
But I can't be your see? You are the administrator of me. So that's the end of that This corporation had
Boundaries.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 21 Affinity For Chaos
Your affinity for chaos, Your hand in blood, Your sword swooped too high. Your kick in his face.
Your need for never ending greed. Your stealing a glance, For a reason to steal. Your running in the back, Of an innocent walker.
Your calls for wars. Your need for battles. Your need to hurt, Someone for no reason.
Humanity. Affinity for chaos.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 22 Ah Confetti
Ah confetti, You swiggle through the sky. I wish I could make you, Mine oh my.
You look-up to the sky, You know you cannot buy, Such whirls and twirls, Of pieces falling down.
Falling on your head, Oh falling on your shoulders, Oh falling on your hands and feet, Oh falling all over the sidewalk.
Ah confetti, You swiggle through the sky. I wish I could make you, Mine oh my.
I looked at the sky, Then me all over.
This confetti was mine oh my!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 23 Air
I skipped and jumped, With red ribbons on my hair, That floated on the air.
He bounced his ball, That went rolling around, And kicked it from ground to air.
She held the ballons, Some red and a fell blue, And she flailed them through the air.
He flew an international flight, With roaring engine sounds, Which hurtled through the air.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 24 Air And Sun
Air and Sun
The air and sun in me Combined ecstatically. They tumbled over each other So happily.
The joy you brought to my life Where there was no sadness or strife Intermingled so verily That there was no conflict.
I understood life would be like that But I misunderstood. The acceptance of this Was really the grasp of the matter.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 25 Airplane Window
I looked out the window, I only saw and saw and saw, The city swirling below me, Only the hands of nature could draw.
The window that couldn't be, Shut or opened, And not too big, But letting me see.
This airplane window of the sky, Was directly and indirectly my, For you see, It carried me up and high.
Airplane window, why are you so beautiful?
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 26 Airport
Concourse run with carry on, Clutched in the back of me. The gurring of the engines, And a sleek airplane to see.
The sharp angle take-off, The marvel of my life, The wings near scratching, Teasing life.
I love airports and airplanes, They're a second home to me. A glamorous and scientific, Place to be.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 27 All Around
All around the merri-go-round, And all around the planet. Didn't matter which route you took, You know nature and man did plan it.
It seemed one day, I looked at it, The merri-go-round going fast. I wondered looking at it, How long the whirling would last.
Either way I understood, The motion round and round, Of this Earth and merri-go-round, Whirling all around.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 28 All Friendships
Do you suppose I saw That time when a tear Streamed down your face?
Do you think I saw That defense in your eye, So menacing a look?
Can you visualize your hardened face with oxi-dried lining Meant to reflect harsh winds?
Do you not think I too felt the same, Bu couldn't say much to comfort you?
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 29 All The World Was Glass
What if all the world was glass, And the leaves on the trees were too, With the sky a sheet of curved glass tinted blue? How would the crops sprout out of the ground? But I do not really care, for this is so rare, And I would rather starve for beauty's sake.
What if all the cotton pods were glass, And the sheep on the hills were also, With glass flowers and buds all in a row, How would there be thread for men, To make clothes to wear and mend, But I do not really care, for this is so rare, And I would rather wear rags for beauty's sake.
What if all the books were glass, And I would read blank reflections, And there would be glass letters and no compositions, How would there be this thing called knowledge, Without this we would have no courage, But I do not really know, for this is not rare, Because without knowledge, for beauty I have no cure.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 30 Alopogize
I uh-loh-puh-jized to my mommy. Then alopogized to my daddy. But from both of them, I got no acknowledgement for my alopogy.
I alopogized to my teacher, And then to my preacher. But from both of them, I got no acknowledgement for my alopogy.
I turned to the Internet, I spelled alogopy. A word I never knew, Popped out at me.
So I screamed and yelled, To all concerned, 'I meant apology, Apology, Apology! '
And all four said, 'I apologize for not understanding you.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 31 Amazing
What We Once Knew
What we once knew, About our love that grew, Into a long lasting love, Blessed from Heaven above.
I looked into your eyes. You looked back into mine. The light shining to and fro, Looked beautiful and sublime.
Our hearts grew together. Soon we were married. I know I will Love your forever and forever.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 32 American Indian Flute Song
The American Indian flute song, Played in my office all day long. Evoking images of lonely, wide plains, Of the American frontier of olden days, Where the horses ran down the praries.
My ears heard the song as lonely musical notes. The nighttime prarie seemed empty, The wigwams with their stars above, Standing with no sound around,
In a three-thousand mile wide nation, That was soon to be alone.
The Cherokee nation didn't matter, Neither the Navajho, Just the other, Caught in a race of total subjugation.
Not knowing the karma it would pay, For the tragedies of both races, Both travelling in irreversible paths, Lead to the fall of North American Earth. I turned off the flute music. Then I left my office for lunch…
Now the flow of the traffic, The noise of the honks, The buildings looming high, Scraping the sky. The freeways a mess, The favorite music station incoherent. The lunch hour traffic way too fast. The sun rays shining on this polluted Earth, Climate changes or weather got wrong? And the clogged-up sidewalks to walk upon, Made everyone go back to their offices.
To hear the American Indian flute music,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 33 Kicked-up a slight notch now. The flute didn't sound at all, Lonely now.
This flute put me in a frame of mind, Where peace could dwell and peace could find.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 34 And Kissed Your Cheek
I cradled you in my arms. I didn't drop you. It was no cause of alarm. I loved you so.
The hair on your head, Was wispy so, I whispered a tune low. I loved you so.
I cradled you in my arms, And kissed your cheek. Your tender toes and feet. I fell in love with you my baby.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 35 And Still They Kept On Playing
And Still They Kept on Playing
The war raged in the ravages of violence and death. Outrages over the economy made us feel helpless But still the children played.
The tenements in their poverty, The beggar begging on the street, Didn't matter, still the children played.
A water shortage, A food shortage, And still the children played.
It seemed to me, That we were born, With innate happiness.
And I played.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 36 And Then
The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth, Was well used. I ran across it, All the time.
It was that green, green grass. I played ball on it, And ran fast. Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then, It was grass to walk on. We strolled across it. We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass, Was so lovely. It was the grass of older age. It was the grass of life.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 37 Angel
Angel
Angel sat on a flower, And the sky did shower, Upon the petals free. The colors of the rainbow be.
The wings of the angel, Like a net in water color, Fluttered in fast motion, And in fast beats like a heart.
At last the angel, Decided to fly away, And decided to go somewhere else. It went to the forest of the angels.
There it sat in repose and fine, This angel was beautiful, The forest lit up with angels around. This angel was pretty and was mine.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 38 Animal's Luck
Bees, birds, bugs and bobcats, Mice, rats, rabbits and wildcats, Blossoms, bunnies and bladder pods, Ducks, bulrushes and butterflies.
And one huge lion to eat them up. For his relished and savory sup, All of them down, On their animal's luck.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 39 Another Girl
Another Girl
Another girl was a fairy. I thought she was so merry. When I tried to catch her, She flew by fast past me, And said I could never marry.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 40 Apple
The Apple
I ate the apple, In an awkward way. That is what people watching, Would say.
I baked an apple, You see. It looked delicious to me. I couldn't deny that.
I peeled apple today. I saw them all shiny in their way. The peels turned around and around, And the apple looked naked.
I baked a cinnamon apple pie, The kind that greets the mouth and eye. The criss-cross crust I crunched so much. The melted in my mouth.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 41 Apple Dropped
The apple dropped, On my apple pie. I jumped and wondered why.
This apple liked to be, A part of it's own kind, And not hanging from a tree.
A person joined, One of it's own kind. That was good, But up to a point.
He also mixed and mingled, With all others, So he was the apple of my eye.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 42 Apple In The Tree
Apple in the Tree
An apple a day Did not keep my troubles away. It only made me feel worse That is what I say.
It made my course in life To magnify my strife Because of the time it took To eat it any way.
I strove to think a lot While I crunched on it to plot My life which was not nice. It was cold as ice.
I feared things would go bad. I feared things could be sad So I threw away the apple And concentrated on my writing.
An apple a day Made my thoughts astray. So I left it for another day When I was ready to eat it.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 43 Apple Orchard
The apple fell into my hand. And I knew what I would do with it. I collected more apples from the orchard. I was going to give them to the children.
And I did.
The children felt kind towards me, And collected apples from the same orchard, And gave them to me. My heart was filled with love for all of them.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 44 Are You Upset About Something?
Are You Upset About Something?
You're upsetting everyone around you, Who don't have any idea what to do. I seems you are upset about something too. But you won't tell us.
Are you going to leave us tonight? Are you going to get us mad? Is it in your to punish us, For something we are not sure we're done.
But you finally told us, That in your private moment, No thought suggested, To your problem to solve.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 45 Arms
I opened up my arms, For a friend who I admired. I folded up my arms, To show anger and defiance.
I crawled on all fours, To frolic around in fun. I spread out my arms, To acknowledge the sun.
I ask you all to come to me, With outspread arms.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 46 Around The Earth
Around the Earth
If you travel around the Earth You will notice you have such a dearth of knowledge You will be glad to take such an endearment.
Of
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 47 Around The Way
The Path Taken - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Path Taken
I owned a fine red tricycle That I wheeled around in a circle. My mother had bought it for me When I was little.
At the time I rode it fast But alas that time did not last. I asked my mother for a bicycle Then I cycled up and down the road.
Everything seemed faster and longer now. Everything's meaning had changed. I rode on long roads and short. I rode on smooth roads and rough.
No matter how I tried new directions I met imperfections. So I decided to mend my ways. I took the Middle Path for the rest of my days.
Vera SidhwaThe Path Taken - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Path Taken
I owned a fine red tricycle That I wheeled around in a circle. My mother had bought it for me When I was little.
At the time I rode it fast But alas that time did not last. I asked my mother for a bicycle
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 48 Then I cycled up and down the road.
Everything seemed faster and longer now. Everything's meaning had changed. I rode on long roads and short. I rode on smooth roads and rough.
No matter how I tried new directions I met imperfections. So I decided to mend my ways. I took the Middle Path for the rest of my days.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 49 Arrow
Today an arrow asked me, Tomorrow where will you be? He wanted a clear answer, You see.
I told the arrow, I didn't know. I put my knowledge, Up for show.
The arrow told me, I tell you what. The answer is being, In the here and now, And not where you, Aim to be a lot.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 50 As Children We Laughted And
aS CHILDREN WE LAUGHED AND MADE FUNNY FACES. tODAY WE PLAYED MORE. tHAT WAS TO BE THE ROAD YOU EMBARKED ON. tHE MIXED OF ADULT AND CHILDREN MADE US SPARKLIG SOULS.
Lets all of us laugh and then laugh again.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 51 As Far As I Could Go
I walked as far as I could go, Knowing that one road lead to another, It required more and more thinking, About which direction to take.
I took the path of no return. Tired of the path I was on. Seeming that the further I walked, On that unwalkable walk.
Yet the confusion was worth the tiredness, As I realized that each road, Lead to two more, Which then lead to four.
I loved my new walk in the woods.
Yeah!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 52 As Far As I Knew
As Far as I Knew
As far as I knew, the grass was green And the streaming water was blue. But the situation didn't allow it.
The knowledge of pollutants In the sky Didn't matter much to the people.
As far as I knew, The green and the blue Didn't have a chance to survive.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 53 As I Saw The Orient
All the leaves are green, in the month of May. Passing through the crowds, I start to see the day.
I don't see any sorrow in the sunny skies, Orient tomorrow, In all it's people's eyes.
Gazing at a temple, I stopped along the way, well I see all the people Kneeling, and I begin to pray.
I don't see any sorrow, in all the sunny skies, Orient is peaceful, I hear the people's cries, Orient tomorrow, it's all in its children's eyes.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 54 Ask For More
You gave me cones of ice-cream. And you gave me choices of candy-canes. I swept them in my hands, And ate them so fast.
I asked for more, Then you gave me more. I ate everything, You graciously gave.
Now you need to ask for more. And I will give you more. Your love and our love, Who could ask for more.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 55 At Midnight I Needed
At midnight I Needed
At midnight I needed a soul, To talk to. Instead the vastness of the universe, Surrounded me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 56 At Such A Cost
To a life where nothing's gained and nothing's lost, At such a cost.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 57 Auto
Automobile
This car had it's mind set On driving carefully. But I always Didn't care for that.
I drove crazily Because it was fun. The day was done But the night set my mind on driving again.
The trouble it caused Was that others were in danger. I finally thought, I was the cause of it. So I stopped my driving in that way.
This car had it's mind set On driving carefully But now I drive Very carefully.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 58 Auto Land
Auto Land
The mystery of the forest land Revealed God's work. The other did man's world. The auto land whirled around me. The smog and carbon monoxide didn't suit me. What will God's children Do now reverse the onslaught of the sky's Crying everyday?
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 59 Away We Go
Away We Go
Away we go on a crazy ride, That will make you laugh and laugh. This laughter will make it's way around, Miles and miles and miles around.
Away we go on a laughing ride. We jostle each other side by side. We smile and laugh for God knows why. And then we all stop for a little sigh.
Laughter has always been my way you know. It is also the for children, As you watch them grow. They laugh and laugh and laugh.
Laughter is the best medicine they say, So I take my medicine every day. And then I feel to my heart's content. The day has been in laughter spent.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 60 Baby
You are my little tot, Jumping and hopping around every where. The energy comes from inside you. Your energy comes from outside of you.
You are my little toddler. You are my little one. You are my little one scamping one.
The scamping energy is your one.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 61 Baby Sister
I knew about you, when you were so little, And I played with you all over the garden. You, my baby sister. Your babyhood was so fragile and a cahrm.
My baby sister, I played tricks on you, Where you'd jump from a small step, And I would catch you And hug you.
My baby sister, I met you at your university. I met you walking at the grocery store. Your radiance in that pretty face, Made it all worthwhile.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 62 Baby-Ish
Let's Go Down the Streets
These are the streets of my babyhood, When my mommy pushed my stroller down it. I was in the shape of a little dolly My mother said with the honey drip of a smile.
Then I grew up and thought the street had no baby-ness anymore. But I pushed my stroller now. My babies grew up and Roller blades up and down it.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 63 Backlash
Backlash
For the bad deeds you did, There was a backlash. The bad words spoken, There the same.
I was caught in rush hour traffic, So the time to think about. Oh the backlash Was needed for you.
The words you spoken so bad. There was a backlash. Please don't speak this way. Please don't express this way.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 64 Bakery
Donuts, cinamon rolls, With white icing. Aromas from the bakery, Wafting.
The new bakery, Had it's beat, When serving, Everything so sweet.
The bakery of old, Was the one I had worked in, I was told, By a longtime friend.
That bakery worked, With no money at all. I worked in it with, Hardly an money at all.
For I was a college student.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 65 Ball
Dancing ball, Prancing ball, Whirling one, Swirling one.
Ball, what is your secret, Tell me do? Are you happy, Just like me?
You bounce on the sun, You steadily run, I feel the energy in you, To be the energy in me.
I love you bouncing ball, For whatever you may feel. I love you bouncing ball. I love you still.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 66 Banner
Banner
The banner waving in the sky, Spoke to me of past glories gone by. Our nation spoke to me, Of free speech, of liberty.
The banner waved high. The sentiment meant much That our nation had learned All the lessons it could.
It still withstood The tests of time, And this banner kept flying high. Nothing gone awry.
The bad times were really bad, And every nation had, It's own ones. Still this banner flies high.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 67 Baseball - A Game
That baseball, almost hit his head, But the game went on unheeded. It almost chopped-off his head, It gave this game a zing it needed.
The baseball, hit by the young girl, Whirled around to base two. The running and the shouting of the team, How the enthusiasism flew.
Now those balls and bats, And bases and homeruns, Seemed fun in a game these, Boys and girls played,
Yet, one young girl, Wondered why her hits were strong, But her pitches were only wishes. Realized that nature would never allow,
All her wishes and wants, Because a game like baseball, The game of life, Taught her skills, Almost for life drills,
That every talent would never be granted, Even if it was greatly wanted.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 68 Bats And Butterflies
Bats and butterflies, Flew crazyily in my brain, Then outside in my garden, just the same. Darting revved up through black rain.
These fliers knew no boundaries, As they crashed from garden to brain, Back outside then inside, again and again. All of them universe bound, Existed visually but lacking a sound.
I wished for only butterflies to see, I had no need for bats' company, But how could I alter nature's ways? Now I stayed in my mind, all meditation day.
Mental determination appeared in this med, The stream of concentration, diffused out the bats. Now butterflies in billions, fluttered around instead! So I saw what I chose to concentrate on,
My eyes feasted on swirling colors, Both inside and outside my head, The thoughts in my meditation said, You can control your world's perception.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 69 Battering
She Yelled At Me
I asked her why she yelled at me. So she told me her sad and bad story. She said she had been struck by her husband bad. Her story was not only tragic but horrendously sad.
She said she tried to strike him back. She said his strength was more than she had. She cried all day and all night. This world wasn't good and not right.
He friends wouldn't believe her So her husband beat her more. Her heart cracked into pieces. This world was evil and sad.
The counselors taught her how to leave him But she did not for years. Oh and all the tears. But she left him at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 70 Bbatman And The Eagle
In one swoop of his cape, Bbatman noticed the dank darkness, Of Twilight City. His eyes taking in the details. The eagle across from him, Spread it's strong wings, And in one swell swoop, Graphed the city in twilight, To be what it was, A battle field for crime. Bbatman and Eagle met, To launch a project so large. The Laugher and the Catman, Dissolved under the, Bbatman's and Eagle's acts. Oh, the blood and the bloods, Lay on the ground of Twilight City.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 71 Be My Guide
Guide Me
Guide me to that road down there Where perfection meets love And where hearts meet hearts.
Guide me to that road down there Where friends and loving friends meet Near those thick and leafy forest.
Guide me to that road across Where my heart meets you And perfection for us two.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 72 Beauracracy
He blocked my progress, He stopped me short, He took away my looks, She tore up my books, He took away my job, The looked like a mob, He disrespected me, He threatened me, He gave me hush money In secret he called me honey, He did not abide by the law, He from public coffers did draw, His two faced presence unsettled me, His deep secrets transpartent to only me. I won't work for a beauracracy
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 73 Bells
Bells just rang and rang, They sounded like they sang and sang. They were happy, happy and happy.
They were jangling bells, They were clanking bells, They were clinking bells.
All the bells in this world, Decided to Ring, jangle, clank and clink Together.
They played this orchestra of bells, For world peace.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 74 Best Drink
The water in the sugar cane, Came out clear, Succulently sweet, For my mouth to meet.
The water in the popsicle, Came out orange, As tart and sweet, For my mouth to meet.
The water in the ice-cream Came out creamy from milk, As soft and sweet, For my mouth to meet.
The water from my tap, Came out just like that. The best drink in the world No sweetness but the sweetest sweet, For my waiting mouth to meet and meet.
WATER! ! !
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 75 Bicycle
Bicycle
My bicycle built for one, Put me in a balanced mode. My mind thought thoughts, Of simple things.
My bicycle built with two wheels, Made me race through the streets. My mind thought thoughts, Of complicated things.
When I didn't ride any, My mind was blank. It didn't feel anything. It didn't see anything.
I think my mind needs a bicycle.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 76 Big Yellow Balloon
'Mommy, I want that big yellow balloon, ' The baby boy cried. Mommy walked the mall replying, 'I only see a red balloon.'
So the Mommy did drive, And the baby it cried, Then they reached a new store. But the baby wanted that big yellow balloon, The store did not have.
'Maaaaaaaam, I want that big yellow balloon, ' The baby yelled with his wavy shaped mouth. The Mommy saw some red, white and blue balloon, Driving by a July the Fourth party.
Now the baby bellowed louder, Pounding his fists on the floor, Saying, 'see Mom, all big yellow balloons are gone Mom. Why did you wait so long?
Perplexed Mom asked the crying son, What he meant by that, Especially, when she had done, All she could have done.
The baby proclaimed, 'now the big yellow balloon, Has turned into a big orange balloon! ! ! ' He sobbed, 'you made it too late in the day Mom.'
Now Mommy asked, 'was that the biggest sunshiniest, Balloon in the tall sky, that hung around all day long? ' 'And you didn't get it for me, whaaaaaaawww....., The baby expressed himself.
The next day bought another appeal from the baby, This time as he rode with the pilots of 'Sun Shines Airways.' The cockpit shown his big yellow balloon, steady in front of him. The pilots bought him the longest wads and wads of string.
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This baby stuck the string to the cockpit window, Where the sun was the biggest and yellowest. And as the plane descended, That string grew longer and longer.
The baby knew he know owned, The biggest and 'yellowest' balloon, As his grip grew stronger and stronger. This baby's hand held it longer and longer,
His biggest yellow balloon, Filled with helium.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 78 Bike
Two tires under me, Sloshing through rained on mud. The balance of it, Reflected good, Life as it should be. But life as it should be, Should never have a fall, But in that fall you meet that wall, That sudden expectation denied. Two tires under me, Sloshing through rained on mud. I suddenly pull my bike high up. I fall and then get up, Completely covered in mud, A lesson about life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 79 Biking Along
Sidewalks
I clearly thought that sidewalks Were for running very fast. But then I thought they were For walking very slow at last.
No matter how I looked at these sidewalks I couldn't figure out what to do So I hopped, skipped and jumped crazily And broke all the rules regarding me and you.
But you see the sidewalk Didn't have any real rules Except to give right of way To other walkers also on their walk.
So from now I rode my bicycle I used my skateboard too. I now knew That the sidewalk didn't have too many a rule.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 80 Binoculars
I looked at you through my binoculars, And what did I see? My, your soul's permanence and softness. I saw your sweet affect too.
I looked at you through my binoculars, I saw a girl, swirling in the sand, Then dashing through the soft green blades of grass. I fell for your soft image on the binoculars.
I looked at you through my binoculars, And I saw a girl's soothing, soft skin, so innocent, So remote from the world's chicanery. You filled my binocular with joy,
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 81 Bird
A bird in the hand Was not worth two in the bush. That free bird slanting, With wings outstretched.
Was worth the dazzle of the sunny day.
I've always watched that bird, Hopping happy on his legs. I've always happily, Listened to him tweet.
That bird, those birds, Happy as they sound. I like them to be around, My house, my home.
Decorating it with their birdsong.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 82 Bird Choir In My Forest
The birds in the bird choir in my forest, Sang happily to each other. They felt they belonged with each other, In a musical entity.
Their musical conversations diffused through the forest air. All through my stop-go walk, I pondered how their voices were made, How they could so merrily talk, when they were just birds!
The greenery of my forest, In my backyard, Seemed imbued with color, Of green and bird blue, bird red and other.
As I walked out of the forest, I heard men talking. Though what I heard was heartfelt talk, It didn't strike me as a happy one.
Men talking or conversing, Didn't match the innocence of the bird choir, Green trees infused with musical notes, Breezy leaves bouncing songs of the wild.
I never thought that I would experience this. I never felt I cared for this. I never ever indulged in this.
But now I cared to keep it, In my now happier heart. This heart for the first time, danced and sang so happily along. That the birds looked down on me from their perch on their trees.
They all nodded their heads so gleefully, Then they all sang to me. They were the entire forest's birds, And this entire forest bird choir,
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Sang in my heart every day of my life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 84 Bird Could Fly
You see, with my broken wings, I couldn't fly or do such things. I spread my wings so wide. Yet I could not on air ride.
I tried to race against the sun, Nothing hadn't happened to make me run. I meditated on other birds. This new bird could fly.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 85 Bird In The Sky
Bird who flew by me, Caressed me you see. It's yellow feathers, Felt good against my hands.
Bird, why do you love me so? You first are with me, Then you soar in the sky and go. The amazing thing is that you come back.
Bird I know. You love me so. You fly high because you do. You're a pleasure to be with.
Bird, fly away then come back to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 86 Bird Of Mine
You twitter from the branch, Just above my house, And make everything lithe and bright. You are my bright light.
You flap your small wings, Your twitter rings, Through my ears, And your wings across my eyes.
Twittering bird, You merrily dance, On the floor of dirt, You happily prance.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 87 Bird Song
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter what tunes he played, It was a new song.
This bird twittered loudly, And his song was shrill. This bird sang softly, And his song then got still.
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter which tunes he played, A brand new song here laid.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 88 Bird Who Wouldn'T
This bird refused to speak to me It was involved in his own conversation, With the other birds!
I looked at his beak, As if I wanted to shut it. But this bird still wouldn't talk to me.
Now I stood under the branches he perched on. I gave him bird food that was delicious. He ate it quickly.
Now, he turned around, away from me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 89 Birdsong Rapture
The rapture of the birdsongs, Cleared the air near the clouds. For they sang on and on, So long, so long. It mattered not who, Heard their song, For their song, Belonged, Everywhere and anywhere they sang. In the rapture of the air and clouds, Their clear songs rang. For the meaning of their song, Was just so. They meant words of long ago. But they meant words of yesteryear. They meant words of right now. For the air and clouds were right now. And so, the rapture of the birdsongs, Cleared the air near the clouds, And sang songs of right now.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 90 Birthday
It was his sixteenth birthday, They gave him a party today. It was filled with merriment, And happy fulfillment.
There was yelling. There was laughter.
It was his birthday today. He shivered and screamed on this day. The room was too lit-up for him. And two people smiled at him.
This mommy and daddy, Grabbed him in their arms. The infant was quieted, And he was soon snugly blanketed.
There was the operating room, Celebrating his birthday. He was one day old.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 91 Birthday Blast
Oh, birthday day, I came out without, A cone shaped hat, And without any, Birthday cake.
I remember how I sat, In the cradle of my birth, Or was it just a remembrance, Of what I had read, About the day of your birth?
It seems like the yelling, And the shivering, And hugs mom gave, Was the first true, Birthday of your life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 92 Bitter
When I heard You hanging-up, Your phone, I heard the sound of bitter.
When I saw, The man who went bankrupt, I read the words of bitter.
When I felt the man, Fall on the concrete, I felt bitter.
And bitter was the sound of today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 93 Bitter Sweet
Help me! I'm dealing with you. You're black then white, sweet then sour, Soft then hard, round then square. You're bitter sweet hour by hour.
Help me! You're ripping me apart. I can't deal with your mood swings. They pierce me like a dart. They make my blood spill fast.
I never knew anyone, Like you. I approached you slowly, And then carefully.
Then you set me up, bitter sweet, My eyes painfully, your eyes did meet. Since then I kept a hurting. You made it amply clear.
That I should leave you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 94 Black Rain
Black rain streaked my beige gold face. It had nothing better to do. Black rain streaked down through clouds above, A sign of strange colored lover's love.
Black rain dappled the green waters of my pond, The spread it's black upon the open sea. Black rain went pitter-patter on my window pane, Then it splattered through the sands of my desert.
This no color water, changed my life around, Telling me where all Truth could be found. Then it let the blue rain comes back, On the pond, the sea, window pane and desert.
Then as it left, it whispered in my ear, Black rain will show you the Way again.
I couldn't quite get the knowledge I seeked, From black rain's ultimate leave.
I tried to find out the Truth, That black rain had put forth to me, Yet this remained a black mystery, The Way it spoke about, alluded me.
Black rain, now rained torrentially, It watered itself in tropical places. It rained down black on the ocean faces.
And then I finally understood! ! ! All colors were camoflaouged, wherever I looked. So the mystery of God would never be unlocked.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 95 That's what Black Rain had definetly meant,
As never to question, whatever was Heaven sent.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 96 Black Against White
White points of stars in the ebony Vastness of space. Black silhouettes of trees against A stark white sheet of sky. Medodious and beautiful, Nature does not lie.
A small sphere crowded with people Who are sons and daughters of nature. People not in harmony with each other, People black and white, Engaged in a constant race, And always inclined to fight.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 97 Black And White
Black and White
I liked these colors, Black and white. They seemed to oppress none. My history in the making, Should use of them such. I enjoyed black and white, Because they were opposites. I enjoyed the richness, Of black and white, As well as their oppositeness. They complemented each other, And belonged to each other. In the life of a rainbow, All colors were included, When producing black and white.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 98 Black Heaven
Myriads of space and floating time, I see the things I always see. I gaze into the warmth of lighted wood Smoking there and your eyes so green. Crystal-green streams all along, And guns were pointing at him.
Flashes in the drip black heaven. I see the things I always see. I taste the sweet of swarming bees. Warm and droning summer lost you. Whitewashed Hawaiian houses All the time And knives reflect his future wound.
Lighted ice on carts and fruits, I see the things I always see, I feel your hands of roses dead Aurora-like and ice-planes dark, Black smoky ice sheet everywhere, And ropes get ready, they hang him.
Roses dead - friendship lost.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 99 Black Mind
Black Mind
It was in search for serenity That she stood still. Still the answers never responded to her questions. She wasn't concerned about the world, only her.
Still it was in searching for That she stood still. Yet nothing mattered, nor the world. She was not serene.
The answers lay deep in her heart But would not make themselves be heard. Her mind remained dark And did her.
In her search for serenity She discovered God. She had a umbilical cord to him. She was connected and so she was serene.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 100 Black Velvet Creme
Black velvet creme, For my coffee latte, What is seems, So delicious.
Black velvet creme, I like you the best, The tastiest and hastiest pudding it makes. The best tasting cake it does.
Black velvet creme, Be careful, be careful, I will eat you all up, In a fraction of a second.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 101 Blaming Others
Blaming Others
He blamed others Right or wrong. Even a song Was blamed.
A song is a song In it's own right. It cannot be sung wrong or right. In it's own right.
He blamed everyone And himself. I don't like His blaming me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 102 Blanca
Blanked out and whited out, Rainbow's colors bounced out. Chalk white and snowman white. Lack of colors is blanca.
As I looked around this world, And into the white lit sky, The truths of this Earth did lie, In the vast expanses of blue and white.
Against the upward path of an aggressive kite, That charged through the megacloud's light. The north poles blanca, the south pole's too. The whitest white is the brightest bright.
As I write, On my computer screen's white, It's all blanca.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 103 Blank Piece Of Paper
Blank Piece of Paper
A blank piece of paper That was my mind. It's streams and rivulets of thoughts I couldn't find.
But then I read All kinds of books. I read their crannies and nooks. Now my mind shook.
The books' sheets of paper Were not like mine. Their lines and sentences Were replete in my mind.
They ignited sparks of interest you see. My blank piece of paper started to fill in me. Now I had many stories to tell. And I wrote them originally to read and sell.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 104 Blankness Of Things
The Seemingly Blankness of Things
The seemingly blankness of things, Made my mind so confused. I thought profusely About this thing and that.
I was depressed for yours And blank for a whole day. I didn't expect the universe to pay For my malady.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 105 Blew Through My Mind
Grains of sand at my door, Blew through my mind.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 106 Blossoms And Blooms
The blossoms and blooms frolicked in the breeze. They did this dancing with so much ease. The blossom asked the bloom, whether it could be his friend. The bloom said yes, since friendship was the trend.
I could see that in this pretty garden. No jealousy, nor hatred existed. The blossom and the bloom danced together. Since they had each other befriended.
The story of the blossom and bloom, Will go one you see, Because where there is no vice, It can go on till eternity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 107 Blue Waters
The wide expanses of space Are what his mind needed to contact. The meditative mind In sheer quiet state.
He could do so sometimes, The other times no. The inner peace and calm Did indeed grow.
The wide expanse of space Is where ideas grew. The meditative state From it drew.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 108 Blueberry Pancakes
Blueberry Pancakes
He loved to eat the blue sky Because he thought they were blueberry pancakes He munched on the clouds Thinking they were cotton candy.
He thought the autumn leaves were Orange sherbet And the red rose Was a serving of ketchup.
He realized that the surf Was a vanilla milkshake And the soft and gooye sand A mocha milkshake.
But he didn't know what Flavor the rose thorns were. So he didn't even try eating them. Then he didn't want to even touch them.
He then ate all the lawn grass And tasted them as salad, And the moist mud as Chocolate fudge delicious.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 109 Bluebird Mine
Bluebird mine, You twitter all the time. You make me fall in love with you.
Bluebird mine, Your blue is so fine, I fall in love with you.
Tell me something bluebird, How's your day today. You bend your head from way to way.
Bluebird mine, You are indeed so fine. Can you help me, fly away with you?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 110 Blues And Greens
Blues and greens, Nature's hues, The God did imbue. I like you.
Even when the gray of dirtiness, Befell the natural stance, The green it wiped out, Any offence sent by man.
Blues and greens, The lakes and the skies, Go hand in hand without a try. The trees and lakes, the sky above. Nature sending us it's love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 111 Blush
He made her blush, With his gaze, So intense and beautiful. He stared at her, And couldn't believe, How innocent her eyes looked. He gazed at them, And she blushed. He realized he must, Put his arms around her, And kiss her mouth. So he did. She did so back to him. He made her blush. She would never let him go. He would never let him go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 112 Boat
Boat
This boat went through crashing waves Then landed on a sunny shore. It had seen so many, many things and more. It wasn't a boat for no reason.
It was a boat who had seen all seasons. The winter, summer, autumn and fall Were not enough at all. This boat had been around the world how many times.
It rocked on the gentle beach waves Then decided to outward again. It had to do that you see For lessons it would teach you and me.
My life has been a series of boat adventures. For that I have no regrets. The only thing left to do Is this boat keep having more adventures.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 113 Book That Talked To Me
The book that talked to me, Taught me the things I couldn't see. She talked to me about day, She talked to me about night.
One day, she talked about, What was wrong, And what right.
This book talked about play, From night to day-ish day. From the dark to the sun's ray. This book liked to talk to me.
One day, I started to talk, To this book. It all my energy took, Because I had never done this.
All I said to this nurturing book was,
'I love you.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 114 Books
They were in my mind, They were in my my heart. I had them in my soul. They played out in my life's role.
No matter which book I yesterday read, On so many paths it lead. 'How can all these words, Be about me, ' I said.
The book was all about me, But it was all about you, T'was all about everyone, It was about everything.
It was a book. The words of an author. Words from many authors, Books different from each other.
Words of now. Words of eternity. Words that did allow. Words with no permission. Words without submission.
Pretty books that I ever saw Yes, I was lucky to have them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 115 Books Of The Universe
The emperor stood in front, Of his books, In the library of his universe. His ego huge from reading much.
These books varied as such. The emperor's face immersed, In pages upon pages, Written by sages and sages.
The emperor thought himself, Above it, even above the universe. He decided to the universe curse, Using his 'knowledge.'
But just as he tried, The universe died, And the emperor died with it. And the universal destruction, Was witnessed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 116 Border In The Sand?
I slid around the wet sand's, Border between it and I.
Alongside my feet, Along the sandy shape of this border.
Then I ran after you my guy. I held your waist, While noticing this border's shape.
That longing kiss, Between you and I.
That line, that border grew invisible,
For in that kiss my guy we became one.
And to this day, when I lie on the beach, I see the border disappearing, As I feel that kiss lingering.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 117 Bouncing Ball I Want You! ! !
Bouncing ball, I want you, So bad that I wish my mom, Would see that her money saving, Doesn't register with me.
Come-on bouncing ball, When I pick you off the toy shelf, Let's both go bouncing down this stores aisles. I'll help you along secretly, Because Mommy is single and has little money.
But that Mom was listening carefully, And smiled widely. She told her son that it was affordable, Even though she could not afford even the ball.
So she paid from the little money she had. Her son offered her the ball. So the Mommy, Sonny and ball, All bounced happily through the store, And out it's door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 118 Bouquets
Cascade
She threw cascades of rainbow colored flowers Down the street as she hopped and skipped down it. My gosh it was splendid. For a secret she only knew why.
Let me see. It was someone's birthday Or wedding anniversary or anything of that sort. But my oh my it was gorgeous.
The cascade of flowers were pretty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 119 Bow And Arrow
The bow and arrow, Told me, An amazing, amazing story.
They told me, Of a contest, That required the very best.
In accuracy, The best possible outcome Could be.
The bow used a tension, On the arrow, That pulled the arrow back.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 120 Boy
'I can do what ever I want, When ever I want, How ever many times I want, Where ever in the world I want, Why ever I want.'
'And you can't do anything about it.'
'Well, ' I said to him. His mind made up it seemed. I watched his face for a clue. He didn't even give me respect That was due.
He said again, 'and you can't do ANYTHING about it'. And now his face looked angelic. I wondered what made him the way he was.
I wondered, then I was for words lost. But then it occurred to me, How children played in glee, That whatever this boy thought, Was lost on me.
Then I realized it was childhood, In full bloom. Then I smiled a big smile at him, Then laughed at him.
When he commenced to quietly, Play on the playground, So sweetly and without a sound. His temper tantrum was over.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 121 Breeze
A trace of a breeze, Traipsed into my hair And tousled it, Around and about.
This trace of a breeze, Made the grass unfurl, For a momentary green Dance on the ground.
I then stepped on this grass, Which was used to my rudeness. But it still invited me, Inspite of my crudeness.
This trace of a breeze, Went somewhere else, And made the grass unfurl.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 122 Brick Layer
The bricks lay, In an open pile. This made a Particular man smile.
He knew he was The artist, the sculptor. He had a knack in him, That would make him, The greatest worker.
He didn't understand, Why he looked at walls so. Why he saw the bricks flow, Into gigantic walls.
One day he scooped up, One thousand bricks, And made a wall as tall as
The sky. He wove this wall through, The world, And told people, 'A bricklayer has to lay bricks, To turn them into walls.'
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 123 Brick Wall
I ran alongside a brick wall, That had no beginning and had no end. I ran panting. My running turned into a crawl.
I couldn't understand, Who would make such a thing. But an answer in my thoughts, Did ring.
But never mind, I still ran and ran. I ran along this wall, On beaches and sand.
This wall had me running, Through tropical jungles, And out of them, Where this wall and I finally, Mingled.
'Thank-you long wall, To show me the way, Through the halls of this world, Through the night and the day, Letting me run alongside you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 124 Bridge
I saw the way, My feet had tread, As if in a story, That I had read.
These roads I knew, Had stories too, Plots that made sense, So dramatically intense.
I now saw the bridge, I now came to it. I put my first step, Quickly on it.
My footstep fit, Perfectly on this bridge. I readily walked forward, And walked toward, What was coming my way.
In the middle of the bridge, I made a decision, For perhaps claiming it, Might lead to derision.
But when I crossed this bridge, I felt accomplished. I had walked a long way, My senses did not betray.
That I had crossed a part of my life, Containing so much strife. And thanks to that bridge, Without which couldn't have left it behind.
This bridge was one, That I needed in my life.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 126 Bright Word
Today there arrived a bright word, It's meaning elusive was. This word walked back then forward, In a strange walk but dance!
I triesd to outddance it, In my head so busy. It tried to out walk it, But that did make me dizzy.
I soon truly began to wonder, If this was completely silly. Well, 'this seems awkward to you, huh? ' Said the bright word to me.
Haven't you heard of a word called love, To be a bright word? So then it occurred to me that was, I The silly, my OWN bright word,
Who I had not been patient to figure out, To know not my own self, So to not know my own bright word.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 127 Broken Minds
Broken hearts, broken minds, broken spirits, broken souls, Fixed up with love and laughter.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 128 Bucket
Bucket
My bucket was filled with the clearest water. I swooshed it around And it played with me. But I threw the water out.
I should've held on to it For it was comfort giving But I didn't keep it. I took the comfort for granted.
I took the comfort for granted And then I saw huge obstacles in my path A path so crooked, I couldn't walk upon It was a bad adventure you see.
My bucket was filled with the clearest water And I filled it with the clearest water again. I did not swoosh it around. I never took for granted that which gave me comfort.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 129 Building Spoke To Me
The building spoke to me! In degrees of steel and concrete be. It spoke of arriving and leaving time. It meant this work was destined to end.
This building spoke to me! It's traffic hours beginning, It's traffic patterns ending.
Who got fired today, Who retired today, Who received extra pay, Who had to work till past end of day?
How did a box of concrete and steel, Speak to me? They were the sounds emanating, From inside the building.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 130 Buildings
Buildings
Buildings fell all around me. The karma of the Earth. When I looked at the damage, I could only destruction see.
Why the karma is like that, I asked in a wide-eyed way? Have we done something wrong, To deserve the earthquake way?
I wanted to know the deep knowledge, Of why things happen the way they do. I never understood a lot of things, Coming our way.
Buildings fell all around me, The karma of the Earth. My knowledge limited, Did not let me know.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 131 Buttons!
Oh, I just buttoned my last button, And went walking down the street, Where a stranger I saw, Asked me this.
Where did I buy so many multi colored buttons? I told him I bought them at New York City, Tenessee, Baltimore and another city. He was perplexed about why I had a hundred buttons on, And I told my story on and on.
I told him I travelled to cities galore, I bought buttons and buttons more. I bought ones with different colors each, Even colors like mangoe, pears and peach.
He listened so carefully you know. He was so taken by the by my show. I just had to reach into my pants pocket now, To give him a thousand buttons - wow!
He blew kisses at me with buttons in his hand, They went helter-skelter and I ran, To catch their multi-colors in my hand.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 132 By And By
By and By
By and by, My thoughts converged, Into an amalgam of my mind. These were thoughts of a kind.
Then I turned around, And created a void, With it's converse universe, Of truths.
In the Nothingness of things, Came the kindest of feelings, Came the aura of God, Came the awesome void.
By and by I learned, How this world turns and learns, What it's motives and ambitions be, Where the void gives me knowledge.
By and by, I learn.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 133 Bycicle Down The Hill
Bycicle Down the Hill
I kicked the dirt And pushed the bicycle. Hooray. The roads ahead of me
Were so many directions.
I prayed to God, While looking up quickly And God looked at me. He alone helped my ride to go smoothly.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 134 Cafe
My cafe, my cafe. The place I park myself, On days it rains, On days it pours.
My cafe, my cafe. I like your food, And your drinks, Whenever, I go to you.
I never see a favorite man, Walking in. I do not care to.
It's just my happy cafe and I.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 135 Cafe Latte
The aroma in this cafe, that wafted out the door, Enticed it's customers to smell it some more, To tatse it's delicacies, to eat it's pastries Food so delicately constructed, flavores creatively adjusted, Music played soft and loud But delicate stirrings inside demanded, That local and world peace be blended, But that coffee house newspaper tight in my clutch, Did not agree so much, so I left the Cafe Latte place
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 136 Calculate
I learned to calculate, And it was a difficult calculation. I learned to calculate to a precise precision. That was a great scientific decision.
In my chemical lab, I kept tab, Of what I could calculate, While I thought and sat.
In precision or accuracy, I knew it's important efficacy. I calculated scientific. For every number, I loved it.
I used spectrum wavelength, I made calculations, Significant digits, Causing delights and lab elation.
I learned to hear the lab laughter, When my friends used a calculation, That caused the entire lab, To turn into ACCURATE jubilation.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 137 Calendar
When the days jumped around, In my confused head, I looked outside me, For a calendar instead.
The calendar with it's, Days and months, Counted them for me, To clearly see.
Which day and month, Matched each other. It kept my schedules straight. About which month and which date.
Calendar you are a yearly miracle.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 138 California
I Arrived in California
I arrived in California, One fine California day. The sunshine and warmth, Was California's way.
I asked CA why it was so fine. It said, I don't want to tell, If you don't mind. So CA and I just looked at each other.
Then a few days later, CA showed me the way. It was ocean ridden, the Pacific way. This was California's richness.
It showed me freeways filled with cars, It showed me an ocean filled with fish. It showed me a landscape filled with palms. It showed me people loving CA.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 139 California Sun Scatter
Caliornia sun doesn’t slant. It scatters, Into a trillion shreds. It knows no moods of negativity, Only of ebullience. I could walk on this California sun scatter, And dance and skip and zig-zag hop on it. I could make ice-cream sun floats out of it. I could concoct sunshine-ade to drink it. I could design a sun scatter dress you just have to surround yourself with, And not wear it. Well, I couldn’t skate on the sun But I could breathe it in. And I could release it back out. And feel better for it, Because it’s California Sun Scatter Of the California sun.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 140 Can You Stop Crying
Can You Stop Crying
There are a myriad things to look at. Look at how there put togher. You'll stop crying And become erudite.
Can you stop crying? You will start smiling And take in all the Earth that will give you. You will be the luckiest person ever.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 141 Candy Apple Pie
My baby 'Candy Apple Pie, ' You're my baby and don't even cry. You're my 'Candy Apple Pie.'
And the mommy sat in the sandbox, With her baby.
My baby 'Candy Apple Pie, ' I want to kiss your face, And fingers and toes.
You're an angel dropped down, From heaven so close.
The next day the baby and mommy, Went down the grocery aisle, With the baby's smile.
The baby pointed to red apples, And said, 'candy apple pie is Mommy! ! ! '
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 142 Car Horns
Car Horns
Yesterday night I walked with you Amongst cabs, cars horns, lights and subways. You looked bedazzled, A stranger to the big city.
It's triple towers and the state building, It's unimaginably crowded crowds, Took your breath away.
I watched you closely As you traipsed around the 'city.' The city lights shown shining in your eye. Your amazement didn't lie.
Why did you stay so long in the suburbs? Why did you think it's thinking was the universe? Why did you think you were the only ones? The suburbs should be temporary.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 143 Caring For You
Caring for You
It was hard in those days, When we fought and fought. We never cared if we hurt each other.
We only cared for ourselves.
It was not a marriage made in Heaven. It was one on Earth, But felt like hell. The demands of our love cost us.
We only cared for ourselves.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 144 Carmegeddon - Highways Of The Earth
Impossible freeways and I'm paying for it, The real time of driving in it. The azure and bleach white mountains on their side, Don't satisfy.
This road's assemblage of cars and drivers, Made it excruciating for me today. When coming home early was not possible, when reaching early to work was a task.
we have reached a full level in this world, where one inch should have covered one mile.
I thought at my wheel, With rock notes blaring through my windows
, That the next generation won't understand the gravity Of the situation at hand Because this generation never did. Never did anything about it.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 145 Cars Here And There
I drove to L.A., And witnessed the smog. There were cars here and there.
I tried to drive one way, Then I tried to drive another direction, But the smog and cars caused much confusion.
I decided to leave L.A., But couldn't do it. For it's beauty.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 146 Cars Rolling
The Rolling Cars
They rolled around on, Tires of rubber, Yet they moved so fast. Could the tires ever last?
They carried humans to and froe, In their lovely interior. Yet could they, Speed like lightning?
Rolling cars, oh rolling cars, I wish you were all mine. What a parking lot I would need, To keep them all in line.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 147 Cascade
Cascade
She threw cascades of rainbow colored flowers Down the street as she hopped and skipped down it. My gosh it was splendid. For a secret she only knew why.
Let me see. It was someone's birthday Or wedding anniversary or anything of that sort. But my oh my it was gorgeous.
The cascade of flowers were pretty.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 148 Cascades
Cascades
Cascades of knowledge Cascades of plants Cascades of beauty Quiet surround.
Cascades so lovely Cascades of waterfalls. I never knew How man cascades there were.
But the cascades of love And beauty bound Were the cascades of God So endlessly surround.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 149 Cascading Water
Cascading water came to teach me, What I by myself couldn't see. For I refused to educate myself. My old ideas just remained on the shelf.
Cascading water gushed onto the ground, The ground catching it serenely around. It meant that all the excitement of your life, Was glorious, natural and nice.
But there had to be a beginning and ending too, Where the excitement grew and grew. The natural ways are the best you know, Where they ebb and flow.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 150 Cave
Cave
My heart was a cave that no one was invited to. I loved the darkness within. I shunned the ones around me. I walked in silence.
Silence was a welcome friend. Silence made all well. It was the silence where my heart would dwell. It made all things fine and well.
My heart was a cave and would remain the same. No one tried to change it. No one played that game. It rode in silence by itself.
My heart was a cave that no one was invited to. I loved the darkness within. I shunned ones around me. I walked in silence you see.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 151 Celebraion
Big birds swept their wings, Across the sky in celebration, Of beauty.
The peacock spread it's feathers, Across itself in celebration, Of beauty.
The wild horses ran on the praries, In celebration of the expanse, Of beauty.
The dolphins jumped out of the water, And across the ocean in celebration, Of beauty.
I looked in the mirror a lot, In celebration, Of I don't know what.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 152 Celebrate Too
Big birds swept their wings, Across the sky in celebration, Of beauty.
The peacock spread it's feathers, Across itself in celebration, Of beauty.
The wild horses ran on the praries, In celebration of the expanse, Of beauty.
The dolphins jumped out of the water, And across the ocean in celebration, Of beauty.
I looked in the mirror a lot, In celebration, Of I don't know what.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 153 Celestial
It seemed celestial! Your life performance. It was dramatic. It was spectacular.
I loved to watch you. I loved it so. I looked at it, And looked at it on and on.
But then you looked at another, And the celestial was hell. On the darkness, my mind did dwell. Now I sit and meditate on why.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 154 Cell Phone
Cell Phone
As he walked down the street, He pushed his cell phone so neat. He loved his girlfriend's sing-song voice, The girl he was just about to meet.
Both reciprocated in the 'I love you' s Both sang songs to each other. The two cell phones now sang their own signals. This made the cell phone towers so busy and darn happy.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 155 Cell Phone Towers
Cell Phone Towers
Imagine these Cell phone towers Transmitting and Receiving.
All the time Hidden behind Even a tree trunk Near a farmland.
I receive my message Loud and clear. Sometimes muddle And cracking.
Imagine these Cell phone towers Transmitting and Receiving signals.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 156 Cell Phone Wallpaper
Cell Phone Wallpaper
The yellow sunflower 'spoke' to me As if in total cell phone glee. It would send out ring tones And conversations with me.
I asked this wallpaper Whether he was happy. He rang to me to say He was.
This sunflower 'spoke' to me. All messages from everywhere. Messages from somewhere And messages from nowhere.
This sunflower wallpaper Heard everything And listened to everybody Talk to me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 157 Cement Sidewalk
I walked on grassy green But I didn't mean, To rest on it.
I rode up a mountain, High. I saw a blue struck sky.
I swam in oceans, Bright with foam. I did in beauty roam.
I walked upon cement sidewalks. I kept walking nonstop. I reached my goal, My dream.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 158 Cement Walls
Cement Walls
Cement walls were real And they kept closing in on me. Their texture all Were in diversity.
Each one had a different call. Each one a different reason. They were around me fast And so I couldn't last.
I had to get through And run through it's crevices But they were tougher Than I.
I couldn't get out As I was truly trapped But I realized then I could get out Because they were only in my mind.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 159 Chair
He sat on his chair everyday, And counted the days as they went by. Even counting seconds, he would try.
He sat on his car chair everyday, And counted the miles going by. Even counting miles, he would try.
He sat at his writing table chair, And in the unfurling, Of a thousand page book. Even counting pages, we would try.
And in the thousand pages, Reading in his rocking chair, He read the story of his life.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 160 Chalk
I crouched on the sidewalk, With different colored chalk, In my hands.
I drew a circle and then a triangle, In yellow and blue and white. These colors seemed right, For the picture I drew bright.
But then came along a bike, And smeared this picture bright. My hard work was destroyed, In a second.
I tried to look for the offender. I did not him find, For the offender was me.
It was I who didn't like my own work, And tried to shift the blame, On no one there but I on the bike.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 161 Change
You Should've
It occurred to me That you giant ego Caused trouble To who ever knew you.
It never occurred to you That that the conditions Of other people May have been bad.
But the never ending pride Of you and lack of conscience Made it troublesome To whoever met you.
You never saw The trouble you caused. You were never Humble.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 162 Chaos And Commotion
How do you do your work? With a straight forward style, Or with cofusion, With chaos and commotion?
Do you do your work painfully, With stress and rigor, Or with confusion, With chaos and confusion?
I do mine right, I keep things light. I don't have to breathe heavy. I just do my work and work and work.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 163 Chapters
The end, the beginning, And the start. The story of his heart, Unravelled in this chapter.
The blood, the strife, The work and sweat. The chapter of his heart, Being told in this book, For all of us to look.
The laughter, the song, The dance, dancing long. The happiness in the chapter, Of his life.
The tears, the fears, The sadness in this chapter. All life in rainbow chapters, Of the stories in his book.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 164 Chased
Chased
The wind chased the sunlight, And the sunlight bowed to the wind. I woke-up from my dream, Sleeping next to the stream.
The dog chased the squirrel, And I looked at his merriment. I then slept near a tree, How happy I could be.
I chased another one, Down through the forest. I ran so fast and faster, I needed to rest.
But I always loved to chase.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 165 Chasing A Dried Leaf Down The Freeway
I chased a dried leaf on the freeway, The long and twisty freeway of fun. This dry leaf knew no speed limit, Nor laws of the road, over which many cars would run.
Unlike you who drive on the freeway at night, Towards the exit approaching so fast. Welcoming you to a nighttime car crash, A bloody, freeway, car crash sight.
But that leaf didn't mind, It wasn't obstructed by humankind's, Rigid and nature violations, This leaf was free to travel fast on Freeway 4 0 5.
To do as it pleased, to roll around as it pleased, To dance as it danced. On the freeway of his life, That we could not access, For ourselves, the builders.
Traffic so thick, we may as well, Get out of our cars and walk next to them. And still the dried leaf, Rolled off the freeway exit, And returned back home to his garden.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 166 Checking 1,2,3
Checking 1,2,3
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 167 Child
Child
The child played with his toys. They played all girls and boys. But even when there was no noise, The children played on happily.
He saw the childhood in him. He ran and jumped in The playground in his mind. It became the playground in his now.
He played and played and played. Others looked around at him and said. We're missing the fun out right. And they played and got rid of their plight.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 168 Childhood
When he fell of the swing, That small girl picked him up. When she stood on the teeter totter, She stood so straight.
The falls they took, they got up from. The small cuts they got on the see saw, They had their mom, kiss it and made better.
When little girls and boys held hands, To make a Ring Around the Rosy, They made ashes two times and all fell down.
They hit each other, then made up in a minute. They threw sand at each other, then hugged each other. No complacency, just innocence. No ego, no raising of ego walls.
Sometimes they said, 'so there…, ' But a tiny second of an ego there. They pulled each other's hair, Then yanked away to hold each other's hands.
And so they were the high flying birds, Of the playground sand.
The birds on the playground, High flying ones, just as you see at sunset, All flying together as a group. For the children could fly.
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For the children could soar, Together in the wide, blue sky.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 170 Children
He tumbled and fell. He then didn't feel well. But then he smiled so much. These are children as such.
She somersaulted and then, She somersaulted again. So this was such, She played so much.
I joined them in play, And saw my own body. It floated away, Then came back.
I was then also a child at play.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 171 Children And The Snow
Children and the Snow
The snowman stood in the vastness of white. There were so many snowmen around. The whiteness was overwhelming, It did the snowmen surround.
The children who had built them, Were full of happiness and mirth. They gave the meaning of life. They gave it birth.
The snowmen just stood there, And were beautiful to look at. Some snowmen were small and some fat. Nevertheless, their beauty made everyone smile.
These children of the snow, Did not know, What a landscape they had created. What beauty they had made.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 172 Children On The Streets Of India
The girl of twelve told me, A different but then the same story, That boy of four told me, His idea of what life should be.
But I different from them, And yet the same. Couldn't understand that life's game, Couldn't even spare THEM, These very newly arrived, happy and eager ones.
Their laughter, giggles and grin, Their baby souls with hardly a sin, Would eventually face such challenges, That even many adults wouldn't.
These were children of another reality. But these children were just like others, With conditions laid harshly down on them, And called to live up to them, If they could.
The pavement children of India watched, The world swirl around them. Yet they were not a part of that motion. Their own world stood still, every minute and hour.
These children's eyes looked far away, That was not a child's mode. These children's eyes looked hungry, For that food in that beggar's bowl.
I stood next to them,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 173 I sat next to them. I looked at them. Then I did not looked at them.
I looked at them. They looked at me.
Then for that one quantum which seemed an eternity, My heart's soul shrieked. Walking away from them, Never resolving their angst, Not knowing how to.
I now saw from the Salty wet curtains of my eyes, A small boy running to me, With arms full of garlands and presents.
He with no possessions, Bestowed gifts on me. He with no possessions, Smiled and smiled gleefully.
With the hugs he received at the airport's tarmac, I turned my back to him to board my plane. Back to the U.S., Never again to be the same.
Then returning a year later with toys, Candies and smiles for India's children again.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 174 Chocolate Milkshake
Chocolate Milkshake
I always drank milk in my life. With milk I never knew any strife. I had beautiful days and energized my moments too. Chocolate milkshake did so.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 175 Christmas Poetry From The Heavens
Christmas Poetry from the Heavens
You painted the world just so That we can enjoy Christmas poetry. The evergreens shook oh so slightly To the Christmas breeze blowing so lightly.
The words came to me In stanzas from the Heaven. The poems blurred through the cold sky. The gift of God did not lie.
The realism in this winter landscape Meant all the truth shown clearly. I read the poems seriously. They were Christmas poetry from the Heavens.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 176 Christmas Tree
Christmas Tree
It's peak hit the cathedral ceiling In our living room so bright. It's red and gold ornaments Shown so much light.
The presents were scattered Where the fake snow lay. The present wrapping Looked pretty, sparkling and gay.
This Christmas tree belonged to the children Who drank cider and egg nog. The sweet drinks with sugar Reflected the fire from the log.
This pretty fireplace snapped and crackled wide. It's dancing flames shown orange and yellow light. The fireplace fire burned happily in the night While the snowflakes blanketed the ground so white.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 177 Circle
The perfect shape of all shapes, The teaching of the geometry teacher. The perfection of spirituality, In religion the so many chakras.
The spinning of the Earth, In circle motion. A dog chasing it's tail in perfect motion. Running around in cir...
Causing laughter and merriment in children, As round and round goes the carousel, And the children go in circles. The rolling shape causes non-stop motion.
The shape knows no sides. This shape knows no sharpness. This shape knows no stationary position. The circle moves itself and things.
The motion of a skateboard, The speed of a car, Travelling on a train that's going afar. The circle takes so much credit.
For all the fun we have. For all the screams in Disneyland, For the quick response of an ambulance, For the stovetop shaped in a circle so.
My most favorite circle I know, Are the tires of an aero, The plane that moves so slow, On the tarmac first,
Then in the position to GO! ! !
At circle speed, As this airplane's round tires,
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 179 Circle Step
He always walked in a circle step, And caused such a commotion. He said to himself, 'what's their problem? ', This is my way of locomotion.
This guy he just walked in circles, All day, Until the sun's last ray. Where he was, he would stay.
The man who walked in a circle step.
They asked him where he would, End up or start or whatever.
The man retorted back, It doesn't matter, Back forth or whichever. His direction didn't lack.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 180 Circles
Circles
From ice-cream cones to feris wheels To ice to skate on. I fell in love with the perfect shape in the world. Now I pushed down the lane with a rubber tire.
I learned the perfect shape from my geometry teacher. It was such to learn from!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 181 City
I walked on the sidewalks, Of the city. I met rich people and poor. I met people who just sat there, And I met a doer.
The cabs drove by, In hasty speed. One cab drove past me, In others' lead.
The rich ones and poor, Seemed like they were, Playing a role in a drama. A city of lit-up buildings.
An electric drama of the city.
No matter where I roamed, In the city, People and buildings, Loomed everywhere.
In an electric drama of the city.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 182 Clap Your Hands
Clap your hands for you, Clap your hands for me. Clap your hands in synchrony.
I feel clapping is much deserved, For everyone that works so hard, And works so long.
Clap your hands for you. Clap your hands for me. Clap, clap, clap for everyone you see.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 183 Clap, Clap, Clap
Clap your hands for you, Clap your hands for me. Clap your hands in synchrony.
I feel clapping is much deserved, For everyone that works so hard, And works so long.
Clap your hands for you. Clap your hands for me. Clap, clap, clap for everyone you see.
For everyone you see, Clap your hands, And make everyone so happy.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 184 Classroom
School
Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then my heart's chorus would sing I would skip and dance on the sand, Of the playground I knew so well.
I seed and I sawed, can you imagine? My heart was a happy flutter, Of sandboxes and sand castles on the playground. I dreamed, I was not in school.
The next day, the teacher spoke, Of increasing homework from now on. Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then I would vanish onto the playground and sing.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 185 Cliff
Cliff
The cliff lay deep in my heart of hearts. It could either be climbed or come down from. The cliff's craggy shapes began to make me wonder, How life's challenges shaped us.
This cliff was so tall, it had no breath. The lack of oxygen in heights unknown, It made me want to climb it. It made me stare at it.
The cliff of my life that lay in my heart, Was indeed impossible to climb, But I had to. But I had to.
I had to let you go at last, And off the heights you had brought me to. I needed that cliff climb to do it. Exhausted as I was, I finally found peace.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 186 Climbing Trees
Climbing trees was always fun. But the problem kicked in when I was done. Looking far down from my new found perch, Well, that was when I had to search.
In this inquiry, lay a thousand perils. Looking up was pretty unimpeded. But gazing down so very impeded.
For the tree wouldn't provide instructions, Nor badly needed guidance, As where my foot should step down. So I sneaked downward without a sound.
But the baby branch broke! And I held on, By my pinkie, By my thumb, By one soar hand.
Gosh, this girl reached the ground at last, Hopping of that tree, Yes finally!
You see, the tree was her teacher. Teaching lessons of life, It taught her which directions to take, What decisions to make.
When to give up, When not. How to play while learning. And for adventures, keep yearning.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 188 Clock
Clock
I watched it tick, It went without a glitch. I was in awe, With what I saw.
I saw a train, Like thoughts in my brain. But the thoughts moved like magic, The seconds went by.
The seconds went by, Then the minutes I saw, On the long hand of the clock, The movements I couldn't block.
The seconds turned into minutes, The minutes into an hour, An hour into hours, And hours into a day.
I saw the expanse of time eternal.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 189 Cloud
The cloud, it floated, On top of the land. It shifted in the wind, And made shadows on my hand.
I wondered about the beauty, If it meant anything to anyone. It wafted over land and water. Where it traveled, it didn't matter.
It wanted adventure, so true, It moved across the sky so blue. I turned around to see it climb, And saw it and heaven, sweetly entwine.
In colors of blue and white, About which my glad, Pen would write.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 190 Clouds
Clouds in my coffee and a clouded brain. Those clouds that can cause ample rain. That pink cloud, a cotton candy. And fleecy white clouds all around.
The sunshine came out that cloudy day, And washed my mind's clouds away. Still, it stood to chance, That there may be more coming my way.
My mind is clear now, Somehow. And the sky above is blue. And my spirits bounce around too.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 191 Clouds In The Blue Sky Today
The clouds asked the sky, How it was today. The sky told the clouds, How can I say.
Because I can be, Clear and grey in a second's flash, And my fury could have trees lash.
But the clouds now asked, Are we bigger than you? The sky loved to answer, I am too.
The clouds floated around, And saw no competition, So the sky and the clouds, Danced happily all around.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 192 Clouds Passed By
Clouds Passed By
Clouds passed by and I counted them. I didn't amount to much to do such. They passed by like they had no care. They were only there.
I began to wonder if at this time This meant anything or not. The sky was blue and the clouds white. Everything was so bright.
But by and by the thunder came. No matter how I heard it It was the same. It drowned out the clouds and the beautiful day.
The meaning of this phenomenon Was clear to me. That all was wonderful to see. The clouds and the thunder made each other
A beautiful phenomenon.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 193 Coffee
The steam, the sugar, The cocoa beans, The cup, With my cold hands, Wrapped around it.
I couldn't figure out, The price of it. It could've been, A million dollars.
Oh, the taste of it.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 194 Coffee With Candy
I can never decide whether, I'm a grown-up or a girl. Sometimes I jump and hop, On streets of wild abandon. Sometimes I wear high heel shoes.
Then on streets of age old wisdom. Then I work in offices everybody work in. To make their fortune add-up to a billion.
But all this never works for me, I don't understand to always adults be. So I invented an adult-kid coffee, For all the world's adult-kids be.
And that includes most of the world.
The beverage for the nine to five, A coffee add-on to happily survive, The day would go on with drinking bliss, For this coffee comes with a million, Sugary twists.
So now we blended coffee and Koke, So now we mixed coffee and chocolate. Then we added to coffee some candy canes. And we swirled coffee with sugary tea.
This coffee world witnessed coffee and chocolate syrup. And the coffee with strawberry puree, This coffee met it's match, mixed with cocoa nuts. It's very changed flavor with added orange rind.
We now added melted bon bons in this coffee, We melted brown caramel into another. We swirled banana cream in still another. Then sank blueberry puree into the last.
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My coffee added a kick to the office workers' routine. It lifted them up from their daily grind. So I provided free life's coffee, to the World of seven billion of human kind.
Their offices became places of Skipping, jumping and frolicking. Their business hearts a place of sugary caffeinated youth. Now girls and boys emerged at the workplace.
Then a woman came up to me, And said, 'before this coffee, ' An office's delusion I felt.
I could never be that girl, Who still lives in me, For the adult worker in me still likes my coffee, And the sugary heaven still brings out the girl in me.
So the Coffee with Candy set me free.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 196 Coffee, Tea And Me
Coffee, tea and me, In this hazy, warm bakery. I could see, All the goods baked today.
Coffee, tea and me, With three donuts my way. What can I say, I love to eat them and eat them.
Coffee, tea and me. The smell of you entices.
The baker who was standing waiting, Asked me all these questions, While I read the morning paper, Whose headlines read, 'Coffee or tea and you.'
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 197 Coins From Heaven
Coins from heaven, Their heavenly glint. Gold coins shining in the blue sky. Were these meant for me, I cried?
But it issued a warning, The sky above, And warned they were for everyone. I super sighed.
Then heaven itself spoke. It told me, the coins would be, For the ones who deserved them. So I chose everyone on this Earth.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 198 Cold
Cold is the heart, That has no feeling. It is as cold as ice.
Cold in the Northern front, With miles of ice sheets. It is ice.
Cold are the hands of an afraid person. They feel nothing at all. They are as cold as ice.
Cold is the coffee, Having sat on the table, And no one drank it.
Cold are you, When you turn your head away, And never come back again.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 199 Cold Lace In The Sky
Lace was a Snowflake?
Let me show you something in the sky. I told the snowflake I'll it by and by. But the snowflake insisted. And he and I twisted.
Suddenly this snowflake and I Were in a vast region called the sky. This snow version of lace Put an amazed smile on my face.
It looked like lace.
But the snow lace covered the sky. I tried to clutch it by and by. But it alluded me. I couldn't even it hardly see.
But how can snow look like lace? This question I had to face. Now the snow lace surrounded me In this snowy sky so white and pretty.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 200 Cold Water
The water poured in my mind, And made it cool. It was the water in my pool, That made my body so cool.
I thought about water. It was a miracle. It was in plentitude, In ponds, lakes, oceans in cool attitude.
The healthiest drink on Earth, Could turn everything around. It drips almost without a sound.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 201 Cold, Cold, Cold
Cold is the heart, That has no feeling. It is as cold as ice.
Cold in the Northern front, With miles of ice sheets. It is ice.
Cold are the hands of an afraid person. They feel nothing at all. They are as cold as ice.
Cold is the coffee, Having sat on the table, And no one drank it.
Cold are you, When you turn your head away, And never come back again.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 202 College
College
In the babyhood of the start, He attended the college of being born. In the crawling stage He attended the toddler college.
When he turned into the teens He attended the college of beginning love And he learned the art of dating When he just started high school learning.
But the biggest college of them all Was life itself long And strongly he learned To be himself.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 203 Colorado Rocks
Can you hear the rolling notes of the harps, As the sun pours down its golden streams? Can you see the majestic purple, And the jagged mountain peak that gleams?
And behold yonder river is the canyon, Seems to have flotillas of abundant silver, And just a small distance - a fall, Of silvery, cascades of water.
The hillocks there are bright and dotted, With white and scarlet flowers, The pinkness of the misty sunset, Sends down ruby and sparkling showers,
So look up at the silver rimmed cloud, And the traces of gold on it, The white cloud is made of down, And is like a chandelier that's lit.
One giant hand protects these riches, For the palace is His royal splendor, And not even a ruby crown on a cushion, Or a king can match its thunder.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 204 Coloring Nature
The hand held the paintbrush that on a creation brushed, Oh, the color diffused in the moody bright sunlight. The fruited trees' new colors that the paintbrush brushed. Oh, the effervescent churn of the falling azure waves.
Nature's creation gone on and on, Nature's creation painted from one stroke to another. Tiny brush strokes to make a huge picture, So many different colors, in so many hues.
The creation gone wild and expansive. The creation, nature's creation.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 205 Colors
Colors
Grey black it seemed When I closed my eyes In dreams so vivid black. I didn't know what to do.
Yellow white it seemed When I opened my eyes. In reality so vivid white. I didn't know what to do.
Blue surf white When my eyes touched surf. I knew I was inside beauty. I knew I was having fun.
Rainbow colors all around Did all around sound. I heard the colors of the rainbow In my mind, heart and soul.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 206 Come As You Are
Come as You Are
Come all as you are, And lose your pretention. The best I can be, Is just be me.
Come all as you are, And the world will be fine. You'll see the boundaries, Melt down in time.
Come all as you are, And lose your image, Keep the same your visage. It will be easier for all.
Come all as you are, And lose all your pretention, And it will be easy, you see, For both you and me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 207 Come To Me And I'Ll Love You
Come to me and I'll love you. I'll wrap my arms around you. My kisses will surround you. I will deeply love you.
Come to me and I'll love you. You'll be happy and I'll be too. I'll roll you on the beach sand. I'll throw sand at you with a loving hand.
Tell me something, lover boy, Where do you get your charm? I've never seen anyone like you. I've never ever loved anyone like you too.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 208 Community
You, he and I. We work good together. We play together. We're a community.
To help and be helped, Together and forever, Is a community. It is help.
When my trained wrecked, My community helped me. My community loved me. It helped me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 209 Compassionate
Compassionate
If your heart were an open book I'd see a million tears For your feelings about your fellow beings For your feelings about their fears.
I saw the compassion in your eyes. It blurred as I watched it. Your eyes told a story Of the feelings arising in it.
Of compassion I speak. I realize it. Our fellow man Recognize it.
My compassion for you Knows no bounds. I would rather See you happy.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 210 Computer
Computer
I typed my thoughts into my computer But the computer had it's own memory. It was like me a human. I couldn't surpass it's talents.
Weather I did word processing Or something else, My computer corrected my misspelling Because the wrong spelling was corrected.
My computer had a memory of a tremendous sort. It's knowledge though written by humans Was kept in it's circuits and computer neurons! My computer.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 211 Computer Room
Computer Room
The computer room was dark today. These computers had nothing to say. They just sat on this table But of communication they were unable.
The computers keyboard didn't say anything. No one did any typing. The Internet didn't know what to do. Watching all this, I was blue.
Suddenly a white screen popped up. My attention and concentration went up. I decided to write a poem on it. Then all the computers were all lit.
The computer room was dark today. These computers had much to say. They just sat on this table They sat on the table and communicated their own way.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 213 Condor
Condor
The condor's wing span tilted, And he looked a down sweep, On the vastness that was the land beneath him, And he nodded.
The freeways were jammed with gridlock, And the grey fumes filled the sky. The condor watched out for the towers below, And it wanted to cry.
But just as the condor's tears weren't seen, The population hadn't been Yet to what was to come Very soon.
It was the condor's sky he thought But that was for nought For another winged creature with a huge wing span Flew above him.
Airplanes swirled through the skies Of his skies. They didn't care to despise Their own sky clutter.
One day, it'll will be the condor's day. I hope and pray. For the condor's dream Is also my completely ignored dream.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 214 Cones And Candy
Oh ice-cream cones and cotton candy, How I devour you in a second's time. I slurp and slime on your soft, cold layer. I crunch on your vanilla cone. Cotton candy How I love to pinch you. When I do that There no resistance just air. I can put all of you in my mouth all at once.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 215 Control Technology
Technology has entered our lives. Understanding it is our job. We think we're surrounded by a new beauty, Of satellites and such.
Our cell phones with apps And our gleaming laptops What will man be left to do Except inside a whirl of technology? '
I think we need to understand That God's work we should demand That humankind should be humble In tinkering with tech.
I told my friend How this could be And she heard me through Through satellite be.
I called my mother across the States And there her hologram stood in my face As if she was right here in my space Then I shut my cell phone off and she was gone.
And so I won't have to fly to her Three-thousand miles across the States. I don't know what to do now With my time and my life in this 'human' race.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 216 Cookie
Today I dunked, A chocolate chip cookie, Into a Diet Koke, And I loved it so.
Today I dunked, A lemon drop, Into yellow lemonade, And I loved it so.
Today I dunked, A fresh strawberry, Into wild strawberry juice, And I loved it so.
Today I immersed, My head, Into a long book, And I loved it so.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 217 Cooling Water
Cooling water, you quench my thirst. Of all the drinks, I choose you first. The global resource, continents wide, All waters side by side.
The water in my eyes, Give me fresh site. The iciness, I invite. Beautiful water I love so much.
I once wrote stories about water. The main endings were the same. The stories all ended happily. To all the conflicts, there was no blame.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 218 Cottage Or Apartment
The roses' and the vines' fragrance, Mingled with my cottage air. Maine's preponderance of pines, Surrounded my cottage fair.
The heavenly light ray, Pierced through the fir tree. It made my life there, A nature fantasy.
That wooden kyake parked on the Sound, Spoke to me of learning the sea. Twittering birds and wild turkeys, Spoke to me of how life should be.
But the human in me, never quite satisfied, Yearned for alterations, Of happiness that could have been, A still happier life, that could have been.
But I started to focus on tiny details, Of a flutter of a bird's wing. Of the way these birds could sing. Of the way these birds flew.
All these things my heart could not do. It just could not do.
I now wanted to live in an apartment, Dissatisfied with my cottage, Dissatisfied with nature and God's forest, And trees, and what could be.
Then I realized, how far I had strayed, From my own childhood happiness, That spontaneous happy ignition,
Where happiness resided.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 219 But I never opened that shiny door, Where this happiness was stored.
Well, I now smelled the pine tree needles, The freshness of that inviting river, That babbling brook of my Maine, Where my cottage stood, Way in the undergrowth, Where my feet wanted to trod.
Down that way to that awaiting happiness, Given to each of us, free by God, That lay deep, so deep in our heart. That I would never from this cottage part.
To any move to any apartment, anywhere, To seek some fantasy happiness, But uncapturable again, Since once again, depending on outside appearances.
Godly happiness, once more ignored.
So both the cottage and the apartment failed you. Childhood happiness, once more ignored. No cottage nor apartment living, could your happiness find.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 220 Cotton Candy And Clouds
Airplane please fly through, The pink and fluffy, fluffy blue. Oh, I can taste the savory stuff. You're flying through a floating puff.
They're too good, these clouds I know. The pink and blue in sunshine show, That this sky candy, I must eat. It's taste no other food can beat.
I wanted to lean out of the plane, Eat cotton candy outside my window pane. Now I suddenly saw that the pink and blue, Were clouds and not candy too.
But now the plane landed, And I ran to the counter, Of the airport candy shop, And gorged on the cloudy looking, Blue and pink candy.
I love, Cotton candy and clouds.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 221 Counseling
Counseling
I have problems. You have problems. We do nothing but fight. Your face and fists get tight.
Nothing can be said, That can be nice. Nothing can be done. Nothing can be done.
But I went to seek a man. He said he was a counselor. You came with me, And I with you.
We both went to be counseled. It took months and years. It took a lot of counseling. But it worked.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 222 Cover Song
Making your way in this corrupt world, takes every Ounce of strength.
Wouldn't you like to run away from your problems And see, that really you're not that different than me. But you think you are, and that's your ego trip.
All of these days, you've cried and never checked your check in the mail. Never thinking about security, always Leaving a trail. Then wondering how people look at you, Like an object on sale.
Do you want to get away, to where everybody Knows your name? But you choose loneliness instead.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 223 Cried So Hard
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 224 Crowd
The masses of people, Moving in a crowd, Formed circles like in a cloud. But they didn't speak to each other.
These masses, Didn't move around. They shoved and pressed, Each other around.
Their movements seemed useless. Their actions careless. Their walking around without direction. This crowd.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 225 Cyber Agony
Cyber agony got me hurt. My Internet grabbed my hand pulling me in. Whizzing through electronics and what not. I reached an opinion of the state of our world.
I flew so quickly and in wooshes and swooshes, Reading messages from lovers, friends and businesses. My eyes now were glued to the pretty pictures inside the Net. I wondered about file contents and their security.
But when my cyber man inside screen, Pulled me out on time, I jumped-up, ran away and hid behind a tree. I so wanted to come back out from a computer.
Well, it was a world of worlds living together, At the same time. From the bakery on the corner to the Google of the Earth, This Internet held everything from death to birth.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 226 Cyber Cafe Rajpur Road Dehra Dun Planning
Planning a trip to Simla, the ultimate mountains, Retaining same taxi driver for safety. He teaching me Hindi songs, I have him singing American ones.
He loves, 'Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do…' We both are enjoying the lush rainforests, But a huge sign on the continually winding mountain roads says, 'speed thrill, will kill.'
But the driver continues, me looking down, Into a valley of great depth. We both enter a coffee house, And I order Indian tea grown on the slopes of Darjeeling.
Now I see that famous site of India, A nations's incredible tolerance, The Hindu's acceptance of all religions, In Hindustan.
Garb by garb, Whether yellow and saffron, White with white caps, Green with orange, All religions accept, In Hindustan.
So I from the World's Most Populous Democracy, Returning days later, To the World's Most Popular Democracy, I bless all people of this world, In being the same and also so divergent.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 227 Dagger In The Cloud
Of all my imaginings I never saw a site, That perturbed me so, as this sky's light. Focused on the bank of illuminated clouds, I played that game of which cloud was shaped how.
But play as I may, I was struck with terror. I thought my head was playing tricks. How could a beauteous, Heaven formed thing, Spark thoughts of evil imaginings?
What was that forboeding I couldn't figure out? So I stared from my plane at that strange, scary cloud. The closer I focused, the more it appeared, That a dagger was embedded in that cloud so near.
I pondered on this in the plane in the sky, I pondered on this, as we flew slowly by. That dagger in the cloud, Bespoke me of daggers RED.
Yet, no blood shone in the white against blue. Because now I realized, what I NEVER knew. That in any place on the reality map.
Angel was with Satan, Satan was with Angel, Cloud held it's dagger, Dagger gripped it's cloud.
Together they would dwell forever, For us to chose one or either. We continue our constant fight. To stay with the Angel.
And deliver us from (d) evil.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 228 Daisy
Daisy
The daisy in the field of flowers Mesmerized me With it's colorful but simple beauty. It was meant to be.
I plucked one of the flowers And the other objected. That was not supposed to be After spring showers.
I put the daisy down. I realized the flowers were right. So I thought about what I had done. I thought about it day and night.
So God has made nature to be He has made it to see. We are not to alter it. We don't need to touch it.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 229 Dance Of The Romance
She stepped one forward and screamed at him, Now her hatred for him steamed from her head. Now her face turned anger red. Then with a twist, her feet turned around. She walked away from him ten steps away, leaving sad. Didn't she know her behavior hurt her lover bad?
The sun shined so luminescent outside her, The sun's rays razzled and dazzled inside her. She tippy-toed and danced in circles around him, She kissed his lips with her full and sweet ones. She apologized for screaming and hating, And put two steps toward him.
But his serious affect mader her stop, As he stepped back twenty steps away from her. He took five more steps away from her and told her negatives. He took the same number back to her, cooling down.
And when they both placed their arms around each other, They rolled on the California sand, pressing their bodies in it's warmth.
He laughing, she giggling. Both hugging. Both kissing. They held hands with the pretty one, taking two steps to the left, Then the handsome one taking five to the right. But not from anger anymore, but from two hearts Melting into one.
So she had danced the romance when angry at him, Then happy with him.
He had danced the romance when happy with her with Ten steps forward, then angry with twenty steps Away from her. All footsteps of the lovers' emotions.
So they danced the romance, And they danced their love away.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 231 Dark Hours
Dark Hours
She spent dark hours and saw the darkness Around her all over the place where she stood. The moment of light never entered her mind And the rays of light never entered the skies.
It seemed the world around didn't care. She was alone. Her breath was unknown. Her eyes were unseen by others.
She brightened up that moment onwards. She sang a song to herself. The sun's rays shot through the sky And their radiance were upon her.
The magic of that moment Lay in God Himself. She discovered Him And He healed her.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 232 Daughter
Daughter
Daughter, daughter, daughter do Because I love you, I love you, I love you. You're my angel and it's obvious That you make happy in all ways.
You are a worker, not a trouble maker. You're not a taker But a giver. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are my daughter do.
You're the light of my light. You're everything right. You're the sun and it's rays. You're gorgeous in all different ways.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 233 Day
Yes, being good.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 234 Dear Robin Red-Breast
Dear Robin red breast, You sat upon a branch, Right outside my door. How bright red you looked.
You flew away when I neared you. You just didn't want me to decipher you, To paint your image, Or to write a poem about your bright red color.
You just wanted me to look at you with no opinion.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 235 Death Is My Friend
Death is my friend.
We lie together on the ocean blown sand. He is my gentle guide and saint. He's rocked in my arms, and burrowed in my heart. I found him playing in my crade, when I was just born.
Death is so loved by me, Even his non-living ways. As living as I may be, Death has seen life and death. Because I have death glam, My friend looks sweet. I lie underneath the apple tree with a heart beating with gladness.
With one whose heartbeat doesn't exist. But now I must stand up and leave him be, So I walk in the opposite direction.
Death is a sweet friend, But I'd rather meet him one day Far in a distant time, Then he'll be mine, a friend close to me. Then I'll be just like him, Hand in hand, this time matching eath other
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 236 Death Without Life
I suffered a death without life. You see, anything I wanted I couldn't have. You see, anything I wanted to see I couldn't. I suffered a death without life.
I never knew the beauty of a daisy. I never gazed at the color of a rose. Somehow all the people's faces eluded me. I didn't see any of them.
I suffered a death without life. It was time for me to go, But I hadn't enjoyed my life. I suffered a death without life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 237 Deep Blue
Deep blue embedded into a charmed sky, So twilight spoke of night coming. The night came slowly in different coloring.
The red of the setting sun, The darkening sky, The colors intermingling, To swirl in colors entangling.
Deep blue embedded into the sky, So twilight spoke of night coming.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 238 Deep Colors Of Earth
They move me so, The deep colors of Earth. The dark brown soil, And the deep blue water.
I liked to play with my bucket of sand, With any toys at hand, With the deep colors of Earth.
The post thunderous sky, Which I cannot pass by, Is so beautiful to me.
The deep forest green, Like nature's beauty queen, Mesmerizes me.
They move me so, The deep colors of Earth.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 239 Dehra Doon Valley Girl Himalaya R A P
Hey, hey hey, hey, (clap, cla
clap, clap)
Si li con Va lley girl.
There's another very cute, smart Valley Girl.
The Himalaya Dehra Doon Valley girl.
With it's red colored rivers,
Beds made of red clay,
Is MY valley and really no other.
Rappers would call this rapping girl kkkool.
Hi ma lay an Va lley girl,
Aren't I the coolest?
And aren't I the rappiest?
In Himalayas I reside,
In Siddhartha I confide,
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Then smile a sunniest, sunshine smile,
Because everyone is equal and all are fine,
You're another Valley Girl innerly divine.
You're the other valley girl I know.
You're very fine and wonderful so,
Girl in the world
Because you live in a valley of light,
Just like me!
So ooooooooooooooooooo,
One two three four,
American valley and Red River Vallies,
Are our mutual door,
To ENLIGHTENMENT like never before.
Silicon and Himalaya girls.
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Yeeeaaaaa h!
Hi ma la ya!
ABODE OF ICE
From the Dehra Dun Red River Valley Girl.
Dum dum dah dum DUM!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 242 Dehra Dun Himalaya Valley Girl
D E H R A D U N V A L L E Y G I R L
R A P
(F R OM T H E H I M A L A Y A M O U N T A I N S)
Hey, hey hey, hey, (clap, clap clap, clap)
Si li con Va lley girl.
There's another cute and smart vall ey girl.
Her home is in a valley too.
The Dehra Doon Valley,
With it's red colored rivers,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 243 Beds made of clay for that strange color.
Is MY valley and really no other.
Any rapper would call this rapping girl kkkool.
Hi ma lay an Va lley girl,
Aren't you the coolest?
And aren't you the rappiest?
In Himalayas I reside,
In Siddhartha I confide,
Then smile a sunniest, sunshine smile,
Because everyone is equal and all are fine,
And even if your snack bag is called 'Silicon Chips, '
You're another Valley Girl innerly divine.
Silicon Valley girl,
You're a fine and wonderful,
Girl in the world
Because you live in a valley of light,
Just like me!
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So ooooooooooooooooooo,
One two three four,
Silicon and Red River Valley
Are our mutual door,
To ENLIGHTENMENT like never before.
Yeaeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa h!
Silicon and Himalaya girls.
Yeeeaaaaa h !
Hi ma la ya!
From the Red River Valley Girl.
Dum dum dah dum DUM!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 245 Depression
I Tried
I Tried and tried But it didn't work. The depression was on an on switch. I didn't quit.
I thought I was a fighter But couldn't fight this one So I let it take it's course A casual one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 246 Deprissin
I Tried
I Tried and tried But it didn't work. The depression was on and on switch. iT DIDNT QUIT. I didn't quit.
I thought I was a fighter But couldn't fight this one So I let it take it's course A casual one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 247 Depth Of Water
In the depth of water, I realized through my reflection, That life was really good, That life was playful and fine.
When I looked through, The depth of water, I thanked it, For being itself.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 248 Desire Fire
I desired a toy one day, Then a huge and pink kite. Then I wanted a huge, Toy truck in total blinding sight.
In teen-age years I wanted this boy, His white teeth and long hair made him my joy. This aching desire, Set my heart on fire.
So then I desired other things, Like a need to drink some beer, Some red wine to let me think, More about my dear.
It seemed to me that desire, Consumed all I did. It burned down all I wanted. Turning into a flame leaping fire.
I still thought this desire, Would make me weepingly joyful.
It burst into flames of excitement, Then my complete destruction, Into a fire burning down all. Burning down total desire.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 249 Destination Destiny
I jumped onto the side step of the train, The train going off schedule, This train I knew not where, It was travelling to.
But I loved the ride.
I ran fast after a bus, Throwing out my hand to flag it down. It picked me up and took, Me around, All of downtown.
And I loved the ride.
I ran with my bike on it's side, Trying to climb it's seat so high. My right leg swung around it. 'I made it, ' I yelled with a sigh.
And I loved this bike ride.
So I knew my destination, Didn't lie. It's only road was it's destiny.
Train, bus and bike' destinations, Were where they were destined to go. Where they were destined to be.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 251 Destination Stop!
I sat in a room with horrific thoughts, Wondering why this was happening. Thoughts in blood red and unhappy endings, Thoughts of roads rocky, craggy and bending.
I went for a walk now. My horrific thoughts were on. They all sang an out of tune song, Whose slanted and cracking notes, Terrifying me.
But the laughter of children, Caught my ear. They played ever so near. My destination nightmare was over.
I averted destination stop, And all the scariness was over.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 252 Destinations' Destiny
I stood still, In the pouring rain, Then jumped on The side step of a train.
On a sunny day, I stood, Waiting for a bus, I took.
One windy day, On the sidewalk, I decided to Take a tranquil walk.
In either one of those cases, It occurred to me, That those small destinations, Led to my destiny.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 253 Destiny Of Destinations
I stood waiting, For the nearby bus. I jumped on it's side step. It was just a fun ride.
I turned away, From the approaching train. I got onboard. T'was easy no pain.
I rode my bicycle, To the local store. I was fashionable, In the bike gear I wore.
My destinations were many, My destiny was one, Made out of the destinations, I especially took.
All out of my own choice.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 254 Dewdrops
Dew drops perched, On top of rose petals, In the freshly perfumed air. Beauty so rare.
Dew drops wet on flowers, After fresh and pretty rain showers. Dew on different colored plants. Beauty so rare.
Dew drops from sprinkling rain, Washed away my longstanding pain. Just to feel them on my hand. Heaven so rare.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 255 Did Day
The void where it all Blooms from. This vacuum is Where it's at.
All the universe's Truth Is where the void is located. How amazing.
The Void is where You should get all your songs and stories. This Void is what Prince Siddhartha, the Gautama Buddha taught about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 256 Did I Do That?
Did I Do That?
I kissed you, Then I yelled at you. I ran to you, Then ran away from you.
I wanted you, Then I was repulsed by you. I wanted to take you out, Then was sorry I did.
Did I do that? Did I do these things? Perhaps this was called love
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 257 Did You Once?
Did you once think, That the world was pure, That it's certainty was sure? I used to think so.
But rest assured, I began to see, Imperfections in you, And in me.
This world whirled around, On tilted axis, not straight. It's inhabitants also, Did not act straight.
But whatever happened, It happened for the good and bad. This world is sometimes not for me to live in. Sometimes it is.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 258 Did You Say You Were Funny?
You were funny from the start. I had to admit that right away. You made jokes and a jokester of yourself. You were a clown indeed.
But then one day, The funniest day of your life, Came the funniest joke with laughter rife. It made my day.
You always make my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 259 Did You See That?
Did you see that? A train with people crouching on top? I saw a beggar's glance, Looking up at me from the pavement.
Did you see that? A girl with an amputated leg? She's lays in a hospital bed, A bed that looks sad.
Did you see that? The face of one who lost his job, And the affects of his family? They all look so afraid?
Did you see that? That nuclear reactor plant, And those living in the city near it? Did you see the radioactivity?
Did you see our world explode?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 260 Did You Tell Me You'Re The Only One?
Did You Tell Me You're the Only One?
Did you tell me you're the only one? Those are the only words I shun. You leave out people exiting your soul. You leave out people out of your circle.
You're the only one.
Well then, can you make me happy? Can you make me sad? Can you glamorize me, And give me a Hollywood ride.
Can you change the world, So it would spin on another axis? Can you change the world, So it would turn the other way around?
Did you tell me you're the only one? Can you tell me you're the only one? If you were, you wouldn't have to say it. If you were, you wouldn't have to shout it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 261 Didn't Have To Look
New Poem
I never looked out in the distance To find an original theme. I had already looked at life And I saw it's universality.
The roots of my dreams Seemed like they belonged In the realm of my life And others' too.
There was no need to find a poem. The world and universe were a million poems. I dreamt poems, I ate poems and I walked poems too. Poems were a life so incredible so.
I never found a place Where dreams were not present. It amounted to this. Poems were the power.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 262 Didn'T I Tell You?
Didn't I tell you, To look-up from your work, Even just once wouldn't you? You didn't want to.
Didn't I tell you, To look around at the beauty, That is this world? But your head stayed bowed to your desk.
Didn't I tell you, To see what's around you? I told you to enjoy. But your fingers stayed on the keyboard.
One day you told me, That you would retire early, That life had passed you by, And if I would enjoy it with me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 263 Different Colored Flower
I went searching for that perfect colored petal, But I ran this way and that way and this way again, Yet I couldn’t settle one in God’s garden. God’s garden manufactured so many gorgeous colored petals.
Oh, I found one now because I held the black one in my hand, I But oh, I dropped it without an inkling because I saw a white one. But I jumped so happily at the petal that was red. I let it go without thinking for the purple petal.
I now binged on fistfuls of rainbow petals, Then I unfurled my palm and let them go. I walked quietly through God’s garden and yelled, “What is the meaning of all this God? ”
“You surround me with stunning beauty, You produce this garden joy, You whisper in my ear to partake of your creation, But you deny me my human decision.”
GOD REPLIED, “I did not offer this garden of stunning colored petals, For you to discriminate the flowers because of their colors. I don’t want you to pick out any color as BEST for life. The boy asked God, “so you won’t even let me give my Mom, A red petalled rose on her birthday? You are cruel God! ”
And suddenly, the boy’s arms were overladen with, Vast bouquets of varied colored flowers to take home. This boy handed over the red roses to his Mom for her birthday, A yellow petalled flower to his baby sister.
And he saved the rest for himself. He didn’t go chasing and dropping flowers anymore. But he ran and skipped and laughed with joy, While he flung and caught, so many different colored petals.
From the forest of yellow, pink, violet, white, red, orange and black colored petals. This boy now couldn’t PREFER ANY COLOR because he so loved all.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 264 So all the flowers in the forest turned a special treat for him. He was so much richer for that.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 265 Director In Chief
Director
You directed my life Dear counselor. It would be a nice road To travel by.
You directed me In right paths. To be wonderful And do good to others.
I liked what you taught me Oh mother and father. Through your love for me I travel the path in glee.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 266 Dirt
Dirt
The ashes and the dirt Made for a sad scene Mixed with tears and more. It seemed nothing else mattered.
So nothing else mattered And the ashes and the dirt Intermixed with themselves. It was so sad.
No matter where I go Or what I do I never want to see that again. I would rather see the pouring rain and lilies.
I would rather be amongst happy things. There would be no ashes and dirt. I would celebrate my mirth If that could happen.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 267 Discovery
And then it came to me, What I most wanted to be. As the days turned into long drawn years, And life was no more worries and fears; I realized then, That if I could just love and give, Life could be for everyone, Much easier to live.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 268 Distance
New Poem
I never looked out in the distance To find an original theme. I had already looked at life And I saw it's universality.
The roots of my dreams Seemed like they belonged In the realm of my life And others' too.
There was no need to find a poem. The world and universe were a million poems. I dreamt poems, I ate poems and I walked poems too. Poems were a life so incredible so.
I never found a place Where dreams were not present. It amounted to this. Poems were the power.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 269 Distant Land
Distant Land
Let's run away To a far and distant land. Let's run away To a place never known.
The mystery of our hearts. From this secret we never part. Let's run away. Let's run away.
This land is in my heart. This land is in your heart. It's the land Of heaven and love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 270 Divine
Divine
Divine are the waterfalls That crash at their bottom. Divine are the ocean waves That crash on the sand.
I like my things divine. I don't like things profound Just divine simplicity. I like my things divine and simple.
What are the tropical trees If not divine? What are the desert sands If not divine?
I looked-up and saw a divine kite. You were flying it. The kite flew high and divine. I loved it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 271 Do You Know Me?
I saw you saunter in the shade of a tree, Each leg almost crossing the other. You must wonder about me, And where I would be.
But the longer your thoughts wound around, The same feeling came up over and over again. You couldn't sit down comfortably under that tree. Do you love me? Do you know me?
It was in the knowing or not knowing, That your sauntering mind couldn't figure out. You had to make-up your mind. You had to leave.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 272 Do You Know?
Do You Know?
Do you know what I said, Yesterday, whispering in your ear? You just turned away, And didn't even say a word back.
Do you know that, When you whispered to me the next day, I listened very carefully, And gave your some solutions.
We really need to marry our hearts, If not ourselves, And make a lovely place, For our heart's content.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 273 Do You Love Me?
Do You Love Me?
Do you love me when I cry, Will you love me till I die. But do you love me right now? Do you love me forever?
I know I love you forever too, I know, I know, I do. The magical quality, Of our lover's stare, Makes me ever love you.
You were my friend at first. We are friends now. Now we are married. Our love carried, Forever and a day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 274 Do You Require Company Or Do You Require Privacy?
I the one who always was, The one with all the friends. I was the one who always was, Following latest fashion trends.
I loved parties and friends too, Laughing loudly and making jokes. Indulging in never ending friendships, And the family likeness too.
But time passed and things got hectic, In a way, no one would guess. The likelihood of being in the same place, At the same time got less.
The likelihood of having to figure things out, Took predence now.
Whereas there was one job, now there were a hundred. Stress and weakening friendships resulted, Bringing out more problems now.
It was in the heat of the sweat, It was in the race to cut debt. It was the struggle and it was the stress. It was not the no, nor not the yes.
All this turned me into a recluse. I wanted privacy. No excuse. For wanting just myself and this room.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 275 Turned exciting to me, I could now talk to this room happily, With no interruptions and people talking loudly. It occurred to me, it was still not the best it could be.
But now I realized that my inner self, Could not be satisfied, By being in either company, Or partaking of privacy.
And when I looked inside that perfect place, I found the answer to that oft sought query. Between keeping company and relishing privacy,
That you're not alone, When you're without friends. And you're still not alone, When you're needing privacy.
Because then you're on on your own.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 276 Dollars
Green
The numbers were great. All mankind did appreciate. In the United States The green meant dollars.
Our lives were at stake As the greens made up awake That the diminishing returns Told me that I had to work harder.
The work and jobs increased therefore. I worked hours and hours galore. The work that was to be found Was nowhere now to be found.
The reality landed on the ground. It did me surround. It worked that way Today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 277 Dolls And Dollas
Dolls and Dollas
What could be my dolls. They are the deepest part of my soul. They are the sun and sky. They learned to fly the kite.
My dolls and dollas Were so sugaree sweet. They smelled like a garden. They were angelic like a face like a ight.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 278 Don And Jill
Don and Jill Were masters of life But couldn't do Without each other.
They couldn't stay Without each other. When asked why They couldn't reply.
It seemed they were one And couldn't survive alone. There they were shaky And couldn't function.
I asked them they should Be on their own first. They didn't reply. But Don and Jill split apart and said good bye.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 279 Don'T Ask You?
Dont ask you? Why? Why such a frown, Why are you so down? Cut it out, you look like a clown.
Don't ask you? Why? Such a gloomy face at hand, Go to hell and be damned, Nobody likes a sad person at hand.
Don't ask you? Why? What happened all of a sudden, Sadness for so long is a sad disposition. Why don't you brighten up and get rid of your notion.
Get away and get out? Why? I want to help you. Don't you see what I'm saying is true? Once your sad, sadness sticks like glue.
Stay here? Okay and why not? I see, he left you and left you behind. So what? It happends to many of our kind. So what? Everyone fights but you will find, That happiness is the road to a peaceful mind.
Stay here? Okay and why not? But now what is it, You have gotten over the fight, You feel happy and bright? Good, smile with all your might.
Don't go away? Well, you see? See, I have to go away, Nice talking to you today, Now stay this way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 280 Don'T Do This
I thought we were okay on this. Don't do this. But you were bent on it. You did this.
How many talks between people, Sound like this? To many talks like this Go like this.
The stretch between mind and heart, Needs to be looked at. The heart needs to be weighed heavy. The mind not so much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 281 Don't Know Anymore
Ego
You used to be my friend. We will be again. But today we fought to the end. We were using our egos.
The topic of enemy line, Had nothing to do with words fine. These words were deleterious. They were harmful and eogtiscal.
And so our battle raged on and on. We fought and fought and fought. We forgoet each other's evil words not. For our egos we had to fight.
But then we were silent and lonely. What was life without a friend. What was life without friendship in the end. It was the ego the enemy and humility the friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 282 Don'T Like To
Oh, I don't see the light, For it is sparkling too bright.
Oh, I don't like to Drink from youth. Make me listen to, The old too.
Oh, I don't hear your voice, For it is drowned out in the noise.
I don't want to hear the truth. I don't want to see the truth.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 283 Don'T Worry Don'T Hurry
Don't Worry Don't Hurry
I told you this a long time back. Don't worry don't hurry, But you never listened.
One day you learned to ride a bike. I told you, don't worry don't worry. But you couldn't help your spillage.
I stopped telling you this today, And you slowed down. You told me, don't worry don't hurry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 284 Don'T Worry Don'T Hurry
Don't Worry Don't Hurry
I told you this a long time back. Don't worry don't hurry, But you never listened.
One day you learned to ride a bike. I told you, don't worry don't worry. But you couldn't help your spillage.
I stopped telling you this today, And you slowed down. You told me, don't worry don't hurry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 285 Door
I kicked the door, And wanted to more, So I kicked it wide open. It back against the wall.
Why I kicked it open, I was not sure. It seemed the natural, Thing to do I'm sure.
I slammed the door shut, The whole door took a fall. I slammed it against itself, It's frame tremoring against the wall.
Somehow five hundred doors opened to me, I wondered how in the world that could be. However, they beckoned me to come, But after all I had done.
I couldn't.
So I shut all doors of opportunity, That were placed before me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 286 Door Ajar
I walked in through that door, Which was only halfway open. I walked in through another one, That was only halfway closed.
In my confusion for which one to take, I decided to take both, one at a time. I then realized that neither one or the other, Mattered while I wandered in.
I walked in through doors ajar, Half open or closed in my life. It made no difference, as I walked through, For which one was wrong or which was right.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 287 Doorway
Doorway
The door opened and then shut. It's mind not open to anything. It's heart not open to love. This door just decided to shut.
However many loves I felt, I've never felt just like yours. You were the one who opened the shut door. And let the streaming love stream in.
My heart opened up then. I said I believed in love. Love was a flying swallow In a sky of white clouds.
You opened the door To our love Bigger than big. Our love's doors now open.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 288 Dream
Said a maiden looking up To the sparkle that was a star, 'Dear God, unlock my cage And let me go yonder into that Moon-washed field.
Let me be alone and lie down To tumble in the dewy grass, to move about without direction In union with raptorous eternity.
So now her wish was granted. She picked up one foot, She floated for she took relish In the blue-green sea of light.
When tumbling her pink and blue frock, Pressed all around her. Her black hair around it. Now one star becoming two, Descended and fiiled her eyes,
With her black hair, And all dewy eternity caressed her. She floated into the stars. She was with him, not alone.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 289 Dreaming
School
Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then my heart's chorus would sing I would skip and dance on the sand, Of the playground I knew so well.
I seed and I sawed, can you imagine? My heart was a happy flutter, Of sandboxes and sand castles on the playground. I dreamed, I was not in school.
The next day, the teacher spoke, Of increasing homework from now on. Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then I would vanish onto the playground and sing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 290 Drinking God's Beauty
Yes, I did drink God's beauty, His lakes, oceans and rain. It did me so good to do, It took away my pain.
God's golden clouds and sky, Didn't by me get by. I wrestled with them in spirit. It all my body and soul lit.
Yes, I did drink God's beauty, In the rain storms he sent. All trees dripping, as they bent. What more could I ask for?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 291 Drop Or Not
Apple
This fruit fell on the earth With passionate force. It happened there was a storm. I saw it.
The other fruit stayed on it's branch. It stayed on it for a long time. It didn't move at all So I plucked it and ate it.
Whether the fruit dropped or stayed I was happy with it. I loved all and everything In this world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 292 Drops Of Rain
Raindrops
Raindrops fell where they may. My wet umbrella did stay, In my hand. It held it so tight.
Raindrops fell on flowers. The fresh rainfall showered. I meant to catch the drops, In my hand and keep it's shape.
The sunshine dried the rain. The grass turned completely green. The raindrops vanished so. I decided to take in the view and go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 293 Ducks, Geese And Cars Crossing The Street
Ducks and geese, Marched in a limited line, Knowing full well the goal across, Was the other side of the street.
These birds reached that side, In the second of an eye.
The cars and trucks, On an angle from then, Crossed the intersected street, Knowing full well how long it would take,
To reach their goals, To head home, In hours from the time they travelled.
Looking at the bird's travel routes, Made the car people wonder, Whether their cars were just a blunder, That got them nowhere,
With high speed, And ducks and geese went everywhere, To their own home and home street. With just walking speed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 294 Ear That Never Listened
Angel wing's flutter engaged me. Heavenly harps played for me. Celestial music hypnotized me. Godly words sensitized me.
Choruses sang faster. Preachers preached louder. That message got stronger Heaven's stories got longer.
Christians preached to me Hindus bowed to me. Buddhists accepted me.
But this world was just like me. Preferring ego, war and strife. Shutting out messages it doesn't like. Asking for weapons causing nuclear strikes.
Never asking what went wrong, When war brought home a damaged son, Humanity's destruction personally done. So heaven's songs never sung.
In the ear that never listened.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 295 Eepect
You were funny from the start. I had to admit that right away. You made jokes and a jokester of yourself. You were a clown indeed.
But then one day, The funniest day of your life, Came the funniest joke with laughter rife. It made my day.
You always make my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 296 Eggnog, Toys And Santa Claus
Eggnog Toys and Santa Claus
I drank so much eggnog That I felt so filled Filled with the joy of Christmas here.
That tree with the ornaments The colors that filled my eyes And Santa Claus coming down the chimney How come his clothes are never soot-ed?
I felt that the green and red Christmas cookies Matched the eggnog good And Santa Claus' suit too. He said 'ho, ho, ho' to me and only to me.
Santa Claus was only mine. He brought me toys in good time He greeted me so brightly so, As bright as the white, cold snow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 297 Ego
Ego
You used to be my friend. We will be again. But today we fought to the end. We were using our egos.
The topic of enemy line, Had nothing to do with words fine. These words were deleterious. They were harmful and eogtical.
And so our battle raged on and on. We fought and fought and fought. We forget each other's evil words not.
But then we were silent and lonely. What was life without a friend. What was life without friendship in the end. It was the ego the enemy and humility the friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 298 Ego Walls
There was this Chemistry
There was this chemistry Between you and me That only the egos spoiled. That was the matter of the fights.
The egos clashed between you and me. It spoiled all your love for me. We fought so much The love subsided.
The ego walls were now suspended. Our hearts did depended On our love for each other For there was none better than this.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 299 Either Way
They Were All Beautiful
I watched pink turn into lavender, And red turned in yellow. Either way their color, They were so beautiful.
I watched the fresh leaves on the tree, Turn moist then to dry. It was all lovely, Whether in summer or fall.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 300 Electric Love
Electric love, You did not find me. I searched and searched, For years of eternity.
You kept me waiting, For so long, That I couldn't stay holding on. I just wasn't that strong.
But I did hold on.
Oh electric love, When I found him, Electric sparks flew. He looked at me with longing too.
And either way he looked, he looked so good.
But electric love, Will you hold him for me? I want to love him, For an eternity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 301 Elf
Elf in my garden, Elf of my dream, Elf always dressed in leafy green.
He sat there in the twinkle, In my eye. He looked at me then didn't. I tried walking away but couldn't.
I couldn't prove if he was real. I couldn't even do that, Because I couldn't see him clear.
So then was he the elf of childhood dreams? The possibility seems, That he only resided in the garden of my mind, In an imaginary green that he wore.
But one twilight he spoke to me, His first words whispered to me, That he lived in my garden of eternity. That his life here was a reality.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 302 Emotional
Will Be Back in Ten Minutes
Lori my friend as of a few minutes, I cherish you completely. You brought emotional wealth and fun in my life. Your smile like a child's.
I asked you weather you wanted to play, On the playgrounds of life. We both conceided! So be bother skipped, hopped and jumped to it. Lori my friend as of an hour so far.
I
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 303 Enraptured
Enraptured
Tiny glitters of sun shown my path, As I walked along the country road. It was as if the sun kissed me. I whistled my merry way.
It's not as if life hadn't rained on it. But today it did not. I weighted the good and the bad, And came out happily shouting out loud.
My glitters of funshine, Make it that way. Don't keep the sunshine for another day. And I will be happy always.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 304 Entropy
Entropy
That castle under went entropy. That door went from a new one and then to disorder. I couldn't believe that
EVERYTHING
Undergoes towards A STATE OF ENTROPY.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 305 Environment
With Great Sorrow
He doesn't know. He doesn't know. With great sorrow He writes this.
Whether a plant does not grow And the wind does not blow And the Earth's circumference Does not enjoy the greenery.
He realizes then That our great, great Earth Does not know the meaning of 'pure.' The pollution does soar.
He does know. He does know What to do. He starts working on the environment.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 306 Environment Threatened
With Great Sorrow
He doesn't know. He doesn't know. With great sorrow He writes this.
Weather a plant does not grow And the wind does not blow And the Earth's circumference Does not enjoy the greenery.
He realizes then That our great, great Earth Does not know the meaning of 'pure.' The pollution does soar.
He does know. He does know What to do. He starts working on the environment.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 307 Eons Ago
Eons Ago
I seemed now there was no time, No time to think about. No time to experience. This was infinity.
A time ago, The universe was born. Then humanity did it scorn. Now we don't know what to do.
I imagined eons ago, It wasn't like that. I wondered why we arrive, At the space age so.
We're so compelled, To control our environment, It's temperament out of control. This wasn't so eons ago.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 308 Estimated
Estimated
He estimated your love to be huge And your caring too.
He estimated the stars to be in infinity. And he remained countless.
He estimated the ocean droplets And he felt elated.
He estimated tree leaves of this Earth And felt overwhelmed.
He estimated God's existence And he prayed forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 309 Eucalyptis Tree
Eucalyptus Tree
My head bent backwards And my eyes open wide To witness the height Of this tree.
In imagination it was not. It was completely real. What was wrong I didn't understand.
This tree's height Made it sway From left to right Under the undulating rays of the sun.
The Eucalyptus tree looked Way down on me now And laughed at me on the ground below. So we each had fun natur-ally.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 310 Even When I Tried
Even when I tried green tree, You wouldn't answer me. I tried to warn you of pollution. I couldn't find a solution.
Green trees of all sorts, Come hear my tutelage. Collect your multi-talents, And clean your green leaves.
The trees spoke back to me, That they couldn't any answer see. And me a modern human be, Couldn't see the solution.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 311 Everybody!
Hi Everybody!
Oh it's a magnificent day and night. The day was filled with sunlight and joy. The joy was everywhere.
The sidewalk was enduring my skips and jumps. Why everyone laughed at me when I fell when I got up. But I got up nevertheless. But now I skipped, jumped and whistled.
Nothing can stop me ever!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 312 Face
My What a Sweet Face
My what a sweet face. Radiant as the month of May. Distant and so far away. A miracle in the happening.
My what a sweet face. All the flowers in the month of June. Making all the people swoon. So shiny and so neat.
I fell in love with you, Sweetie. I fell in love with you Since that second you were born.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 313 Fairires And Elves
Image Your Were An Elf
Imagine you were an elf Who was told to rectify things, To straighten out all worldly woes And become a strong self.
Your elflike beauty Could do all that. Your tiny presence Could prepare solutions to life's problems.
For you see it's The little elf in me That corrects my own problems And therefore the world's too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 314 Fairy
Fairy
That fairy of the Heaven and Earth Tried and tried but she couldn't. The weather too extreme The tornadoes wild.
This fairy lost her fairy smile. She flourished her wand One, two, three. This fairy didn't even recognize me.
This fairy's worked her wand so hard. She worked and worked so hard so hard But these conditions of our Earth Tried the fairy's worth.
She then demanded to all Citizens of the Earth To help her perform a miracle. They struggled and solved the problem for what it was worth.
The fairy's wand swirling around So merrily she looked at all on the Earth's ground. She bid humankind farewell. The fairy and the humans performed so well.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 315 Fallen Down
Fallen Down
I fell down frequently, In my life. There was no tranquility Only lots of strife.
I was unable to stand anymore So I fell down. I fallen down Could not get up.
So I took to vices To others unknown. It ripped apart my soft, sweet soul. Those drugs were not worth it.
Fallen down, then lay on the ground I began to wonder How I was going to go on this way. I did my very soul betray.
*This is fictitious. I've never taken any drugs.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 316 Fan
Fan
I needed you so much, Your whirling ways and light movement. You lighten up the room And let go of problems.
I am at ease now fan. You are the best thing that happened, To my furniture and my room.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 317 Fancy Free
Fancy Free
It was so much fun Watching a guy Who was fancy free. Oh what glee.
Your gait had a hop and skip in it. No hurry or worry in it. You were fancy free And oh what glee.
Nobody had taught you this And nobody trained you to be So fancy free. I thought you were a joy to watch.
Fancy free walks Were what you did And fancy free thinking Was how you thought.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 318 Far Away
Well, I thought I slept peacefully, And the waves of the Arabian Sea Beat wildly In my ears so alert.
And my slow way of living I could see the sun shining, So sliently In my mind so quiet.
And then one morning, An airplane I think, Can't remember, no cannot... Imagined a land far away, Was it called America? I think?
No, the engines roared It was still India Still home at home still, Imagined a land far away, Was it called America? Don't want to....Don't want to.
And my slow way of living, I could see the sun shining, So sliently, In my mind so....? ?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 319 Feet
The pitter patter of baby feet, Whispered through my room. I ran after the baby, But I could not reach.
This baby smiled, A tender smile. I smiled back you see. This moment was a mixture and glee.
This pitter pattering sound, Was the softest I could hear. It's innocence I would remember, From year to year.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 320 Fell Down
I fell down, In a horrific way. It was at the onset, Of the day.
The falling down, Always happens, Without our knowing
The insult in the fall down, Lies in it's surprise, Shouldn't have we been told?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 321 Fell Out
The musical notes, Fell out of my heart, Out of my pocket, And wallet. I sang along with all of them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 322 Fell Out Of My Hand
I held an ice-cream cone, Which fell out of my hand. I tried to pick it up, But the melted ice-cream did land, On the sidewalk you see.
I pinched some cotton-candy, Which oozed out of my hand. The blue and pink colors, On the sidewalk did land. I couldn't pick it up you see.
I spit out some chewing gum, And it landed on the ground. The plants around it must've wondered, Why it landed all around.
I was a fun kid you know. I liked being fast, Even though it ended-up, Being a mess at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 323 Fence (The Small Divide)
As I walked through the garden, Of purple and red flowers, I saw a long white, Picket fence.
As I walked along it, Around it to another, The next door's fence, Came in view.
Perhaps from having, Better wear, This one caught my fancy. It seemed to work wonders, Around the house it was surrounding.
The two picket fences, ' Were playing 'I'm better.' So I counted the number of flowers, Each had divided.
And count as I may, I came up with the same, So for these two gardens, The divide was the same.
It was a small divide.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 324 Fences
Fences
It seemed fences abounded everywhere. They abounded anywhere. I looked here and saw a fence. I looked there and bumped into a fence.
But one day I saw your smiling face. This day was going to be special. To this day No fence came up in our hearts.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 325 Fields Of Fancy
Fields of Fancy
I ran through the fields of fancy, And the fancy wouldn't let me down. I was surrounded by flower, And birds of many sound.
These flowers whispered, Songs to me, And the funshine made me see, That the world was for having fun.
I flew through these fields of fancy, And thought the world was bright. The haze of flower colors were light. My field of fancy was real.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 326 Finding It
The Clouds Went By
The clouds went by, And they were of different hues, Each reflecting the sun, At another angle.
It seemed my days went by, And they were of different moods, Each reflecting, What the mind said.
I wonder if all thoughts, Are like clouds going by. It seems to me, They're all different from each other.
The clouds and the thoughts, Were me all together. They were all beautiful, And they were all me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 327 Fingerpads And Keypads
Fingerpads and keypads, In rapid fluttering motion, Moved the story along, As if they knew it's way.
This story's direction was clear from the start, This story's angle was sharp from the begin. It made the plot convincing, As the fingerpads and keypads touched each other.
This story wrote itself, While the brain assimilated it, And the keypads received it. It was a fast moving story.
A story of mankind and computerkind, Working in proper rhythm and rhyme, I good story form, A combination of fingerpads and keypads,
Enhancing all the work. All stories wanting to be written in this way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 328 Fire
Fire
I remember that fire long ago We shared in the night. It's flames rose higher And higher to it's height.
Then a drizzle and another Came along. It did the flame away. It was a song gone wrong.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 329 Fire And Water
I Am Fire, You Are Water
You looked at me that a way, And I your way. Our love locked stare, Made us share, Our love.
But what love? We hadn't talked yet. We didn't shake hands yet. How could it be?
It's how you walked, And how you talked. You spoke with an angle, I had never heard.
You moved with a turn, I had never seen. You moved like a river, Like cool water seen.
It became clear. I was your fire, And you were my water.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 330 Fireworks
Fireworks Every Where
Fireworks every where filled the sky and grounds! This was in my imagination And outside it. All this was gorgeous.
My mind sifted into how to capture this So I could write about it. So I wrote about it. These fireworks were so colorful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 331 First Bitter, Then Sweet
Help me! I'm dealing with you. You're black then white, sweet then sour, Soft then hard, round then square. You're bitter sweet hour by hour.
Help me! You're ripping me apart. I can't deal with your mood swings. They pierce me like a dart. They make my blood spill fast.
I never knew anyone, Like you. I approached you slowly, And then carefully.
Then you set me up, bitter sweet, My eyes painfully, your eyes did meet. Since then I kept a hurting. You made it amply clear.
That I should leave you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 332 Fistful Of Stars
Yesterday I flung a fistful of stars, On you and you smiled so much. Today I did the same, But no such.
I wondered why the playfulness, Had so quickly turned around. I didn't realize that the smile in you, Had died down.
Because a tragedy struck, In your life, Causing it much strife.
You lost your most precious friend, Your smile. Your self-imposed, new found seriousness, Didn't bring you much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 333 Flag
Flag
My flag flying on top of a tall pole, Spoke to me of my allegiance to my nation. Where other nations were concerned, Their people felt the same way.
Well, almost all. I wondered about how much history Was in that flag. The generous history of it's mankind.
The flag waved in the wind, it blew, With it's nation's colors so true. The general populace adored it. The feelings were shared.
Yet in many parts of this wide world, A general discontent seemed present. Their flag meant little to them. Their flag didn't fly so bold.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 334 Flashfear
My fear knew no bounds, Because it was a FlashFear. I didn't know where it came from. It didn't on me dawn.
That the flash impulse, Would take me away, To a scary time frame, Where it would not go away, Or may.
So I gave in to my flash, And watched it consume. It didn't really matter, It didn't make me sadder.
But my FlashFears grew scarier.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 335 Flashlight
I used a flashlight today, So it could my fears alay, For standing in the dark, In the middle of the park, I needed the feel of safety.
I used a flashlight today. It was like the sunlight's ray. So I could find, In the midst of my mind, What I was looking for all day.
This flashlight's light, Was so right, For me. I wasn't afraid anymore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 336 Flew
Flew
I flew through life. I was given everything. Fine clothes, fine wine, Tasty food, one of a kind.
Then one day, A dark cloud passed over me. It was interesting to see, What it was going to do, During this day.
This cloud couldn't catch up, With me. The blue sky remained around it. I flew through life.
But one day, An outpouring of rain, Took everything away from me. I was poor from then on.
But I flew through life, And remained happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 337 Flowers Many
Flowers Galore
I didn't know why I was given them Or who gave them to me. I hadn't ordered them From the flower shop you see.
It was a time of nature Infatuation That brought the flowers To me.
The garden was replete With flowers complete. This garden looked a paradise. Sweet candy to the eyes.
I mentioned this beauty To my friends. Even they believed In flowers in the end.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 338 Flowers Don't Matter
Flowers Don't Matter
If love was of the essence, Then flowers would not matter Because I need Respect and dignity from you. I believed in you And you took me for granted. I loved you And you gave me flowers But you didn't give me Respect and dignity. For all the good Reasons Love cannot thrive Without respect and dignity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 339 Flowers Galore
Flowers Galore
Flowers galore in my living room, In my garage even and office room. My garden flowed even, Into my heart, And there they bloomed and played their part. You see, they were there just for me. Life gave me so many flowers you see. I had to traipse around and throw them to others. You see, all lives didn't have them. Others groveled on the streets of poverty. Their cement street knew no flowers. I decided one day to give many flowers, To one who didn't have one. But one day, I gave them all away, And kept one for myself. My world now looked beautiful, With people aplenty with flowers. The wealth spread across the land, Thanks to giving a helping hand. More flowers grew in my heart once again. From then own I never suffered much pain.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 340 Flowers In Bloom
Flowers in Bloom
These thoughts flourished. They did bloom. Out of the flourishing bloom Grew more thoughts and then thoughts.
I began to see a flourishing sky Replete with clouds go floating by. They were flowers in bloom That covered the sky.
In a moment of more thought The idea occurred that more thoughts might flourish Upon a single word That came into my mind.
There flowers in bloom They grew in my head. Without them my mind would be dead. Without them life would stop.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 341 Flowers Lit Up
Flowers Lit Up
Flowers lit up Under the sun Profusely colored And the bad came undone.
It was as if The world lit up In greens, blues and red He was that flower indeed.
Flowers lit up Under the sun Profusely colored And the bad done.
Because the flowers Were his soul And his soul lit up Like flowers in his garden.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 342 Flowers Of The Wild
Flowers of the Wild
Flowers of the wild, Meant much to me. My eyesight was filled with, Beauty you see.
When I wasn't well, I looked at them. When I was tired, I gazed at them.
Flowers of the wild, Meant much to me. My eyes were filled with, Flowers you see.
I saw the flowers, Disappear one day. They internalized and in my heart did lay. The flowers of my heart lay happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 343 Flowers Tumble From Skies
They tumbled down, And floated around, These things called flowers. They did abound.
From the skies they did fall, Indeed all. But they fell on me only. I didn't know why.
I gazed at the sky, In it's infinity. It was a vastness of eternity. A vastness of eternity. These skies were a, Vastness of eternity.
My body, my soul and my mind, All stood transfixed Never knowing why. I sighed an infinite sigh.
In the vastness of eternity, Of the gorgeous sky, I sighed an infinite sigh.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 344 Flowing Water
Cooling water, you quench my thirst. Of all the drinks, I choose you first. The global resource, continents wide, All waters side by side.
The water in my eyes, Give me fresh site. The iciness, I invite. Beautiful water I love so much.
I once wrote stories about water. The main endings were the same. The stories all ended happily. To all the conflicts, there was no blame.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 345 Flying
Flying
I flew around the world today, And 'she looked so happy', Many did say. I felt happy yes.
I flew around my mind today. I couldn't say much about that, Except in it's ambivalence, Nothing could be done right.
I flew around on the playground today, Taking the kids' seesaw away. Here I saw no reason to reason, About what happiness was.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 346 Flying Home In The Evening
Flying Home in the Evening
He looked through his windshield And saw birds flying home. It was that time they would. He looked carefully as they flew.
Their direction of flight Was correct and right Before there came the night. He was also going home.
He drove on the freeway fast And saw alas that other Drivers were moving at his speed too. They were as the birds flying home.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 347 Fog
Fog, Oh that fog, That fog that wouldn't lift. My thoughts swirled around, And mingled in that mist.
Fog, Oh that fog, That fog went, Around and around, And no thought could be found.
I sat in that room, Empty but huge. I couldn't do anything but remain. I thought I was finally, Rid of my jail, But my perceptions said that was a lie.
So, Fog, Oh that fog, Never lifting.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 348 Footsteps
Those footsteps went, Around my house. They went in cicles, And I did wonder.
Where they came from, And where they left. It seemed a story, To be considered.
But I couldn't see them, Only feel them. They had a gentleness to them. I wanted to walk on them.
Seems when I walked on them, They gave me random direction. These steps remained, A story untold.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 349 For No Reason
Born to a life where nothing's gained and nothing's lost, I was nothing to nobody for no reason.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 350 For Your Sake
For your sake, I would do anything. I would go anywhere, At any time.
Your misbehavior threw me for a loop. I didn't expect that from you. It feels like I don't like you. You behavior is bad.
For your sake, I tried to help you. You didn't care, So I don't care.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 351 Forest
The Forest
The wilderness surpassed the world that I knew. The skyscrapers were taller and the cars were many, But something brought me back to my city. The red, yellow and greens stopped the traffic and such.
I couldn't live in the wilderness of green, Where few around me would live. I felt that streak in me, Calling for that tall city.
I loved the racing cars, Turn lovely turns at corners, And the huge department stores, With all their supplies and ornaments.
The wilderness was beautiful I know. I always walked through it, But on the end of the walk, I was back in the wild of this city.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 352 Forest And I
I beheld verdure of a quizical kind. It made no sense to me. All I knew is that I wanted to, Walk through, And disappear in it for an hour or two.
It's green consisted of leaves on trees, That bounced and blew in the breeze. So I took one steady step, Into this vastness of trees.
But it wasn't lack of trepidation. I knew the wisdom had to come, Had to come very fast, For my mission had to last. I had to figure out by me, How I was going to cross this forest, Which only I could fathom and see.
So as I took the first step, I knew backward you can never see. In the middle of this green, Never look side to side, So not to waste my energy.
And when reaching the very end, Be not of vision bend. But look ahead of you.
Straight as your path finishes, Walk out of the forest, And be careful as you do.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 353 Forest Angel
Angel
Angel sat on a flower, And the sky did shower, Upon the petals free. The colors of the rainbow be.
The wings of the angel, Like a net in water color, Fluttered in fast motion, And in fast beats like a heart.
At last the angel, Decided to fly away, And decided to go somewhere else. It went to the forest of the angels.
There it sat in repose and fine, This angel was beautiful, The forest lit up with angels around. This angel was pretty and was mine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 354 Forest Around The Chidren
Running
We ran through the forest, Witnessing all but brown all green. The blue sky was in a canopy you know. The children were out of breath.
But I directed to slow down. But they had their own sense of gift. I told then to slow down. I thank-God they listened to their Mom.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 355 Forests Of The Cars
I walked through the forests of the cars. It made me think of this Earth, Seeming going forward, Then backward.
The cars seemed to drive themselves, Through the forest's ultra-green. They witnessed soot hanging, Where they had been.
Separating man-made and Earth made, So far as always been said. The mega step taken on the evolutionary scale, Was a step that couldn't be taken.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 356 Freeway
Freeway
My goodness, what has happened, To the traffic patterns in this world. The 405, the 55, All cars in a whirl.
I used to ride in my parent's car, A long time ago. The mystery of these freeways, Was that the numbers of cars were low.
This world expanded in a second's time. This world's cultures seem sublime. Everybody from all nations, Use these freeways at the same time.
I taught my daughter, I taught my sun, How to drive on freeways, Galore with traffic.
See the 405 and the 55 during work hours.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 357 Freeway Flowers
Freeway flowers, I found you accidentally. I drove around you, oh so pretty. You decorated my freeway, With your pretty charm.
When I stopped the car, I scooped you into my arms. You see freeway flowers, You eased down the driving.
You brought beauty to the cars, Driving to their destination.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 358 Freeways
Freeways
My taxi driver drove so well, Synchronized with freeway speed. I looked outside my window. My taxi was in the lead.
I looked at the taxi man, And wondered if he was tired. I asked me which career he had, Before he had retired.
As many taxi drivers Told me their life's tale, I realized how much the freeway Resembled their lives success or fail.
Freeway travel went slow, Like in cold snow. Freeway travel were battles won. Yet at other times they were at ease.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 359 Fresh Rain
Fresh
Hey freshness How is it outside today. I'm running in the puddles All over around me.
Hey freshness, How is smells so today. I'm splashing around. Please continue doing so.
This natural freshness Cannot be surprassed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 360 Fried A Bat For Lunch
Today I fried a bat for lunch, Which I got myself to munch and munch, His cape shaped wings, His mousy head.
Then I spat out his little fried head, For now I thought, I could be dead, dead, dead! From eating such a concoction indeed, Of bat wings, bat heads and bat feet.
Why I did this, I do not know, It was a thrill and taking chances' afterglow. But eating bats for munch-a-bunch lunch, Was even for me a too wierd brunch.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 361 Frolicking
Frolicking
They frolicked and ran. They played catch me if you can. They etched drawings in the sand. They threw sand from their hand.
I looked at them at play. I wondered about the day. Would it let me have some time, Also for me to play?
You see the children laughing. The children screaming. The children climbing, And colluding.
I would like a day, To play and play, And scream ha, ha, ha, And throw sand and away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 362 Frosty Day
Frosty Day
Oh this lovely, high spirited frosty day. I skate of the ice of this earth. For fun and fancy there is no dearth. Oh this frosty day.
Oh this lovely, high spirited frosty day. I'm walking so fast with my misty breath. I'm don't have to nature pay. I'm given this happiness for free.
This lovely, snowy day, With sunshine even brighter, The white snow even lighter, Made my day.
I like frost and snow. There my happiness does grow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 363 Fruit
The fruit of Newton's gravity, The fruit of original sin. The fruit of the view for the eye, The fruit of the American pie.
Whether the apple that fell on Isaac's head, Or the apple eaten in that garden said, The apple of my eye making one happy, Or delicious slices of apple pie.
My shiny red skinned and seeded fruit, Crunching in my mouth. Either picked up from the ground or tree, My fruit dropped from Heaven be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 364 Fruits
The fruit seeded, The fruit skinned, The fruit tasted sweet. It was the symbol of satisfaction, The fruit of labor done. I ate this fruit so many times. I had this fruit everyday. I made pies and tarts to this day.
This was the fruit of my labor.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 365 Fruits And Veges!
Fruits and Veges!
Fruits and veges. Best things to eat. Better much better Than to eat meat!
Less cholesterol and less meat. Mangoes and apples and grapes galore. To eat properly, Eat them galore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 366 Full
Glasses
Glass of water And glasses of soda Please my soul Abound.
Whether half empty Or full Or all around Full.
These can be The lives of people. The lives that many live. Half empty, half full, empty or full.
Glasses of water And glasses of soda Please my soul They abound.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 367 Full Or Empty
I saw it true. I saw it blue. It was truly empty I know. It was completely unseen, The contents of this cup.
I saw it true. I saw it blue. It was truly full I know. It was completely seen, The contents of this cup.
But I didn't understand, Why one cup at one time, Kept changing in time. It was my attitude I see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 368 Fun
School
Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then my heart's chorus would sing I would skip and dance on the sand, Of the playground I knew so well.
I seed and I sawed, can you imagine? My heart was a happy flutter, Of sandboxes and sand castles on the playground. I dreamed, I was not in school.
The next day, the teacher spoke, Of increasing homework from now on. Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then I would vanish onto the playground and sing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 369 Fun And Frolic
Fun and Frolic
You two tumbled over each other Where the grass met the playground. You scrambled your feet in the sand. Sister and brother giggled at each other.
Their slide served them As top to bottom. The air pushing them to and from on it. Oh these children were having fun and frolic!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 370 Game
Ball
The soccer and the football, The baseball and the tennis ball Had a trajectory only half of it's own For it was lead by the player.
Your life will not move by itself In the correct direction If you are not the leader. Then you may be sorry but maybe ecxatic.
For the effort and the action You put forth will result in a hybrid way. The player and the object will be the result together.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 371 Garden
The roses, the flowers, Did inundate my gardens, This garden seemed full to the brim. Under warm, tropical showers.
The lotus on the water, With it's green leaves, Was filled with the meaning of life, It talked about averting strife.
The daisy in the field, Trembled in the sunshine. It's significance lay in fun shine.
The tulips looked both rugged, And delicate. Those two qualities, In tulips met.
I filled gardens. I averted strife. I trembled in the fun shine. I looked delicately nice.
For you see,
I'm a garden flower of great beauty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 372 Garden Flower
Garden Flower
That garden flower, It peeked at me, As if it were in glee, To glance at me.
I pretended not to look back, But of no avail. It knew what I was trying to do. It knew, it knew.
Then I turned around to leave. I was flattered by that garden flower. It was so beautiful, But it's attention on me showered.
Thank-you, garden flower, For beautifying my life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 373 Garden Of Broken Dreams
Garden of Broken Reality
My garden of broken reality Can't really bear more pain. It is a reality Without any restrain.
My family has abandoned me. I don't know where to go. It seems that I do not go Anywhere.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 374 Gentle As He
Gentle as he, a man so mild, His temperament never went wild. His language was gentle and sweet. A soul that I would like to meet.
One day upon a walk, I met him walk towards me. I bid him welcome. He smiled and bid me too.
Gentle as he, a man so mild, His temperament never went wild. His language was gentle and sweet. A soul that I would like to meet.
Later our souls became one, And he smiled at me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 375 Getting Up
Fell Down
He fell down in life intermittently. But he always got up then ran. Then he traipsed around the surf Then walked on the sand.
He was adventurous and never gave up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 376 Girl In Motion
A girl in motion with bouncy hair, Wearing a flouncy dress. Running through her house so quick. Giggling as she did.
This girl in motion ran downstairs, In a twisty hoppy way, She giggled while giggling, as if to say, Life is a party, life is a fun stay.
Now she ran through fields and forests, Fields of the floral kind, Forests of the densest kind. Her laughter resonated everywhere.
This happy girl now reached, The grainy beige beach. With vanilla milkshake surf. That girl used to having fun, Laughed and screamed in the surf and the sun.
The laughter of her life, Caused others' to laugh, She showed everyone, How instead of running, To find happiness.
You should feel happiness during the run.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 377 Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 378 Girl That Went To Sea
The girl that went to sea, Never came back to me, For the wind was so strong And it blew so long, It broke her boat in three.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 379 Girl, No Boy Who Went To Sea
quickly came back to sea, for the surf was so high,
It didn't lie so this boy returned fast to me
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 380 Give Me Something
Give Me Something
Give me something, She cried to the poor man. But I have nothing to give, He pleaded.
Give me something, Cried the girl, But the poor man, Just looked at her.
Give me something, This girl shrieked, But the man was aghast. He couldn't give her anything at last.
Give me something now, The girl pulled on his tattered sleeve. The man now pulled her in his arms, And held her.
She stopped screaming at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 381 Giver
Giver
He was a giver, Never a taker, But when he gave, He automatically got.
I was a taker. Never a giver. I took so much. I exhausted everyone.
One day it occurred to me, To ask the giver, How he possibly always gave. He gave me advice.
He said, I find pleasure in giving. In giving, I already so much get. This was his beautiful mindset. He was truly a bounteous giver.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 382 Glance
My Friend
Your gaze in the sunlight Causes a reaction in me. Your eyeglasses filter out The strain in the light.
Your face at a tilt Causes a reaction in me. I always love to Look at you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 383 Glass
The Glass
The glass was empty. The glass was full. I depended on it's fullness But could never figure out how full.
My day was empty. My day was full. I managed the day As best as I could.
Many days went by When all were empty. All I had so far was Totally gone.
I had days that were a plenty. And I could count till a million. When my mind was replete with thoughts About what I would write about a trillion.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 384 Glass Cage
Glass Cage
I was so trapped. All I could do is frantically knock. Knock, knock, knock on my, But my glass cage only rocked.
Though one thing I did benefit by, Is that I could see the world go by, And the scenes of the world were good. The glass cage didn't care but it should.
The glass cage kept me waiting there. There was not one person who cared. Life went on here and there. I yelled out loud everywhere.
But nobody heard me. All I could do is knock frantically. No one could even see. I could only see the world go by without me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 385 Glasses
Needed by my eyes, Needed so much. Eyeglasses so strong. Vision gone wrong.
Eyesight for the near, And eyesight for the far. Has my eyesight gone too far?
Vision needed to see, The beautiful people be. He was a visionary. He would do great things. And wear eyeglasses to see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 386 Glistening In The Sun
Glistening in the Sun
Glistening in the sun, My thought just sat there. It had nowhere to go. It had no one to see.
This thought remained, Just like me. It's resemblance to me, Was remarkable. ]
At last, it seemed, That I was the thought. In thinking it was I who sought, The essence of me.
So the thought and I, Became a pair, Resembling happiness, Glistening in the sun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 387 Glowing
Glowing
The Earth eternal under beams of light. I dream of you every night. The varied colored eternity Stands by me so right.
The glowing of the Earth Lends itself to me. Thank-you for that.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 388 Go Away But Please Come Back
You make me mad, so go away. But you make me sad, so please come back. You and I will dance this way, Till it comes up, the sun's ray.
We fight, I don't know why, But we do, I don't lie, We fight over nothing, Then we fight over something.
We need to stop this ugly dance. We need to come up with a solution. All this trouble is not worth it. It causes too much trepidation.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 389 Gobs Of Sunlight
Gobs and gobs of sunlight, Flooded my garden pretty. Pails and pails of water, Grew this garden right.
This sunlight came not just from above. It emanated from all directions. It's all round function, Was to help this world.
It helped this world grow, It's forests and it's plants. This sunlight could withstand, All climate disturbances at hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 390 God Made It That Way
God Made it That Way
God did not decide whether the world would be white, So he held up his paintbrush till something came up right. I did not know whether it was his passion To run away with his thoughts.
God decided now to color the world his colors. He had mentioned it to his arch angels. He felt they would know, though he knew all.
He took out his paintbrush, And colored green. All his plants and grass Would be green.
His arch angels decided He would know best So He colored the rest And we can see his universe blessed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 391 God Told Me Today
God Told Me Today
God told me today Neither to work too hard or play But I never listened And so got in trouble always.
I thought it was grand to work and work But all I became was a workaholic And so I thought I should play and play And I became poor.
God told me today Neither to work too hard or play. Now I listen to him Day after day.
God told me today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 392 God's Canopy
God's Canopy
Only when I lived under God's canopy I resided in a better land. A land full of serenity A land full of gratitude.
Only when I lived under God's canopy Did the tulips bloom in so many colors For you see I did do exactly what God wanted me too.
Only when I lived under God's canopy Did the sunlight bathe the land and sky Nor did I hear a single sigh It was a droplet of sun.
I lived a life alongside God. He lived in me and outside in me. He erased all jealousy, envy And endless human strife.
,
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 393 God's Coloring Book
God's Coloring Book
Today I gave my child God's coloring book And he painted the clouds white And then he colored the sky blue.
My child's magic paint brush Turned the transparent rose red And another one orange Then another yellow.
ROY
The talented child then turned All the short and tall grass Of this world Light and then dark green.
G
The blue color of the sky Reflected in the ocean. The indigo fabric the girl wore Was beautiful.
The violet of her eyes Turned him to blush A great surprise. The boy then put down his God given paintbrush.
BIV
The boy's teacher had told him that The colors of the rainbow were ROY G BIV. Ah said the boy, it's red, orange and yellow
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 394 And green, the blue, indigo and violet.
So the boy said out loud, ROY G BIV
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 395 Going Berry Picking
I went berry picking, For a reason, I don't know why.
I knew the sun was bright, And the clouds were large. I couldn't figure it out, I said with a sigh.
But just as I, I plucked a few berries, I realized, That it was for the pleasure, Of picking, I surmised.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 396 Gold
Gold
I found gold in your streaming tears, That gold glint that shone. I saw the gold in your good deeds, That is rarely found.
I saw gold in the streams, In my golden dreams, And splashes, In your golden hair.
But the most precious gold, I found, Was in your smiling stare.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 397 Gold And Silver
Gold and silver were, My two most favorite colors. Why they were, I did not know.
The silver lining of a cloud, Did much to arouse, My liking of this color.
The of the kings and queens, Led me to believe, They were beautiful colors.
But the silver streams, And golden sunbeam, Are the prettiest colors, I am blessed with.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 398 Gold Chocolate Coins
Gold chocolate coins, In a net sack at the store. Oh, what they would hold. It was chewable money.
Worth nothing in the bank. But who would it's monetary value rank? It was chocolate money. But was it chocolate or money?
And how many dollars were they worth? I couldn't figure all this out. Then one day, While chewing away.
I realized, That the ultimate chocolate taste, Was worth all the money, However much value you attached to it.
My chocolate coins were worth, Ohhhhhh, one quadrillion dollars.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 399 Got Closer To You, When I Was Further From You
When I leave you for a while, I think I love you more. My fantasies of you soar.
I live in a fairytale existence. A dreamy place I know. Our distance from each other, allows my love to grow.
Why this happens I do not know. Someone told me that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' He told me this a long time ago. This sounded so bad and sad.
But in the far and distant land from me, I know you must be longing for me. That distance I am away from you, Is the distance you are away from me.
So our distance from each other, Makes our souls grow closer.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 400 Grass
Green Grass
Green grass, tell me a story about you. It nodded but said nothing to me. Green grass, tell me a story about you. It said nothing in return.
I trod upon it now, And stood upon it to show, Who was the master here And who was the slave.
The green grass now told me That this is the thing you do to me. You trample upon my green beauty. You let me have no tranquility.
I asked the green grass What I would like it to do. It answered, I don't know It's up to you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 401 Grass In My Lawn
When I was a little girl, My lawn was my living room, With a lush green carpet, And one blade of grass to bloom.
I chewed on this single blade.
I read a plethora of books, This little girl. While I looked, I chewed on this blade of grass.
My mother asked me to come to dinner, But I would rather casually read. Sci-fi was a ton, Of fun. More than what my mother would feed.
One day, I actually saw the lawn, I actually looked at the blade I chewed. I realized the grass blades were as many, As the words in my books.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 402 Grass Of My Youth
The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth, Was well used. I ran across it, All the time.
It was that green, green grass. I played ball on it, And ran fast. Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then, It was grass to walk on. We strolled across it. We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass, Was so lovely. It was the grass of older age. It was the grass of life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 403 Green
Greenery not meanery, For the environment. Less cars, Less smog, Less noise.
Wouldn't it be wonderful, If that could happen. If we could go back in time.
But for now, Greenery needed not meanery. Less cars, smog and noise.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 404 Green Blue
Green Blue
Everything I saw was green blue. I knew those were not All the colors were of the universe. I just them always anyway.
Everything I saw was green blue. I knew those were not All the colors of the universe. But then I saw the sky and the heavens.
I saw more blue and green Wherever I went. Therefore I was happy always. I loved everything around me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 405 Green In Green
Well, it took time for me to see, all the truths you told to me. And then something went away, I saw no light in your dark day.
Please hear what I have to say too, we can't go on, me and you. We must say goodbye too. Please hear what I have to say, We can't go on, me and you and I have to say good-bye.
And I saw the green in your eyes turning darkly to despise. Something in my heart still cries, I saw that in your green eyes.
Please see, what I have to show you, you will understand too. You will know that truth too. Our love, it's gone away now. The play has ended now. And the actors have taken their bows now.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 406 Greenest
I saw the greenest pastures And the same hues on the leaves. I had to build my house there. I couldn't take this for granted.
The greenest of green I ever saw Brought me God blessed tranquility So I frowned on the tall buildings And the freeway jams around them.
I saw the greenest evergreens And their pinecones smelled so fresh. I saw the world's greenest of greens. Now I felt the grief of this world.
This world which humanity did not respect. This world which humanity turned dollar notes green. Was paying the huge global price In money dollar notes the greenest of green.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 407 Greens
Mid-rainbow color and cooler of eyes, With it's companion color crayon, Whose swiping movements on paper describes a leaf, And also, the transactional color in blanks.
The begrudging human emotion, The same tinted as leaves' color. The same one that would move cars, Those waiting at an intersection.
And then the Earth's garb, Myriads of plants, grass and shrubbery, The preferred color of this planet, The mid color of the rainbow.
Against it's blue sky.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 408 Grey
Grey
We turned the grass grey And the sky too. It wasn't even blue. My eyes saw everything grey.
The ocean turned grey Because of the soot That surrounded this planet From car exhausts to boot.
This Earth had become A repository of pollution Of man made glories and illusions Of conquering nature.
And nature took a stance Against mankind aghast That nature could backlash So harshly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 409 Gripping Too Tight
The Grip
I thought that life, Was like gripping everything tight. I felt this gripping day and night. But then the grip got too tight.
The non-attachment of Buddha's words. Too much desire will cause pain. The grip not too tight, Will make you feel just right.
My life now was smoother than before. I entered this new life through a new door. I approached it like a fresh entity. I let all attachments go and joined a fresh flow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 410 Guess What Happened To Me?
Guess what happened to me? A thing I could not describe. A thing I could not write. A thing I couldn't sing out right.
That's what happened to me.
An item I couldn't pay, A sentence I could not say. A sun's unreachable ray. A playground that wouldn't let me play.
That's what happened to me. Oh, that's what happened to me
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 411 Guided
Guided
Guiding someone was what she wanted. She guided people wherever they were. This guiding lit people's heart forever. She guided in a way no one had ever seen.
Her nuance was her love of teaching. Wherever she taught she loved it. The students were from everywhere. They came from anywhere.
I watched this woman do her work. She never stopped doing what she did. She never stopped a day in her life Guiding anyone who needed her.
But one day, she needed much guidance All day long for all the time. Another one stopped her from falling. Another one guided this one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 412 Gushing Like A Waterfall
Gushing Like a Waterfall
Your love gushed like a waterfall And knew exactly what it did. In my heart I knew it There was love in it.
I had strong notions Of where our love was going. It was that It was awaiting.
Your love gushed like a waterfall And knew exactly what it did. In my heart I knew it. There was love in it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 413 Guy
I wanted that man, To look at me But he kept reading his romantic book.
He seemed to shun all around him, The book was the interest he took, As far as I could see, It was an oddity.
Because I was used to not, Being just ignored, I nudged him to say hi.
He nodded so fast. He turned the other way.
I got up and left, He was ruggedly gorgeous.
But completely unheedful, Of what life was made of. His handsome face was, Like something I never dreamt of.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 414 Ha Ha Ha
Ha, Ha, Ha
Ha, ha, ha laughed I, When I saw you running fast. In all your eager fury, You fell down at last.
But I knew that was not funny, So I picked you up, And patted the sand, Off of your twisted hand.
But the important thing here, Is that you tried. You didn't even yell or cried. You wanted to reach your goal.
So ha, ha, ha to me for laughing at you. I wish I could've done it like you. And I watched you pick yourself up, And achieve your goal in finality.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 415 Half Full
My forest was half full of verdant leaves. It was half full of deep green grass. My body, half full immersed in ocean deep, Created a sense of just enough.
The just enough needed for contentment, The perception of that water-air border. The half full life that life will present you, The half full love, when he says he loves you.
The line in that glass filled with water then air, Looked at a perspective and angle fair, The optimistic view now prevailing, The good recognized middle path by the wise instructing.
So contentment in one's life deepening. The glass half empty, No the glass half full. Your perception of that border between water and air. You making a decision for happiness fair.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 416 Halloween Night
Halloween
The pumpkins orange And ones with candles in it. The lollipops and candies Some with red twisted stripes on it. The plastic baskets that look like pumpkins. Their plastic handles that look so round.
I like Halloween so much.
The ghost and ghouls. The vampires and spiders. The ghastly paint of people's faces. The grey and black masscarre. The flitting bats and black wings too.
I don't like Halloween too much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 417 Halloween Song
The darkening sky just celebrates The night of the Halloween, And today humans and spirits will meet, Some seen, others unseen.
And the wind will alternate its long fingers, And blow its' breath in the holes of the flutes, The sky will be a page of musical thunders, And many trees will come out of their roots.
But the yellow haggard moon looks like an ancient man, Shining big up there in the black background, And when you look up at the shimmering stars, A mist a vapor seems to be all around.
But the human children and the spirits come out, And ring doorbells together tonight, For this night humans and spirits do meet, Tonight on the Halloween night.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 418 Hang On One Second
Hang on One Second
Hang on one second. You run away from me. I have a message for you. But you won't you even look at me.
I wanted to tell you. I love you so. Still you run away from me. I need you so.
But what is it that I see? You now run towards me. You love me so, But I just didn't know.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 419 Happy For No Reason
I traipsed along a dirt pathway. I skipped through the, Outcome of today.
I took a happy spill, For no reason than, I was too happy. I was happy till, There was no day left.
I swam funny and screamed, A wild and silly scream. It spoke of the airy, Happiness I felt.
I felt happy for no reason.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 420 Happy Life
Flowers and flowers and flowers, Flowed out of my fingertips, As they tapped the computer keyboard. These flowers were happy.
Oceans and oceans and oceans, Flowed over rocks and cliffs, As they crashed over them. These oceans were happy.
Rays and rays and rays of sun, Slanted over fields and valleys, As they shown their beautiful shine. These rays were happy.
They were all very happy. They flowed and slanted and jumped, All over creation, And creation was happy.
This was life. A very happy life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 421 Happy Or Not
Happy or Not
Are you happy or not? You lead a simple life. You neither go too high, Nor suffer any strife.
You must be happy. I think you are. You lead a serene life. You are happy by far.
Your idealism about happiness, Makes me sure. You are a happy go lucky man. And your personality is allure.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 422 Have A Heart
Have a heart, I told him But he didn't. He chose not to. He didn't give his heart to anyone. I wondered if he'd ever change But he didn't. I at last couldn't have a heart for him. I chose not to.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 423 He Ran
He ran around her heart. He ran forward And he ran back. But he couldn't keep track.
Why he ran so much, Why he ran so slow, Then so fast, He did not know.
Which was the better, The coming or the going? Which was the better, The going or the coming?
This man couldn't, Figure this out. So he ran all his life, Around and about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 424 He Wandered
As he took his morning walk, He heard all the people talk. There was one in particular, Whose tales of travel took his fancy.
He said he would not stay, In the realms of endless fantasy, So he took the first step of his walk.
He now walked on the sidewalk fast. He walked faster through the woods. He skipped in the fields of flowers. He ran through springtime showers.
He couldn't stop, So he scaled atop the mountain top. From there he saw, His trails of adventure.
He was happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 425 He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword
He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword, But he did not know quite why. His sword selection was done without motive, To battle and kill his fellow man.
So subconsciously he picked out this sword. This sword not of this world, not out to cut to bleed. But this innocent man didn't wish to realize, What prize he would pay.
In midst of this battle, recieving the swiftest, Blows from his enemy, This soldier just kept getting hurt. Five, six and seven more blows made him hit back,
This soldier proudly used his blunt sword, Till his nemesis bearing a razor sharp one, Came along and challenged the already fallen one, Who gave a swift plunge into his enemy's heart.
But the enemy did not stagger or fall. Neither did the soldier with the blunt sword. This soldier's enemy left the battleground, When he saw that the one with the blunt sword,
Knew all along the possibility of his death. Still he fought, so he himself could die, Which the other soldier was saddened by that man's stance.
He told that man, 'if we all fought battles with a blunt sword, Then we would all truly win, For the battleground would know no mortality.
He further told him, 'because of you, your side Truly wins. But so does our.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 426 We love you, Blunt edged sword soldier man.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 427 He Held My Hand
He held my hand, And brought me close to him. He hugged me, He held me.
I held him so, Close to my heart. I could feel his heartbeat, In the nick of time.
But then we walked away, From each other, Just like changing weather.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 428 He Lost It And Found It
He Lost It and Found It
He lost it and found it. He says he'll never leave it But love profound as it is, It came and it went.
The story of a handsome man Is why he didn't know where to go. He didn't know what to say Or do.
He lost it and found it. There wasn't much of it around. But when he found it He never let go or his precious one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 429 He Ruled Them
He Ruled Them
He ruled them, He did, Much better, Than they did.
The ruler before him, Didn't like wealth, For people of middle class. He detested them for he had all he wanted.
This ruler wanted the very best, For all his citizens. His magic kingdom remained forever. He ruled with unusual style.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 430 He Wanted To Stay
I Wanted to Go Away
I wanted to go away, But I didn't. He lived in a forest, And I in a light bulb lit expanse.
Our hearts were one. We kissed and romanced. We danced, And pranced.
I had to stay, And he wanted me to. I sauntered through the forests, And I had to stay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 431 Headlines
'Oh, did you read, The headlines today? ' The public was aghast, With the news.
'Oh, did you read, The headlines today? ' The public was delighted, With the news.
The headlines read today, About tornadoes, winds and lightning. All the newspapers and stands, Were whirling and shattering.
Today the newspapers weren't selling. But the newspapers were telling, Their story of that moment. A story of environmental horror.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 432 Heart
Caring for You
It was hard in those days, When we fought and fought. We never cared if we hurt each other.
We only cared for ourselves.
It was not a marriage made in Heaven. It was one on Earth, But felt like hell. The demands of our love cost us.
We only cared for ourselves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 433 Heat
Heat
In the heat of the tropical rainforest He discovered he belonged To the mango trees and long monsoons. He wanted to discover himself.
In the heat of the desert He wanted the knowledge The knowledge with thirst All about him.
But in the heat of the moment He learned everything about himself. The heat of the moment Showed his serenity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 434 Heavenly Message
Heavenly Message
A heavenly message dropped down from the sky. No one could figure this out what or why. They could not see any part of their share For this message what it could bare.
It was a message dropped down from the sky It mocked the way this world was run From the sunset to the lovely sun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 435 Heavy Beauty
She loved him so, she took everything, That belonged to her and gave it to him, Even her set of encyclopedias, Oh, what a heavy beauty.
She cried all day, if something went wrong with him. She sobbed all afternoon, if something happened to him. Her heart was woven with his love. She was woven into him.
Her love for him was kind. It was one of a kind. It was a heavy love. She was a heavy beauty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 436 Hedge
Hedge
I hid behind a hedge, So you wouldn't see me. Then I hid behind another, So you wouldn't catch me.
But the more I moved, The more I noticed, That you were moving, Close to me.
Playing 'hedge' was a lot of fun, Only if played by you, Other than none.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 437 Held
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 438 Held Your Hand
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 439 Hello
Hello white love, I talk to you once more. See, I met this handsome man, And he awaits me at my door.
Hello red anger, I talk to you again today. You know that handsome friend? Well, he just went away.
Hello blue sadness, I talk to you again. I just came walking in, From the grey trickling rain.
Hello green envy, I talk to you one more time. He told me he loved another, And I'll hate till the end of time.
Hello grey confusion, I talk to you again tonight. I do not seem to see, What is wrong and what is right.
Hello white love, I talk to you once more. See, I met this handsome man, And he awaits me at my door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 440 Hello Blue Sky
Hello blue sky, You make me wanna sigh. Oh so beautuous are you. You look radiant through and through.
I went walking under you today. I felt lithe, wild and gay. Your radiance danced around. I knew on that I could count.
Hello blue sky, You make me wanna sigh. I will always love you, And always walk underneath you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 441 Here We Are
Here We Are
Here we are together again! Here we never learn It's time to change. It's time to turn things around.
But things didn't change. Things changed for the worse For both of us. We were caught in a web.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 442 Hey Hi Ho
I just wanted to tell you, Hey there, hi there, ho there.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 443 Hey You
Hey You
Hey you walking in the park. Hey you running in the dark. I like you all the time. I like you whether it's no need Or rhyme.
Your eyes are dreamy so much so. I'm gonna catch up with you ways. You are the best of God's creation. You are my best of the best.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 444 Hi
Hi
I wanted to say hi today, But you walked right past me. Trying to catch up as I may, You alluded me.
You were loaded with files and such. And you walked as much, These files could allow. You walked right by.
I wanted to say hi today, But you walked by in your usual way. I had no choice, But to walk by too.
We both walked towards each other today. My arms were loaded with papers. We both collided with files and papers falling. We both said hi to each other today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 445 Hi Snow Fairy
Hi Snow Fairy
Hi snow fairy, I liked you from the start. You were sweet and remarkable. You were so intelligent.
Did I as you about the landscape? How did you keep it so managed? I barely saw a dirty spot. Your nature seems so pure.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 446 Hidden Flower
Hidden flower of my wildest dream, Where or where are you? It does seem, In deserts, green grass or forests I know you hide from me.
When I need you so. But I'm always on the go, To find you and find you out. I know you're around and about.
Your function in life. Is magical coloration. Of a mysterious mountain top, Where an assortment of flora do crop,
The flowers and plants around it. Oh mystery, colorful flower! I dream about you, When I'm sleeping or awake.
'So I finally sat down, Neither sleeping nor awake, Staring in the near distant, Where blue water showed-up pink flower.'
'At this moment, I truly knew, That a sturdy pink flower, Said it all.'
'It was the flower that was me, In eternity, Icould see, That inspite of the roots, Dunked in water, With mud surrounding it, It could survive, Life's vissisitudes.'
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 447 My LOTUS was here, Floating in the water, While in half awakeness, And half dreaminess,
It turned into enlightenment, That would last forever, And ever. 'I love you lotus.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 448 High Notes And Songs
Songs
What is your song? And the high notes. Do you like the other ones?
My is the song The most rapturous Is your voice With all the notes being in the song.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 449 Highway 305
Highway 305
The electronic sign said, 'Buzzed driving is drunk driving.' Yet my friend had a beer Before getting into his car.
The electronic sign said, 'Click it or ticket.' But the driver getting into his car, Never clicked on his seat belt.
Our four lane traffic at sixty miles per hour, Didn't have respectful drivers. With cell phones in their one hand, And the steering in their right.
I don't drink anyway, And put my seatbelt on. Far ahead I heard A loud crash.
Yesterday's commercial showed, A mother looking back at her daughter, And calling her pretty. This commercial ended abruptly with the sound of a loud crash.
Then with the picture of a white screen.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 450 Himalayas
I trekked up the ice sheets of the blinding white Himalayas, And looked way, way precipitously down, To the borderless red river valley, I accidentally found.
This unexpected happening showed me, This was the Dehra Dun Valley, Of my childhood home so bucolic, The bungalow I had left an eon ago.
But too soon after that thirty years back, I had to turn American, left Dehra Dun in the black, Of the night.
My airplane flew over oceans and seas, Over Kuwait, Tehran and the Statue of Liberty. Then my red heart turned white, while my soul cried.
And I that seven year old girl, From that sublime and storied Himalayan land, Couldn't put the East and West into one palm of her hand. Leaving Dehra Dun at last broke me.
But the 2010 mountain trekking down, still further trekking down, Leaving my trekking team, this became a hypnotic dream.
I finally stood in front of my house of thirty years past, I turned it's door knob without permission. Entering the house, I saw it's emptiness.
Was it waiting for thirty years for me to settle in? I looked out the opened front door, And the Himalayas looked down at me, With a seven year old's school bus awaiting me. I turned back into that girl of past eternity.
In this bungalow, I couldn't dream of anything more.
For I had finally returned home,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 451 An American turned back Indian again, My Indian heart turned bouncy again. I am so happy, so happy again.
The bleachy mountains outside my door, With the school bus waiting for this seven year old, The Himalayas mountain range panoramic around me, For my eyes to see and see and see.
Living in the Dehra Dun Valley, Of thirty years past, I moved back. Same now as it was then.
And YES, we CAN go home again.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 452 Himalayas Iv Reporting To You In R E A L T I M E Poetry Form
HIMALAYAS IV REPORTING TO YOU IN R E A L T I M E POETRY FORM
Plane descending slow, Over the rivers and tributaries' glow But why Dry? Dehra Dun, India's monsoon, I didn't come by one month soon.
My plane "Jet Airways, " coming down upon, The most beauteous valleys, forest and mountains, And the Indian sun's dawn.
In one of the languages I had forgotton about Dehra Dun, My mind said, "mehra, mehra Dehra Dun, buhooth soondur hey." So feeling a jolt from Jet Airways landing, I knew the lyrics I had just made up, Was true to my heart, would be true to anyone's heart. My, my Dehra Dun is so beautiful.
One tiny shock arose out of my mind, When the taxi driver turned his wheel around the mountain bend. Over fields of yellow flowers, surrounded by impenetrable forests, This scene my mind send, Out of it's trajectory.
Not wanting to accept. No, this would not happen in the Dehra Dun Valley, The valley of light." Yet two highway bridges about to connect, Would bring traffic in a land that doesn't know much, About carbon monoxide and such.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 453
"He'd be a poor man, if he didn't see an eagle fly. Rocky Mountain High Colorado." And so Mr. John Denver, we don't want to damage the Himalayas and valleys either.
Though progress was here in bigger sized cars, And my taxi driver driving me near and far, In that unique near collision, weaving traffic of India, Where two trucks would be driving straight towards your cab, But the cab with a motorbike would circumfrent the trucks. I never resisted or held the handle tight, This celestially directed traffic marvel didn't cause a fright, Because I was used to it.
Even arriving from the United States of America, To India, After after more than thirty decades. The winding forest laid mountains and valleys of Mussuri and Simla, And Robber's Cave's flooded with a stream's water, Holding hands with the taxi driver, so as not to submerge in the bubbly, So wide stream, So I would not break my head and scream.
But corporations on Rajpur Road astounded the seer. From McDonalds to Intel to Mobile Store to Cannon, To too many to memorize,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 454 Yet mixed in with academies of myriads and research labs. Ah yes, Dehra Dun turned into the capital of it's state. Yet with a view of Mt. Everest. With Dehra Dun's highly rainforested mountains and valleys, I so wish it the very best.
NEXT REAL TIME COMING UP. I'M STILL HERE. IT'S 5: 01
PM, 1st November,12. Writing from HINDUSTAN (India)
N A M A S T E
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 455 Himalayas Poem #2 In Real Time
In September, And October be, This second poem of the Himalayas Will be written by me.
But that seven year old girl, In the first Himalayas poem, Is now all grown-up, And will actually see, Her real bungalow, In in the 2012 year reality.
In the meantime, Google Himalyas Photo Gallery and Dehra Dun Photo Gallery to see my town's beauty.
Returning to this reality, Decades later to the town of Dehra Dun, At the bottom of the mountains,
This girl turned woman, will be reporting this story as a P O E M.
'The Himalayas #2 2012'
W I L L B E R E P O R T I N G T O Y O U F R O M T H E H I M A L A Y A M O U N T A I N S I N R E A L T I M E
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 456 Himself
Leaves
Leaves surrounded him day by day. He didn't know where to look and what to say. His mind replete With thoughts complete now, he had something to say.
He told the leaves his quandary. He didn't know who he was. He asked the leaves to help him. That he did enjoy.
The leaves told him something valuable. They told him to be himself. They surrounded him with their beauty. They surrounded him with himself.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 457 His Magic Leaf
His magical powers, Gave him the righteous right, To change the fortune of those who needed it.
This man's ability to change events, Amazed those who witnessed it. He changed the fortune of those who needed it.
This man held a palm leaf, That glowed in a garden-like glow. This man changed the fortune of those who needed it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 458 History
Napolean Bonaparte, the colonial British, The ruled American Indians, the Japanese new one, One mega-ego against another. Chunks of land being affected.
People speaking different languages. The history of this world. When I stand forward, But go backward, I see wars of nations go by.
Thing is it's nice to know, And learn it's lessons. And from it's tumultuous ones grow. History has happened so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 459 Hoggy The Cop
Hoggy the cop, was a very nice guy Till the riot broke out in 1972... They tell me he beat up some hippie But I wasn't there to testify.
Well, I always thought that cops were nice, Till the riot that broke out in 1972... They tell me Hoggy beat up some hippie But I wasn't there to testify.
One day I was walking along a street And I met this cop. Well I asked him what his name was And guess what he said? He said 'My name is Hoggy, and I'm a Very nice cop.'
Well I didn't believe him and I told him off, I told him about the riot of 1972... Well he told me I wasn't there to testify, So how could I know That he was really a bad guy.
I told Hoggy, I didn't really believe What my friends always told me, But I was supposed to be a hippie And alwasy against cops Whether they were nice or bad.. I told that to Hoggy.
Well Hoggy felt bad about that, He said nowadays We need individuality and I agreed... We both smiled a secret smile, And bade each other good-bye, And I always told everyone after that Hoggy the cop was a very nice guy Till the riot broke out in 1972... But I wasn't there to testify.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 460 Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 461 Hologram
The holograms of my travels, Took me to China, Brazil and the Arctic, The hologram of my body, brought me my microlife, It took me through one billion cells and their contents.
The hologram of my universe brought me a galaxy, The hologram of my edifices brought me the Washington Monument. The hologram of an Indian mosuleum brought me the grave of Mum Taj. And the hologram of all Earth's inhabitants, brought me the human race.
The hologram of the hearts of the human being, Brought me a variation I had never seen. Shown me secrets I had never witnessed, never seen.
The hologram showed me happy secrets, helping secrets, Loving secrets, sad secrets, tragic secrets, political secrets, Even musicians' secrets.
This hologram told me one day, That it was done with his duty. That he would not work anymore, For anybody.
The hologram then disappeared, And realized that I was so alone in my room, That I needed exercise and wanted to go somewhere, In real life, in reality.
The hologram bid me farewell, And I him. We did not need each other that much. And so, life was waiting for me to love and live.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 462 Home
Warm hearth and table tops reflecting, Orange and yellow jumping flames. My hand holding an apple, And crunching, crunching and scrunching. My home.
Steamy doors of my shower, Springtime front garden flower. A garden filled with so much overflow, In which everything can grow. My home.
My heart, your heart beating in synchrony, Us sitting arm in arm on our sofa. In the kitchen, eating bread and honey. The aromatic room. My home
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 463 Home Management
Home Management
Home management was where love abounds In it's various phases. The love between all the family Makes home management abound.
Our love, our ties Go miles deep, miles While our Home management abounds.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 464 Hooray
Rain
Raindrops fall all around And on my umbrella. I now splash in puddles Of mud ridden rivulets. Yeah Hooray.
I breathe in fresh sky And spring time flowers. In deed I will ask them If they feel fresh and flowery.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 465 Hot Stove?
I touched you ever so gently, You were a hot stove. I placed my heart next to you, You were a hot stove.
I tried to hug you so passionately, You you were a hot stove. Depending on your mood, The anger or the passion.
You were a hot stove.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 466 Hour So Long
Will Be Back in Ten Minutes
Lori my friend as of a few minutes, I cherish you completely. You brought emotional wealth and fun in my life. Your smile like a child's.
I asked you weather you wanted to play, On the playgrounds of life. We both conceided! So be bother skipped, hopped and jumped to it. Lori my friend as of an hour so far.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 467 House
House
There was a house on Main St. It looked a fine house. When you walked in it You saw nothing but beauty.
This house belonged to no one. It never had a tenant. This house was a home. It was everybody's home.
A family now lived in this house And made it it's home.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 468 How Was It When?
How was it when, when your heart broke, When hate struck it's smite on it? How was it when no one cared If you were happy or sad?
How was it when, when your heart broke, When your someone strolled with someone else? How did it feel when you walked with no one else How did it feel?
When I saw the man who struck me down, I worked around him. I trusted that love surrounded him. I trusted that he would become a good human being.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 469 Hubble Telescope
Hubble Telescope
The panoramic view, Of the galaxies anew, Some old ones too. Who would know.
Who would know, That a space telescope, Would one day discover, The universe's soul.
The space within though, Goes uncharted, With hearts parted, And no one to figure out why.
If we could for the soul, A Hubble Telescope buy. We would see galaxies anew, Inside us.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 470 Human Race
The human race, I can't describe, It's delicate, Stance in it's world.
Talking of the environment, Then driving in thick traffic. It seems to me, It's hard for me to see, What humans' intention be.
Speaking of the niceness, That very well could be. Yet using language that Shouldn't be.
I'm amazed of my own kind. It's amazing to see, That the human race, Is in a race
Going totally backward.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 471 Humanity
Humanity
Men are all made equal, They say, But are not Treated that way.
We boast equality And the rights of men But what rights these are We don't comprehend.
We treat each other Equally we say But we treat each other Any old way.
I suggest we all grow up. This might make a difference. Men are all made equal they say, But they are not treated this way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 472 Hunter And I
The hunter and I, Hunted each other, Knowing who was the hunter, No, who was the huntee.
You see it didn't matter, Which one was which, Because it mattered, That we were the same.
To point your finger, And make an 'us' and a 'them, ' Out of people around us, Makes us them, And makes them us.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 473 I
I knew so much, I knew everybody, I really know the names of flowers. Something kept bother me though. I thought I knew nothing about anybody.
My confusion lay somewhere else, I lay within me. I didn't know what that meant. The I knew, I didn't know me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 474 I Ran
I ran as fast I could, They wondered why I would. I was running in my mind, To see what clue I could find.
I ran under skies white and blue, I ran at the edges of the ocean blue. It seemed a wonderful thing to do, So I ran as fast as I could.
Once a reason to stop, Came my way, So I fast as I could, Ran away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 475 I Asked You
I asked you when you would go out with me. You just smiled a bit. Then I needed to know when you'd shop with me. You kinda smiled a bit.
You asked me if I could accompany you. I answered yes. You asked me your homework to review. I answered yes.
I think you must've learned to help, Those in need of help.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 476 I Gazed
I gazed at the fields. But I didn't know it was staring at me. It's mellow feature was
staring at me.
the field's reciprocal nature were so none to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 477 I Grew
I cried, I whined, I sobbed, I did. But to no avail. On all this trouble I could not sit
I tried my best. I couldn't have tried harder. It made me wonder. My heart ran asunder. I couldn't understand why.
My heart went crack. My joint went creak. My leg bent over. My hand bones cracked. I couldn't understand, what this was all about. I couldn't understand any of this at all.
But one day the sun came out, And cradled me in it's rays. And all the bad things became good ways.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 478 I You
I You
I you, I succumb to you. You don't succumb to me. I you.
You and I don't like each other. I you, we love each other. We succumb to each other. Our hearts beat as one, Our minds think as one.
I you, Are human you see. I am you, And you are me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 479 I Abide By You
I Abide by You
Oh, mother Earth, I abide by you. You feed me and play with me, In the most beautiful of all settings.
Oh, mother Earth, You let me hear the sounds of waves, The crisp sound of the wind, And the blowing sound of leaves in motion.
And I abide by you. You are sacred.
Oh, mother Earth, I want to leave you the way you are, Still so pure and unpolluted. I hope we as mankind keep it that way.
Oh, mother Earth stay with me forever, For you are sacred.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 480 I Am
The jokester was the funniest Man alive. He could people's soul's fun Drive and drive.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 481 I Am A Child
I bought apples and oranges, And rolled them down the sidewalk. All the kids did the same. We made apple juice And orange juice, With the fruits, And our skateboards.
Tomorrow is another day. With fruits and sidewalks we will play. With money that our parents had to pay. We yelled and screamed, what else can I say?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 482 I Am Fire You Are Water
I Am Fire, You Are Water
You looked at me that a way, And I your way. Our love locked stare, Made us share, Our love.
But what love? We hadn't talked yet. We didn't shake hands yet. How could it be?
It's how you walked, And how you talked. You spoke with an angle, I had never heard.
You moved with a turn, I had never seen. You moved like a river, Like cool water seen.
It became clear. I was your fire, And you were my water.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 483 I Am Humanity
I Am Humanity
The wars started galore. One began, then another one too. It seemed we as humanity had nothing better to do. But I was humanity too.
I never started a war But on TV watched the fight. They fired at each other noon and night To no avail because no one ever won. The one who came home included the wounded one.
I never saw war accept on TV. But I was part of humanity. The soldiers reflected me as such. But winning to me never meant so much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 484 I Am Number One
I ran a race in time, Though it was hard to run. The time passed fast, I couldn't keep up the run.
You ran a race in time, And for you it was easy to run. Your time passed fast, Yours was the fastest run.
You ran yours, And I ran mine. I came first, Because my race was mine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 485 I Am Someone
You are someone, The one that you like. The one that you speak of, So fondly, so much.
You are the someone, The one who is your precious The one who you hug and kiss, The one who you carry around.
You are the someone, Whose presence seems all, The one who's mirror shows beauty, The one who's presence is perfect.
I am someone, Who loves you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 486 I Am Your Poetry Girl
I Am Your Poetry Girl
A wisp of cloud material. The depth of the bottom of the ocean. The living things in the sea. I am your poetry girl you see.
I seek out the sun from the moon. Seek out the green from the grass And see the dirt's composition. I am your poetry girl you see.
I am your poetry girl. I see where others don't see. When you look above, I catch your mood. I am your translator you see.
I am your poetry girl. Don't just want to look but write poetry. The poetry that lies in the eyes of man. I that poetry understand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 487 I Arrived In California
I Arrived in California
I arrived in California One fine California day. The sunshine and warmth, Was California's way.
I asked CA why it was so fine. It said, I don't want to you, If you don't mind. So CA and I just looked at each other.
Then a few days later, CA showed me the way. It was ocean ridden, the Pacific way. This was California's richness.
It showed me freeways filled with cars, It showed me an ocean filled with fish. It showed me a landscape filled with palms. It showed me people loving CA.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 488 I Asked A Poor Man
I Asked a Poor Man
I asked a poor man, Doesn't it feel sad to be poor? He told me he had less worries.
I asked a rich man, Doesn't it feel bad to be rich? He said yes because I have too much to take care for.
I asked a middle income man, How does he feel having just enough money, And he answered, good, no excess, no worry.
I would wish to be the middle man.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 489 I Belong
You see I belong Nowhere. I belong to me But the world poses a problem with that.
I meditated hard But still couldn't find The real me, one of a kind. I just could not find.
I ran the fastest race Of my lifetime. I wanted to be first But alas I couldn't be.
I did meditate again. My spiritual me blossomed. I started aspiring To the Highest who was God
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 490 I Broke Some Dishes
I broke some dishes today. I just wanted to play, But my mom and dad didn't like it, Even one little bit.
I spilled some fun water on the floor, But my big sister did not adore, This display of my humor. She didn't think it was funny.
I think I'll just stop having fun, And be a boring one. I don't know what can be done, Today or any day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 491 I Came Along
I Came Along
I came along a small waterfall, And it gurgled messages to me. I translated it's, Which mesmerized me.
It told me how pure it's water was And how humanity had threatened it. It said that I should spread the news, And tell people how much there was to lose.
This waterfall had nature's charm, Of talking to me out loud. It's message was clear, As a clean white cloud.
I told humanity of this conversation. It looked away from me. This humanity told me, It was not interested in the waterfall's story.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 492 I Came Around To See
I Came Around to See
I came around to see, The beauty in you. It was in reverse. Your insides needed change.
I pointed that out to you, But you didn't take any heed of you. So I pointed it out again. You acted the same.
I showed you another, Just like you. You didn't much like him, Even though he was your brother.
You saw evil in others. You saw none in you. It was a topsy-turvy world, Within you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 493 I Came To This World
I Came to This World
I came to this world, Calmly and innocently. I came from another world. I wanted to see this one.
This world was gorgeous, In it's sunbathed beauty. It's skies were clear, And flowers grew in bounty.
But what is this I saw? Man's war. Blood hung on grass blades, And bodies strewn all over.
I asked an Earth's citizen, What that was. And he answered, That it was war.
Who made the war I asked. He exclaimed that man did. I then asked, who made nature. He said God did.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 494 I Couldn't Find You In The Room With Me
I Couldn't Find You in the Room with Me
You sat there a long time immersed in your work. I couldn't find where you were. The impressions in your newspaper Were fine and clear.
I pictured you looking at me. But you reading was all I could see. My imagination went far and wide And my yearning for you didn't subside.
You closed the newspaper and went out the door. You did ignore My existence next to you. It left me completely blue.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 495 I Counted
My Soul's Journey
I counted one, And it started. I counted two, And I went off. I counted three, And I speeded up. I counted four, And I slowed down, I counted five, And it stopped, I counted six, And the world became mine. I counted seven, And I was introduced to Heaven.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 496 I Crave You
I Crave You
Everyday and hour I crave for you. The constellations tell me it's alright. But I wonder if you crave for me. That would be so right oh so right.
Your smile lights up my heart And my soul sings loud songs yes loud. Everyday the nighttime sky Dances for me too.
Oh I crave for you And you crave for me. I love you And you love me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 497 I Cried For You
Sample poem.
I cried for you. You cried for me too. We loved each other and how. It seems so strange to me now. I love you. And you love me. That much is so easy to see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 498 I Decided
I decided when this world's wars would end. I needn't pick on details. I was not rich you see or a politician. I was just a young man in need.
I wrote to my heart's content, And people wrote me back. They had no words to spare, no lack. They really thought they would spare our world.
We, they and I imagined a lot of things. We sadly saw all those crumpled up buildings. We sang long chants in honor of peace. But the chants' messages did not help in the least.
I knew now that a war has a mind of it's own. Troublesome and alone. So I decided to leave it to somebody else, Who could sing the chant much better.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 499 I Did It Well
I failed and failed and I did wail. I wailed and I failed again. It was my nature at the time. I could never concentrate worth a dime.
And I had to search and find, And answer of a kind, That would do me good. And it probably could.
I learned to roam, I never again did moan. I let go freely of all the negativity I had. I got some wisdom that I lacked.
Then on day, as I sat across a canvas, I stroked a paintbrush across it. At first I drew a sad face, But then I painted it smiling.
My smiling self took me to meditation. At high levels of self perfection. I did good things you see, From now on.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 500 I Did It!
I Did It!
I did it but it never worked. I did it twice and it still did not work. I tried and tried and it still didn't. But I only thought in one direction.
I kept trying, yet it couldn't work. I tried some more and the same resulted. I went on trying, it failed more. I was defeated.
But I changed my ways In a hundred different kinds. It all worked out fine. I realized the strategies had to change in my mind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 501 I Didn'T Know What To Do
Meditative Me
I didn't know what to do. I didn't understand myself, Or others in general. I didn't know what to do.
It seemed my mind, With thoughtless thoughts, Mired in the mud. They just roiled in the mud.
I now knew what to do. It was just to be. To be the meditative me. Would you believe?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 502 I Don'T Know Who You Are
I don't know who you are, Or why you walk by that road. You make me look so longingly, Your boots, gloves and coat.
If I could only find the courage, To walk-up to you and ask, What your name is you might, Get mad.
So all I do in that part of the day, Was wish you well in your walking way. I feel a trace of blooming love, Where it comes from is above.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 503 I Dreamed
I Once Thought
I once dreamed that you were here. You know what? You were. You were here.
This dream lasted long And took much time To interpret it. You were in my dream.
You were as if in a fairyland. You were sweet and lithe. You were light as the ether. And quick like lightening.
I once dreamed that you were here. And you know what? You were. But this time it was not a dream.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 504 I Dreamed Once
I Once Thought
I once dreamed that you were here. You know what? You were. You were here.
This dream lasted long And took much time To interpret. You were in my dream.
You were as if in a fairyland. You were sweet and lithe. You were light as the ether. And quick like lightening.
I once dreamed that you were here. And you know what? You were. But this time it was not a dream.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 505 I Entered The Garden Of Roses
I Entered the Garden of Roses
I entered the garden of roses, And it was a petal that fell. It could not my thirst quench, For all the beautiful things in this world.
I strolled on and another petal fell. In despair my heart did dwell. The worst despair I had ever felt. My frozen heart could not melt.
The glory of the rose bush I saw, Now I saw a different life, Not so full of longing and strife. I started to belong.
I entered the entire garden of roses, And began to walk through it's colors. It's sweet smell did dwell finally, In my newly fulfilled heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 506 I Feel Lonely Right Now
I Feel Lonely Right Now
I walk in this world. It's a dark room. I only walk in circles. I know I'm doomed.
I feel my ego, Fights against my humbleness. I make enemies when my ego acts up. I make friends when I am humble.
I walk in this world It's a dark room. I only walk in circles, Of ego and humbleness.
I see how my friends, Act towards me, When my humbleness lights up. I walk in a bright room.
I walk in a bright room, When ego and humbleness are evenly mixed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 507 I Fought With Me
I Fought
I fought with men. I fought with women. I fought with everybody, Not knowing that the fight was about me.
I looked inside myself so frequently, Yet the answer never came to me. Who was really, really to blame? I looked inside me again.
So I fought as a soldier, And as a policeman. I fought so hard, For fighting's sake.
I just had it in me, But I didn't know why, I fought everybody. But I fought myself the most you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 508 I Gazed At The Flower
I Plucked the Flower
I plucked the flower of origination, The first that bloomed in my garden. But I planted it back, So it would look pretty again.
Why I plucked that flower, I knew but I shouldn't have done so. I liked that flower, In that garden.
Nowadays, I just gaze at them, One by one, And they gaze back at me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 509 I Grew A Tree
I grew a tree one day. Why I did, I couldn't say. It's tree trunk reminded me of my own strength. This tree's leaves were colored green. They reminded me of the profusion of my hair. Mostly, this tree didn't crack when a storm hit it, But swirled around it's trunk. My tree was me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 510 I Had A Need For Walking
I had a need for walking, For the world stressed me out. I looked at the birds and animals, That flew and ran about.
The sky above me was so azure, It seemed so perfect. It my mood did affect, The openess of it.
I had a need for walking, For the world stressed me out. I looked at the birds and animals, That flew and ran about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 511 I Hate You
I hate the way you dress that way. You must've earned heavy pay. I hate your car all glossy and clean. I don't like it it seems. I don't like the way you dance. You're so strong indeed. But mostly like the way you walk, so confidently.
But then I discovered I didn't like myself. Indeed I had to good things in me. So I started on my fingers all the good about me. Then I began liking you. You had done nothing wrong.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 512 I Have A Problem Right Now
I have a problem right now, And it is huge. He's sitting across the Coffee Cafe, Looking really good.
He's engrossed in the coffee swirls, Looking down and enjoying. I wondered if he would look up, To see me inquiring.
But his hot drink seemed to take precedence. He was infatuated by it. My problem wasn't the pretty girl, Who was also looking at him.
My competition was the swirling hot drink, The pretty coffee he was drinking.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 513 I Held Your
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 514 I Held Your Hand
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 515 I Hunted In My Heart For You
I hunted in my heart for you.
I hunted in my heart for you. That there would be a vastness I never knew. A rising of love and then subsiding. I walked in fantastic love.
My heart seemed to beat so wildly for you. I hunted in my heart like I never knew, That love is blind, And we can't it find.
I hunted in my heart for you. But I knew I didn't have to. I knew it was all there already. I knew the hunt was over.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 516 I Imagined
I Imagined
I imagined the world In yellow and pink. The world floated by In this imaginary ink.
I tried to write With these colors at hand. But it seemed impossible To scribble in the sand.
I wanted my world To be yellow and pink. It was not going to let me. So what I wanted I couldn't see.
My imagination was largely ignored. My imagination could not soar. This world would do what it would do. This world was not made of yellow and pink.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 517 I Just Can'T Take It
I Just Can't Take It
I just can't take it anymore, Your signing papers of promise, It all seems so fake. I just can't take it anymore.
You are a no show. You promised me the world. You promised me a home. You promised me children.
But your promises were all forlorn.
I just can't take it. You're a miserable liar. When I think of you, My mind goes up in fire.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 518 I Knew
I knew the sun's rays, Co-mingled with the racing wind, And lit-up everything, Around it.
I knew the blue stream flowed, Around it. The structures of nature, I knew well. On the structures of nature, My mind would dwell.
I hoped to God, Mankind would not ruin it. I hoped to God, My mind would dwell on it.
I knew the sun's rays, Co-mingled with the racing wind, And lit-up everything, Around it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 519 I Knew The Flowing Water
I knew the flowing water Were the thoughts that ran through me. The numbers of the thoughts Were causing my alacrity.
You see, when I am adventurous, I run through fields and forests. I know that in my mind, I find all the answers.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 520 I Knew We Would Like Each Other
I knew we would like each other, Right from the start. It was a state of affairs, And that of the heart.
Sometimes I watched others, Frolick and play. They kissed and hugged, In a charming way.
But I knew we would like each other, And then suddenly we said, To each other, I love you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 521 I Knew What You Knew
I heard all the things you thought, And I learned what lay in your soul. What laid in your soul, Was a confused mass of brain electricity, You not knowing what it meant. But I did.
I knew you so well, I could lipsink your words. I knew your words better than you, For I, I what you knew.
We both loved each other
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 522 I Knew You All Along
I knew you all along, And you didn't even know it. My love for you was strong, But I wondered if I belonged.
I knew you all along, And you didn't even know it, That you loved me all along. And it felt like love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 523 I Knock On Your Door
I knock on your door, But you never answer. Your face stays still, Not one iota of a smile. My heart's door needs to be closed, But I can't, When I look at you. I knock on your door. It opens so slowly. Your expression changes, To a hardly traceable sigh. I knock on your door. You shut it with a slam.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 524 I Last Saw My Poem
I last saw my poem reflected in the stream, Then I saw this poem reflected in the sky. I heard it being recited by passers by.
I told myself it was last found in my heart. It recited it fast and by heart. This poem didn't need a meter.
I caught my poem in the air I breathe. I didn't try to sell it for greed. I kept it special for all special days.
My, this poem came from me. My, this poem resembled me. My, this poem was me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 525 I Learned From You
I learned from you, That the trees swayed in the wind. You taught me about the clear night sky. I found out from you that the sun rose happily.
You taught me that the rivers run fast. I understood that the oceans last. You said you loved life so much, That I learned love from you and such.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 526 I Liked It That Way
I Liked it That Way
When you smiled your radiance upon me I liked it that way. And your slight speed when walking I liked it that way.
Your sweet smile upon me I liked it that way. Your unrelenting kindness I liked it that way.
But one day you became sad I didn't like it that way. You needed kindness and sympathy I didn't liked it that way.
But with your returning exuberance I liked that way. You rose above all trouble I liked it that way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 527 I Liked Running Along A Boundary
Oh, I liked to run along a boundary. It's length I didn't measure. The boundary itself was tempting. That was what I treasured.
A tempting run, A fast, guick run. An ambitious run, Made the boundary dazzling.
Why was I enthralled by boundaries? Because there was a temptation, Of crosssing-over, When I was told I couldn't.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 528 I Liked The Day I Met You
I liked the day I met you. Your charm swept me away But your inner self Was something else.
I meant to see the beauty in you But there arose a darkness. You were half happiness. You were the other half sadness.
I liked the day I met you But now looking back I treated you with caution Though I tried to be with you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 529 I Listened
I saw the tiny droplet fall, And listened. It's sound was so soft, This sound glistened.
I heard the murmur of the grass, Moving oh so softly in the wind. It's sounded like a trill Of air and a breeze.
I whispered to a lion once, And I heard a roar. I will never want to hear that so close, No, no more.
I heard the sound of a snowflake land, So gently on the snow. It's lack of sound, no some light sound, Was beauty in the making.
I hear world sounds, And they've become a part of me. Thank-you sounds for making, So much sound beauty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 530 I Lived In This World
I Lived in This World
I lived in this world But it changed so unexpectedly. I did not expect such changes In my human ranges.
The music turned into metal voices. The phone with apps galore. The mathematics of children Gone so far intricate.
I never knew such mathematics. The sciences knew no bounds. The beauty of these changes Threw older things around.
I never suspected such changes would be. The cellular phones with towers on a tree With satellites carrying messages so fast. But alas, I couldn't keep up so fast.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 531 I Love Everything
I love everyone and everything, The sky, the Earth, the air, The balloons, the poppies, the roses, The cakes, the donuts and the crème.
I love the boys, girls and their dogs. I love all and everything. But I have to be careful about, Keeping on loving me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 532 I Love You
We held hands in the wet garden, And inhaled each other's breath. I held you so tenderly. You held me the same.
You started saying sad things to me, And I you. We made each other angry. Why did we?
Don't shut that door.
Keep the door of the heart open, Even when you're mad. You have made me sad, With your disapprovals.
I love you. Don't shut that door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 533 I Loved You In A Way
I Loved You in a Way
I loved you in a way, That nobody could say, That anything was lacking, Not even smiling and laughing.
I loved you in a way, That spoke of a huge heart, Beating a huge beat, And my love would endlessly stay.
I spoke tender words last night, And they seemed to right, That you heart beat faster and faster, And you knew what the secret of love was.
I loved you in a way, That you would never stray, From the love path, We happily lay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 534 I Made Mistakes Galore
I Made Mistakes Galore
Oh, if I remember, I made mistakes galore But each one I made Made me think more.
My mistakes were ordinary And my mistakes were not nice. But they made me think out loud. For them I was not proud.
I think before I act now At a later age But you know what? I still am not a sage.
Oh, I remember I made mistakes galore And I thought out my problems I didn't do too many more.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 535 I Managed To Manage My Problems
I Managed to Manage My Problems
It never worked out for me. My papers were influx you see. I couldn't manage my paper. No matter how I would be
So I learned how to manage my work. For that I did not stop. I made files and folder night and day With lots of work with no pay.
So I managed to manage my entire life. For that I reduced my strife And from that day onward I pushed my work forward.
I managed to manage my problems. My papers and desk were free. This lead to me being free too. And that was the best I did do.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 536 I Managed You
It was so much fun managing you. You laughed too, At such a silly notion.
But it was fun because you managed me too. We both loved each other. It didn't matter. We danced with each other, And consoled each other.
When it came time to be managed, I chose you. When it came time to be managed, You chose me.
We danced around with each other, All our lives, And we managed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 537 I Meditated
On a rock thinking, Thinking about nothing, And about everything. The universe swirled around me, And me with it. The meditative trance, Was a sober mind dance. I fell for it, Meditation you see. I sat on a rock thinking, Thinking about nothing, And about everything.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 538 I Met A Man
I Met a Man
I met a man who handcrafted things, And he gave me a carved piece of wood. I met a man who wore rich clothes, And he gave me a scarf, saying he should.
I met an engineer, Who gave me calculations. I met a biochemist, Who showed me bubbling reactions.
A man who had designed buildings, Gave me brick and cement things. I met a man of so many books for me. He gave me books galore you see.
The man who sat by the wayside, Gave me a smile, For he could give me nothing, He gave me a piece of Heaven for a while.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 539 I Met A Man From
I met a man from the North Pole, And then one from the South Pole. Still one from the Equator. And one from God knows where.
I kissed the one from the North Pole, Then I did from the South Pole. I liked the one from the Equator, And also the one from God knows where.
You see, they were all men, Not that different due to the meridian. Shockingly the same to me. The men of the world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 540 I Met The Poet Of My Heart
I met him, oh I met him. He chased me around merrily. I saw his handsome visage haphazardly. He flung me around and then some. I kissed his hair and then some.
I found him just like that. Standing on a coffee house' mat. He looked so fine, He blew my mind.
I never strayed from him, From then on. Noone standing on a cafe mat, Looked like him.
I met the poet of my heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 541 I Once Had A Bike
I Once Had a Bike
Rolling, rolling, rolling, I go. Forward, forward, forward, I know.
Backward, Oops, I cannot go.
I once had a bike. It was my nice, Toy.
I grew up, And I then had a bike. Vroom, vroom, vroom, It went forward, But never backward.
I turned out just like my bikes.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 542 I Once Thought
I Once Thought
I once dreamed that you were here. You know what? You were. You were here.
This dream last long And didn't take long To interpret it. You were in my dream.
You were like in a fairyland. You were sweet and lithe. You were light as the ether. And quick like lightening.
I once dreamed that you were here. You know what? You were. But this time it was not a dream.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 543 I Once Told You
I told you once, your face was nice. You blew it off, with a face like ice. You were a bard you see. I thought that much, That a bard's demeanor was to be soft as such.
I told you once, that you were dear to me. I received a welcome, no one should receive. Well once I read so much of your work. I could tell all the meaning in the words you see.
Now I throw out all your words to the wind. Nobody should be treated like this I think. A poet should be kind and sweet I thought. But I didn't get, what I sought.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 544 I Played
I Played
I played to the stars, Then to the moon. My guitar reflected off the streams. I even played in my dreams.
When I played to nature, It seemed like Heaven. I suspected that Nature loved my music.
I always played my guitar, To the birds that flew. Into the sky they went. To them I music lent.
I and my guitar, Will always play. We will play away. We will play away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 545 I Played With You
You were my little child, And I played with you. We laughed, giggled and said boo. We had funny fun.
You grew-up and rode on your bike. You then went with me on a hike. I love you and I like, How you smile at me so sunny.
You now are a man but my son. You are the loved one, you are the one. And when you were a baby, We played on the playground. I played with you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 546 I Plucked The Flower
I Plucked the Flower
I plucked the flower of origination, The first that bloomed in my garden. But I planted it back, So it would look pretty again.
Why I plucked that flower, I knew but I shouldn't have done so. I liked that flower, In that garden.
Nowadays, I just gaze at them, One by one, And they gaze back at me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 547 I Praised You
I praised you one day,
And you don't even remember. You think I don't thank you for anything. I praised you one day, And all you did was frown. So I decided to praise you no more.
Isn't it funny? You praise me all the time now.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 548 I Pray
I Pray
I pray you'll stay, Heavenly and pristine. You are my babies, Even though you're in your teens.
I am you mom you see, So I will forever worry, About the kind of life, You've carefully chosen.
I was once like you too, Wanted everything to do. I praised the Lord, But then wanted more.
You are my teenage children, Religion or no religion, Keep on the very straight path, In these huge steps you've taken.
I love you so much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 549 I Ran Away
I Ran Away
I like to always run away, From problems that I have. I never like to stay, And solve them one by one.
I saw a problem once, That belonged to another. He looked confused, And didn't even bother.
Another man who had problems, Meditated. He thought about God, And all that he had created.
And in that meditation, His thoughts took speed. He took on problems after problems, And solved them all indeed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 550 I Rode A Little Horse
I rode a little horse, In the meadow today. We galloped, Our own little special way.
We went running through the field, And then we ran some more. We laughed at the sunshine. We laughed at the funshine.
This fun horse of mine, Ran faster than ever now. It's galloping was ever so fine. Me and this horse were one of a kind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 551 I Ruled You
I Ruled You
I ruled you in a certain way, A way that led to ruins. I sought out a certain way, To help me get out of this disarray.
You see, my heart was jaded, In ways unforeseen. My heart was a conquerer, In bad results seen.
I treated you badly. You reacted sadly. I didn't know how to stop, Doing bad things to you.
I was an offender. A daily sender, Of bad thoughts and bad deeds. Of sad thoughts and sad deeds.
At last I knew what I had done to you. My broken heart and sadness knew, That I had abused you, And there was very little chance to say I'm sorry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 552 I Sang
I ran, And I sang. I loved the clouds going fast. I drank love at last. I ran even further, And further than that. I smiled at you, And you at me. I slept so reassuringly. I ate that sweet food, However, much I could. I chased the paper boat, Going around on the moat. I drove that car fast. It's speed did last. I love all of you. That will just have to do. I am so happy. I am so happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 553 I Sat And Tore Rose Petals
I sat and tore rose petals you see. Today nothing mesmerized me. The reflection in the nearby pond, Seemed so serene with a sound.
I sat and tore rose petals you see. Nothing seemed to bother me. I stirred the water in the pond, With a stick, And it moved just a little bit.
My rose petal morning was a glory in it self. It's perfection could not be questioned. It's scenery couldn't be better. So I stayed there, And I sat and tore rose petals you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 554 I Sat On A Bird's Wing
I Sat on a Bird's Wing
I sat on a bird's wing, And I saw such various things. You see the bird took of, To lands not known to me.
This wings swept the sky, As this bird climbed higher than high. We both flew through the clouds. I yelled so happily out loud.
And we sped across the ocean wild. We lowered our speed mild. I almost slid off the wing. The feeling was a delirious thing.
This bird and I are in love. He took me to Heaven above. His high speed wing, Upon other things, Was upon the wing of a dove.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 555 I Sat On The Rocking Chair
I sat on the rocking chair, All afternoon long, Dwelling on things gone by. I noticed that I could only sigh. But I didn't know why.
My memories were both good some bad, I remembered all the fun I had. I could remember some mesmerizing moments. I noticed the charm and the wonderful senses.
But this afternoon, Didn't seem perfect. Something seemed remiss. Then I realized, That the past is not to long for, But the present's existence is to have thoughts for.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 556 I Saw A Tiny Pony
I saw a tiny pony, Grazing in his pasture. I secretly hid underneath the grass, And noticed it's soft posture.
Now I knew I could have him, For myself. He was easy to ride on. So I rided on him for long.
But nature had it's way today. It didn't let me on the pony stay. Nature did not let me play and play, So that pony from me got away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 557 I Saw It That Way
I saw it a trillion way, And then I saw it one way. The path to the true light Was co-mingled with God's right.
I knew from the beginning, That as a child I could tell, Whether I could or couldn't, Oh well.
I grew-up thinking all kinds of things. I thought of teddy bears and scientific things. I knew I had a fancy, For words so true. It colored all things beautiful blue.
My story I know has a special twist. It's essence emerges out of the mist. My story is about the courage I have, To say things as they are.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 558 I Saw It The Way It Was
I saw it the way it was. The sun drops kissed the flower. It resulted in a blossoming shower, Of beauty at it's best.
The sunlit scenery was at it's best. I stared at it without a rest. The rays scattered in a beautiful array, Made my mind spin with happiness.
What was the best, do you want to know? It was that I couldn't figure out this God's show. Only He was the maker here, And I merely the looker here.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 559 I Saw The Picture
I Saw the Picture
I saw the picture, In it's innate beauty. But the light slanted on it, Troubled me.
The plight this picture, Was depicting, Was the kind I did not wish to see. The war of the darkness and light.
This war seemed to rage on forever, In this beautiful picture of light. In this the ideas in my mind, Never solved the story this picture showed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 560 I Saw This Empty Vessel
I saw the Earth's reflectance, In the ocean's expanse. The mountains nearby were sublime.
The ocean reflected the sky's expanse. The sky an empty vessel. This empty vessel I looked up to, Everyday of my awestruck life.
I began to wonder who made all this, And the answer didn't seem anywhere in sight. I could only see the vessel of white.
I one day took a walk under the sky, As screeching seagulls flew sweetly by, And I, I proclaimed... That the empty looking vessel was really full.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 561 I Saw You
I Saw You
I saw you were so smart. You were brilliant. You worked on the telescopes, Of ancient times.
You were self absorbed in these formulas. And you saw the world through figures and symbols. You were the genius everybody wanted to be. And were in my family.
Thanks Dad for you being you. I enjoyed your genius.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 562 I See It Is
It is a yellow flower on a tree, It is a simple question put to me, It is a child and now he smiles, It is a world full of lies, It is standing there, In front of me, it is a beautiful sky, Stormy as a sea.
It is time, and it goes on, It is a distant church bell, with a clear sound, It is only as I see, and I can see all this.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 563 I Skipped Along
I Skipped Along
I skipped along my merry way, And nobody stopped me as I went. I felt a sense of mirth. Of sadness there was no birth.
I skipped along my merry way. I ran through fields of flowers. Amongst all of nature's way, I felt fresh rain showers.
I then sat to ponder, Why nature was a beauty. I then realized, It was not for me to query.
So I just skipped along my merry way, And nobody stopped me as I went. I felt happy through and through, This was nature's answer sent.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 564 I Spoke Of
I spoke of mountains and rivers. I spoke of fields and flowers. I spoke of fragrant grasses, And I painted jungles and forests.
I spoke of skies and rain, And oceans and fish. I spoke of a person and people.
But I never spoke of you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 565 I Spoke To You
I Spoke to You
I spoke to you, But you spoke back. Your words were not kind. But this time, I didn't mind.
I spoke to you, And you spoke back, In a way that you had to take back. I shouldn't have to tolerate you.
You spoke to me that you didn't want me, That I was tired of you. But I drew him towards me. And I loved him and he loved me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 566 I Stayed
I Wanted to Go Away
I wanted to go away, But I didn't. He lived in a forest, And I in a light bulb lit expanse.
Our hearts were one. We kissed and romanced. We danced, And pranced.
I had to stay, And he wanted me to. I sauntered through the forests, And I had to stay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 567 I Submit
I submit to the glorious sun, On an unusually fine day. I submit to fun, And I with it run.
I submit to the torrential ocean waves. I submit to their beauty. Their unusual coloring, Makes me keep submitting.
I submit to everything beautiful. You are beautiful too, But I won't submit to you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 568 I Submit To You
I submit to you Only when I want to. Especially when you care for me. Especially when you show love.
I submit to you Only when your eyes show love And then when your face looks loving Then I care for you.
I submit to you When you do something for me Something just wonderful Something so everlasting.
I will be submitting to you As long as you truly love me. As long as you truly love me We will submit to each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 569 I Swooned Over You
I Swooned Over You
I like you and I do so. You're the gentlest man I know. Your ways are simple and genteel. No one comes closer than you.
I once was lost you see Between the deserts and the sea. I was left from left to right From fear and fright.
I didn't know how to live life. I gave me much strife. To be alone so long Was not by version of a good song.
But you did come along one day. I had nothing to say. I just was in a shock That you came my way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 570 I Though Globally
I Thought Globally
I thought globally today, And my or my what thoughts came my way. I wasn't as if I thought fast thoughts. I wasn't as if I thought not.
But fleeting images of wars gone by, Hooked my attention to terror gone awry. I felt the tension of the population, As they watched war escalating.
I thought globally today, And I started hard to pray, But nobody answered one prayer. Nobody looked my way.
I thought globally today, As if to say, I hoped against hope. I thought globally anyway.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 571 I Thought
I thought in intricacies of neurons, My thoughts on synapses did run. They were either filled with dark, Or many filled with sun.
I thought of wild, crazy days, My neurons went faster and faster, But when I thought of depressive days, My synapses fired slower.
I thought of the world situation, Of the population too plenty. My neurons said to me, How grand the mind is.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 572 I Thought Globally
I Thought Globally
I thought globally today, And my or my what thoughts came my way. It wasn't as if I thought fast thoughts. It wasn't as if I thought not.
But fleeting images of wars gone by, Hooked my attention to terror gone awry. I felt the tension of the population, As they watched war in escalation.
I thought globally today, And I started hard to pray, But nobody answered one prayer. Nobody looked my way.
I thought globally today, As if to say, I hoped against hope. I thought globally anyway.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 573 I Thought I
I thought I thought of you. I usually do. You're so beautiful. Your face is so lovely.
I thought I thought of yu. I usually do. But next to your face, I saw you embrace, Another one you see.
I thought I thought of you. I usually do. I thought of leaving you, And I did.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 574 I Thought Of This World
I Thought of this World
Light years away, Spinning on maybe a different tilt, It's axis much needed in space. This world is much like ours.
Do you think it's inhabitants, Are much like ours? Do you think their time, Is measured in hours.
What a discovery NASA has made. What a fantastic site, Telescope Kepler has sited. A world similar to Earth.
I wonder how this can be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 575 I Thought Of You Today
I thought of you today, In many a varied way. Today seemed bright and light. Today was Heaven's light.
I thought of you yesterday, It didn't seem so nice. Where your disposition Was not nearly right.
I'll think of you tomorrow. I know not know how it will be. But I'm pretty sure, it'll be good, You see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 576 I Told You Many Times
I've told you many times, Not to say I love you, But you just keep saying so. I've told you many times.
I don't want a display of words, When your deeds don't match them. I want action in your love. Anyhow that's how I want it.
This is the only way I know how to love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 577 I Told You Often
I told you often, That I loved you, And as often, You denied it.
I don't know how to say it. I try to show it, A hundred times I know it, That you hear me.
In the end my dear, It's how not how much you hear, But how much you, Love yourself.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 578 I Told You So
I Told You So!
I told you so and you didn't care. So you failed in your endeavor.
Your conceited showed loudly, Your false showed too. It is really your choice what you want to do. But without discipline your work will suffer.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 579 I Tried
I Tried
I tried some artwork, But the colors only blurred. I tried some poetic reading, But the words only slurred.
Then I did some gymnastics, And I fell from a height. I did baseball, But I couldn't hit the ball right.
After that I played some piano, But the notes were out of tune. After that I played some tennis, But the ball went off the court.
At this time I wondered, What I should be. I only got my answer, In my fantasy.
I was most interested in being a writer.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 580 I Tried To Change
I Tried to Change
I tried to turn the car around, That drove on the freeway. I tried to wipe the smog off, The otherwise azure environment.
I tried to turn the greyish water, Blue and green once again, And turn the blackened sidewalks, White again.
But I just couldn't do it. The intensity of the pollution, Was too much for me. So in the meantime, I imagined a beautifully clean world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 581 I Tried To Dance
I tried to dance, But danced with only two feet. My dancer man wasn't with me. His two feet were missing.
I tried to dance, With one mind and one heart. It didn't feel good. It wasn't the way it should.
I tried to dance, But danced with only two feet. My dancer man was missing. I was crying.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 582 I Turned On The News Today
I tripped over the TV cord. It turned my TV on. I had decided not to watch it. I had sworn.
But the content of the news, I attracted me, I don't know why. It was sad, it was tragic. I turned it off.
The news makes it seem the whole world is happening that way. And that's why I watch it I do. But finally I turned the TV off. I wanted it to be that way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 583 I Twinkled
T Twinkled
I twinkled all the way, Where it felt like heaven. I was taught to feel that way, From my parents.
God gave me pleasure In my life. He let me see strife, But I twinkled.
I helped others twinkle, And they received my happiness. Happiness can be spread by a twinkle. I made it happen.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 584 I Waited For You
I waited for you, To come through this door, Which was left ajar.
Instead you went out, Very far. You sent one tear, Down my cheek.
Later you walked, Back in through this door. I looked at you quizically. I wanted to shut this door.
But you shut this door, And stood by my side, And didn't let it, Stay ajar anymore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 585 I Walk In The Sun
The refreshing light of the sun, Laid it's rays on me, While I hiked-up the mountain, For my morning run.
These rays warmed me, As I acknowledged their presence. Their shape I felt that I could see, A bright balloon of light.
The ebullience of the sun, Turned on the lights of heaven, Yet on earth with it's golden sprinkles, Heaven's job was done.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 586 I Walked
I walked around a corner, To keep a pace, Of what was going around, The other face.
I walked on a sidewalk, With seems so loose, That I almost tripped, When my tennis shoes lost gripped.
My greatest walk in this world today. Was the walk I took around the Earth. That adventure countless jewels did pay. I remember this to this day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 587 I Walked Down
I walked down the sidewalk, And tipped to the right. The songs in my head blared, And made it so tight.
I wanted to take a walk, But walk as I may. It turned into a song, Whether that was right or wrong.
So I turned this sidewalk walk, Into a stage. My spry feet didn't tell my age. I stepped betwixt and between the cement.
My walk was a walk of merriment. I turned around to see, Somebody behind me. Was traipsing along just like me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 588 I Walked In The Garden Of Life
I walked in the Garden of Life, And at first didn't know, Which way to go. I went through lush flower forests.
I ran forth to see the front edge. I ran back to see the other. I ran through the flowers even farther. I couldn't find the direction.
I couldn't find the shape, Or the garden's delivery. This garden did not give me anything. There was no sound, no ring.
I stopped running through, This garden I never knew. It did not know me too. I stopped until.
I couldn't get out of this garden that was perfectly still.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 589 I Want To Love You
I want to love you, But you won't love me. I've struggled to see, What that was all about.
I want to love you, But you see, Your love is not for me. I wondered why.
I want to love you, And now I see, That you were also just waiting for me, But didn't know what I was thinking, That, This love was waiting for both you and me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 590 I Want To Submit
I Want to Submit
I want to submit to sunshine, And bathe in it's warmth. I wish to submit to the pouring rain, And get awfully wet.
I will submit to the flowers' colors, And get bedazzled by their loveliness. I want to submit to the waterfalls, Torrential speed and booming sounds.
I will submit to all that is good, For in that I will fight evil. The windows that open for me, And give me ample light.
I will submit to the all beauteous, Things in this world, That will bring me happiness oh joy. But I will not submit to your bad intentions.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 591 I Wanted To Go Away
I Wanted to Go Away
I wanted to go away, But I didn't. He lived in a forest, And I in a light bulb lit expanse.
Our hearts were one. We kissed and romanced. We danced, And pranced.
I had to stay, And he wanted me to. I sauntered through the forests, And I had to stay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 592 I Was Lost
I Swooned Over You
I like you and I do so. You're the gentlest man I know. Your ways are simple and genteel. No one comes closer than you.
I once was lost you see Between the deserts and the sea. I was left from left to right From fear and fright.
I didn't know how to live life. I gave me much strife. To be alone so long Was not by version of a good song.
But you did come along one day. I had nothing to say. I just was in a shock That you came my way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 593 I Went
I went to read my book, I went to hide in a nook. I went to sing a song, Then let the birds sing along.
I walked aside a babbling brook, And shared it's cool, sweet water. I ran along the shore, The beauty of which was from lore.
I searched but then I didn't. There was nothing to search for. The feeling deep inside, Was worth everything I strove for.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 594 I Went Swimming
I Went Swimming
I went swimming with the dolphins, You know. A kind of swimming I didn't know. It was sheer fun.
I went underwater you see, And all the fish come after me. A kind of swimming I didn't know. It was sheer fun.
I wend diving with my diving gear, You know. I kind of diving I didn't know. My abilities to swim and dive did grow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 595 I Went The Way
I Went the Way
We met but you went your way, Then you told me you wanted, Me to go your way. I suspected you.
I looked at you, And told me to go my way. You heard me, And you suspected me.
There is no perfect way, Between two people in love. I say they both go, A way together.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 596 I Went To India
The Statue of Liberty ]
I went to India, Land of my birth, While the airplane swirled, Over the Statue of Liberty, Much to my mirth.
You see as a nine year old, I had swirled over the Statue of Liberty, To gain entrance to 'America', Which then became the 'Us.'
Then the plane sped across, The Atlantic and stopped England. We were closer to India now, And headed to it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 597 I Went Without
I went without the breath, Of life today. I didn't read any words I could say.
My soul poured out it's essence, It manifested itself in emptiness. I went without my soul.
My stomach growled in it's no food style. There was no food for me, The stomach was empty I could see.
My house had no sight, no one, no sound. There was nothing for me all around. My heart, my soul, my being were empty.
How do I get full again?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 598 I Wept For You
I wept for you. You seemed to race in time, To see who would win, And love for me was not a contest. Love was not to be dragged around someone's heart, And tie a choking knot around it, Till all of love's breathe would stop breathing. I thought we were one, And I thought could fly high as the sky, But our falling wings wouldn't let us. And you won, in our failure, Because failure of love is what you did seek. And this is what you achieved for us both. But you won instead in destroying our love. My heart beat so painfully. It kept skipping beats. I lay on the floor, never wanting to get up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 599 I Wished You Well
I wished you well, on a sunny day. I wanted to wish you my road, my way. You walked down it with me. We both could the same scenery see.
Since that day, you thanked me. We were heart friends and our love was free, To walk and dance around merrily. I wished you well, on a sunny day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 600 I Wrote Without Knowing Why
I wrote without knowing why. I about life do sigh. It worries me that I seemed so sad. I get philosophically depressed.
I walk through darkness now everyday. Didn't used to be this way. Life held meanings of laughter and smiles. I held smiles for whiles and whiles.
It worries me that I seem so sad. Life please show me another side. I'll be waiting for a long while, For you to show me your meaning.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 601 Iceberg
The iceberg floated on water, As if to say, Witness my sparkling beauty, As it in freezing water lay.
But the iceberg itself, Showed little movement, As if to say it was sad, And that was really bad.
'I have been made by nature, To have very little movement, And hardly the swoop of a bird, And the run of a lion's stature.
The iceberg one day witnessed, That men with cameras and videos came to, Record this white and blue, Iceberg to show to the world.
That this slow moving iceberg was a superstar.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 602 Icebergs
The icebergs of my heart, Seemed a glassy white heap. They never melted, Only moved.
The icebergs of my heart, Were a shocking blue, And sat there next to each other, Moving a little.
This iceberg of my heart, Was caused by you. I couldn't love anymore. I couldn't breathe anymore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 603 Ice-Cream Cone
Ice-Cream Cone
I tasted this ice-cream, A flavor I adored. The sugary cone was the same. I ate the whole ice-cream cone.
I tasted your love, A feeling I adored. The sweetness of the heart I felt even more.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 604 Ice-Cream Cones
Through the wispy summer haze, My eyes beheld the colors, Of ice-cream cones, Melting in hot sultry days.
My mouth watered, For these icy confections, In green, yellow and blue, Creamy perfections.
My favorite truck, Would jangle tunes a lot. My ice-cream cones, Would come closer a lot.
I asked the ice-cream, Truck driver whether, He would give me a free cone. That would've been my rainbow dream.
So the ice-cream truck driver handed me one, Without a charge. He gave me an ice-cream cone yellow and large. I bit into it and slurped and slurped and slurped it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 605 If I Only Knew
If I Only Knew
If I only new That this is what you'd do I would've never known you.
My broken life Is all but strife. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 606 I'Ll Ask You Later
I'll Ask You Later
I asked you a question, About a something, Bigger than the world, Larger than the universe.
This question knew no limits. This question needed no rhymnes. This question knew no limits, But wafted in the mind.
The questioner, Became more and more uncomfortable, As you never asked me. You walked to the other side of the room.
I started to catch up, On what was bothering you. It was simple. You could not tell me, you didn't love me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 607 Imagine
Imagination
This imagination of mine, Seems to conjure up pictures so fine, That I think I'm in Heaven. All is perfect.
This imagination of mine, Seems to conjure up pictures really not fine. I think I'm in hell. All is bizarre.
But I know one thing, That my imagination is both things, Just like my insides are. Just like the world is.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 608 Imagine Cars
Imagine Cars
Imagine cars on the highways, Jingling and jangling all the way With silver bells and Christmas wreaths Which would drive so Christmassy.
Imagine the sleigh flying over these car Santa watching downwards. Ho, ho, ho, he said And his sled whirled around in the sky.
The Christmas happened inside me too. This Christmas spirit was high. All of Christmas was celebrated And all of the people so happy too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 609 In Joy
In Joy my Fellow Man
In joy I believed in my fellow man. I tried to look away but could not. My fellow man was beautiful to look at And to hear and to talk to.
My fellow man struggled against life As best as he could. His accent so delicate, Like delicate food.
My fellow man with different colors, Looked at each other all day. I looked at all of them. From looking at them I couldn't stray.
In joy I believed in my fellow man. I tried to look away but did not. My fellow man was so beautiful to look at. And this love was what is was all about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 610 In Merriment I Walked
Merrily I walked along the path, And whistled while I went. You see life had been merry with me. You see I danced along.
The sun's rays hit my eyelids happy. I was so content. I kicked up my foot in merriment. I sang a tune along the way.
Merrily I walked along the path, And whistled while I went. Along the path of flowers, My happiness I lent.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 611 In The Darkness Of Time
In the Darkness of Time
These times were dreary and dark. Of pleasantness they had no spark. I wondered why that was so. I never did know.
But a child came along And singing a childish song Gave me a hint Of the daily tint.
It was not darkness anymore. I could now see the sunshine galore. The child in me came back. Of sunshine no lack.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 612 In The Dawn Of Night
In the dawn of the night, Came out a picture really bleary. It caught my soul, As if the wings of a dragon, Had pierced it, And it's breath had smeared it. And from there I proceeded, To think of you, And I did, We were one at that corridor, In time and it seemed though, We were in the dawn of the night.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 613 In The Garden Of Delight
I frolicked in the garden of delight, Where everything or everything was right. The flowers sang songs, Of where they belonged, And I looked up at the sun. Each ray meant something else. It was a garden of delight, Till the day was done.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 614 In The Garden Of Poems
In the Garden of Poems
In the garden of poems His poetry just grew Out of nowhere He never knew.
These flower poems Were made of magic, Sometimes out of sheer joy And sometimes from tragic.
Whatever it was he didn't know Why this garden of poems did grow and grow. He thought his mind was blessed. His soul and heart by God caressed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 615 In The Night Of Dawn
In the night of dawn, It seemed as though, My thoughts immersed in darkness, Did plentiful grow.
I did perceive the night, To be a wondrous dawn. The swirling dark, darkness, Seemed completely right.
In the night of dawn, In the core, deep, depth, It happened to me the, The black was placed on.
Me and none no other, In the pitch black, Space tunnel, Of the night of dawn.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 616 In The Sky
A Twinkling Star
Merrily that twinkling star was me. It wasn't far to see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 617 In The Still Of The Night
In the Still of the Night
In the still of the night, I felt the exorbitant things, That had happened in the happy day's light. My life was so large.
I had to make choices, And not listen to other people's voices, And not doing this or that. I could do things myself.
In the still of the night, A dream came to me. It told me I'll be what I'll be, With hard work and alacrity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 618 In Violation Of
I was in violation of love, When I had him but didn't love him.
I was in violation of books, When I read them but didn't understand them
I was in violation of car driving, When I braked on a cliffy edge.
I was in violation of love, When I ignored that child.
I was in violation of typing, When I made so many mistakes.
I was in violation planets, When I spun them the other way.
I was in violation of the universe, So I was in violation of the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 619 Incendiary
Incendiary
The incendiary device Broke her spirit alas. The spirit of a young girl A mist of a family broken.
Her inner devices of protection Couldn't work, wouldn't work at all. The heaviness of her insides Did not carry any litheness.
This girl's predicament Was of many such examples Yet in the secrecy of family No camera or video did reside.
This girl's incendiary Alas exploded. The secrecy of family Never found out.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 620 Incomprehensible
Tumbling Down
The high was so high And the low went way down. My placid brain Was crashing all around.
This world was white Then black indeed. I fell back Then I was back in the lead.
My failure at life Seemed conjecture now. It wasn't evident What this was all about.
When time came Then receded. When darkness and light Both conceded.
All was hypothesis All seemed incomprehensible. The see saw nature of life Now this up and down motion seemed comprehensible.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 621 Infused The Morning Rain
Shades of purple, flooded my brain Then they infused the morning rain.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 622 Inherent In You
Inherent in You
Inherent in you There were shades of blackness That rolled Over and out.
Inherent in you There were shades of white That rolled Inside out.
Inherent in you There were deep reds That dripped of love And passion in you.
Inherent in you There was life The living thing That was you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 623 Innocent Night
Night
The night unfolded into dawn And it was pure in the sky. The night had been lost To this day, this dawn.
I felt an eagerness in the air. It brightened up like a flare. It was so beautiful It's meaning was wonderful.
This night belonged to all humanity But seemed it only belonged to me. The mysterious aspect of this time Made it amazing and it was also mine.
This night was meant for you and me And filled with mystery. It was the night you were born my girl. And your baby smile was the gentlest in the world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 624 Inside My Brain
Inside my Brain
Inside my neuron network was an electro storm. My head did not figure out which direction to move to. The directions were many and now cried. It seemed others that I was lazy. But I was not.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 625 Inside My Brain Two
Inside my Brain Two
The cataclism The storm of neutrons staying amongst Mental storms Made the worse.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 626 Internet
The Internet seems to be, Information's entirety. But when my files crash, And look like a mess. It's a nightmare come true for me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 627 Interstate Song
The Taxi Talk
The taxi driver told me Of far away lands I never did see. It seemed every time I took a taxi The same thing happened to me.
This driver didn't speak English well, Never mind that he couldn't even spell But he sang such beautiful tunes. I listened very carefully and swooned.
He asked me on the Interstate Who indeed would decide my fate. I answered lay I told him In the words of the song.
He asked me to merrily sing along. So we both sang so happily That even the cars around heard me And the entire Interstate traffic sang songs so loudly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 628 Invalid Entry
'Did I do well today Mommy, And was my work from school really good? ' The little one asked and waited. Mommy looked at her kitchen, never replying.
'Is my red bicycle really, pretty Daddy, And did I ride it really, really fast? ' Dad's head was in the bills, He shuffled them around, never replying.
Look mom and dad, I was just born right now, I was born this second, Look mom and dad.
The parents listening to their newborn, Saw that the very valid entry of their son, Into this world was beautiful.
Yet they treated him as an invalid entry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 629 Iron Fist
The iron fist, Held in his heart, The hardened heart, Took a part.
In the fight of it's lifetime. The fight that could injure, The innocent, And unknowing.
One day a child, Looked at this fist, And wondered, Staying in wonderment.
This child gave the fist, A flower and a kiss.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 630 Is It Really So
Seemingly turbulent in the sea, But is it really so? For water ifself is not life, But is that really so?
Seemingly cold is the snow, But is it really so? For snow does not have life, But is that really so?
I feel turbulent right now, And I know it so, I feel turbulent and cold inside, Like the sea and the snow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 631 Is This The Way It Goes?
Is this the way it goes? I liked you so deeply, Yet you didn't react. Is this the way it goes?
My eyes looked at your, Yet your looked past me. My ears heard your voice, Yet you walked past me.
Is this the way it goes? I brought you a present, Yet you didn't unwrap it. Is this the way it goes?
One sunshiny day, When the white clouds hung in the sky, You gave me a lover's kiss. This is the way it goes.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 632 Island Of My Heart
My heart woke up today, It wasn't just another day. It was going to be slow walking, T'was going to be slower breathing.
My heart said, It felt all alone. It let out a low moan. It flung itself perpetually, In great agony.
The rocky part of this island, It's water unfurling fast. Told me of another, Lonely day of my past.
This morning t'was the island of my heart. Living from everyday life apart.
This morning t'was the island of my heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 633 It
IT
It was a world without borders. From the East to the West. We could see each other, In the palm of our hands.
I saw my mom on Skype, Technology wonder. Our generation, New no IT.
Information Technology, I pray for good use, And help us learn of each other, Without radical abuse.
The opposite of ignorance, IT should enhance knowledge, Of one another, Of the entire globe.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 634 It Appeared
It Appeared
It appeared to me that you did bad things. It appeared so. These thoughts in my mind did grow and grow.
I didn't like the way you talked to that girl. She didn't have a chance to say anything. You let your hot temper unfurl.
You engage in bad deeds. You like that so. You like to immerse the good things low.
I didn't realize this when I first met you. Why do you do the things you do? You have a big job ahead of you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 635 It Basically Came Down To Nothing
You smiled at me, Then caressed me in your arms. Your calculated heart, You hid from me.
You looked at me, That a way. I thought you liked me, I surmised.
It basically came down to nothing.
You did this routine, With a girl who was standing next to me. Your calculated heart, Broke my soft one apart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 636 It Bowed To Me
This colorfully dressed, This perfumed, Imagination Lead me to believe.
That it was real. That this dream was not sealed, But open for the world To see and feel.
Her multi-layered garb, Fluttered in the sun. From a dream like that, No one would run.
Please stay and stay. You colorfully dressed And perfumed Flower.
Bestowed gifts of beauty, That you on me shower.
Then in the sun sprinkled breeze, Her stem bent towards me. She bowed to me.
And the sun witnessed her flowery bow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 637 It Came All Of A Sudden
The words that streaked across the sky, Turned stories upon stories that never lied. Then the story lay on white and blue. This one spoke of me and you.
It happened all of a sudden.
These trillion words rushing across the sky, They told stories of me and my. They tumbled and jumped and rolled, A huge expanse of heavenly scroll.
It happened all of a sudden.
The ravaging, swooshing and violent storm, Told stories of our universe. It didn't speak well of it today, It stayed nightly black, Till it turned into the calm of the day.
It happened all of a sudden.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 638 It Came On So Suddenly
It Came on So Suddenly
It came on so suddenly, But it came up in creeps. This feeling inundated me, And my soul does weep.
It came on so suddenly, It's creeping feeling, Gripped my soul in yes, fear. This fear grips on too long.
During this poem, the fear lets go, At this time, the fear says no. But as the poem ends, The fear does not.
I don't know why I have this way. It subsides by night and increases by day. It comes so suddenly, But it's creepy feeling is an enigma.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 639 It Didn'T Matter
It Didn't Matter How You Loved Me
It mattered how you pulled my hair, And dragged me across the floor. It mattered how those words you used, Shouldn't have been there.
It mattered how those words, Were used in crooked ways. It mattered how you spoke to me, In a hundred evil ways.
I suppose it mattered to you, The good times we had. But the good didn't not out weigh, The bad times we had.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 640 It Didn'T Seem Right
It Didn't Seem Right
When you yelled at her for nothing, It didn't seem right. And her aches and her pains, Didn't matter to you.
When you screamed at her for nothing, It seemed you could care less. For you nothing at all mattered, When she fell sick.
You believed you were invincible, And nothing could hurt you back. You were hollow inside. It was empathy you lacked.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 641 It Fell Out Of My Hand
I held an ice-cream cone, Which fell out of my hand. I tried to pick it up, But the melted ice-cream did land, On the sidewalk you see.
I pinched some cotton-candy, Which oozed out of my hand. The blue and pink colors, On the sidewalk did land. I couldn't pick it up to eat it you see.
I spit out some chewing gum, And it landed on the ground. The plants around it must've wondered, What that was all about.
I was a fun kid you know. I liked being fast, Even though it ended-up, In a mess at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 642 It Happened One Day
It happened one day, That you took me by the hand, And we strolled near a bubbly brook. You tightened your grip on my small hand. You tightened your arm around my waist. We sauntered around this brook, As it started to talk to us. It said, that real love, Was when we would stay together. My beau kissed me on my cheek. I kissed him on his lips.
But then when another one passed by, He looked at her and went with her.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 643 It Is Cold
Cold is the heart, That has no feeling. It is as cold as ice.
Cold in the Northern front, With miles of ice sheets. It is ice.
Cold are the hands of an afraid person. They feel nothing at all. They are as cold as ice.
Cold is the coffee, Having sat on the table, And no one drank it.
Cold are you, When you turn your head away, And never come back again.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 644 It Is Hot
It was cold, Then it was hot. The pleasure of the heat, The indifference of the cold.
I told you many times, That hot and cold can, Sometimes play with your emotions.
You ignored me, You walked out on me. That hot and cold could, Let you with your emotions run.
Last night you were pleasantly hot. I could understand that.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 645 It Meant Nothing To Me
It Meant Nothing to Me
I liked to lie down on my sofa And let myself nothing to do. I felt the difference when I took action But I didn't want to.
It meant nothing to me If I didn't do a thing. I was going to sit on my sofa no matter what With millions of minutes going by.
It meant nothing to me That I had so much to do. I thought I would find time to do it. I sat and thought, it meant nothing to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 646 It Occurred To Me
It Occurred to Me
I was one small point, In eternity. It occurred to me, So fast.
I felt aimless, And useless, In the vastness, Of the stellar dust.
I only measured myself, Against the largeness of life, And felt offended, And no one defended.
I then explored me. I could now see. That the stellar dust, Was just as vast inside of me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 647 It Stole My Heart Away
It Stole My Heart Away
Neither a boyfriend or another man Could steal my heart away. My identity was in another land. The identity was lost.
The stealing of my heart Had no one to see. It was in the land of eternity Where there were you and me.
But the worst thing That happened Was you That you stole my heart away.
My heart, in yours In the past, present and future You see. It stole my heart away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 648 It Took My Mind Away From My Mind
I reached a level of burn-out. Life's burnout, I couldn't say. When trying to write a poem, My thought would stray and stray.
I thought it was a temporary state, A burnt out at any rate. It smote me with a dangerous sword, It took my mind away from my mind.
And as I lay defeated, And rolling around on the ground, My body fell around and around, But now the Muse said, 'stand up.'
I thoughtlessly listened to him. I shook off all the dirt, Off my shirt and skirt. I thoughtfully gave him attention.
I quickly grabbed a plume, And played it on the page.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 649 It Was A Good Time
It was a time of candy canes, Of chocolate drizzles on my window pane.
A time of cotton candy, And sugar syrup dandy.
A time of sugary tea, Which pleased me.
I liked the time I chewed on sugar cane, And drizzled syrup on me. This concoction showed the best of me.
I like the land of sugar you see, Because I am made of sugar too. You will agree with me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 650 It Was Well Said
It was well said, when you mentioned, The love between us. We always traipsed in the woods, And looked at the tops of the trees.
It was well said, when you mentioned, That is our love, we were like children, And slid and hopped and jumped around, The playground of life itself.
It was well said, when you mentioned, That our love poured out gracefully, So naturally, That is was the deepest love ever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 651 It's A Need
It's a need for me to be, Loved by you and held by you, And kissed by you. It's a need for me.
It seems that when we fight, Which it doesn't seem right, That that need becomes even stronger. I can't wait any longer.
But when we both need each other, There is nothing more beautiful than that. To be somewhat needy is a good thing. So I want to be loved by you and held by you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 652 It's Beak
The bird's beak, Started to sing. Whistling a high note song. To nature it belonged.
I told this bird, To sing high notes, And it did for so long. It belonged.
I started twittering, With this bird beak, And wondered whether he liked my song. Well, the bird and I to each other belonged.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 653 It's You - It's Me
Your aggression. My regression. You against me. Me against you. It's so easy to do. Being good isn't so.
I witnessed a deed. It was indeed, A was not pleasing. It was depressing.
Why do you, and why do me, Go on in this macabre way? Is it our nature to? I hope not.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 654 Jack And Tom
Jack and Tom
Jack and Tom went frolicking together. Where they went, it didn't even matter. They were best friends you see. They were inseparable to be.
One day the natural beauty came Between the sun and moon. Jack loved the sun And Tom the moon.
I went hunting for a word That described this work Of God you see. Jack and Tom had a worthy friendship.
The kind of friendship That would ever be Of God's love Forever be for you to see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 655 Jakaranda
You nature's carpet, Of beauty and grace. You grass covering, You my eye amaze.
Your sharp violet color, You plentitude of flowers. You carpet for manmade, Sidewalks you shower. From violet sprinkled trees above.
I'm so sorry, I walk on you. Oh flowers, I know, You don't want me to.
The gigantic tree, Is covered by you, The violet color, Is adored by me.
Jakaranda your violet glory, On the tree, on sidewalks and on the grass, You amaze my eye, Everytime I walk by.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 656 Jealousy
Your hair is wavy and your eyes are bright, You look so beautiful at night, Well, I can't stand you, I'd like to be pretty too.
Your brain works so well, And you are good in chemistry, You do your experiments brilliantly, Well I hate your clever brain, I wish I had the same.
Your wisdom is unsurpassable, And your words are cast in gold, You talk as if you were ages old. Well, I hate to listen to you I wish I were wise too.
Your life is full of excitement, And your time is so well spent, You've never even had one accident I don't know what to say or do. Oh why wasn't I made like youi?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 657 Jigsaw Puzzle
Jigsaw puzzle that I saw from a plane, Jetting over the United States, Jigsaw puzzle that I quickly flew over, Were the different shaped pieces of my land.
So many pieces of the United States of America.
The three-thousand mile nation below, Cut in jagged pieces though.
The way of the divide, Caused the unified, After gaining independence, To show each states dependence.
To show their unique boundaries, To show how strange they can be cut. One big flat piece, a long shaped state, Another called Pennsylvania a rectangle shape.
This was the state of all nations, To showed solidarity, then a divide, A state of a jigsaw puzzle piece, With it's own power, shape and style.
Of how unique boundaries maintain, The big union, The states carved in curvy pieces, That snap ultimately together in one.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 658
This one called the United States of America. The other called Asia. One more called Europe, Still another Africa.
Via satellite the states looked united. The map pieces were connected, The jigsaw puzzle on the floor I'm playing. The jigsaw puzzle of the pieces breaking.
The jigsaw puzzle I saw as state boundaries, Of the continent far and wide.
People united by being DIVIDED,
Is 'one nation under God INDIVISIBLE.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 659 Jingled
Jingled
The bells jingled As the crowds mingled. It was New York City At it's best.
The Christmas lighting ceremony And the ticker tapes falling On Times Square Was quite a journey.
It's the world of New York City.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 660 Johnny Walker
Johnny Walker went to bed shaken, That night he didn't know where he was, Free-floating asteroid, Turning in space, Thoughts quickening their sluggish pace.
And yet he jumped out of bed, In the morning in sun rays he stood, Arms rigged and he stone-eyed, Turning in space. Thoughts slackening their frightful pace.
So then hd saw the forgotten face, Today he knows not what he's into, Ice-cubed onto the grass floor, Tuning in space, Thoughts stilled with lack of pace.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 661 Joke
I ran after you, At such great speed, I ran circles around you then. And you laughed and laughed.
I danced with you, In such a rhythm. I held your hands, And swung them.
I beckoned you to come with me, Till I made you move in dance. Till I sang in tune!
But after that I laughed too loud, Jumped and quickly rannnnn away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 662 Jokester
You were funny from the start. I had to admit that right away. You made jokes and a jokester of yourself. You were a clown indeed.
But then one day, The funniest day of your life, Came the funniest joke with laughter rife. It made my day.
You always make my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 663 Journalist
Journalist
He saw the world in black and white. But the newspaper always centered on plight. This journalist was not satisfied By this display.
He went searching from up and down. He found nothing but someone who frowned. The news was bad Daily.
The journalist turned his pen to paper. He went to a playground near his neighbor. The news was good today. There were children at play.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 664 Joy And Depression
By the Wings of Love!
By the wings of love I got back up. The wings fluttered as it picked me up. I was filled with depression and low moods. I was now coming up from it.
Let the Heavens take care of you. Let the Heavens know the real you. Let the Heavens share it's beauty with you. I was now filled with joy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 665 Jumping, Jumping, Jumping
This frog jumped and jumped, Everywhere he went. He jumped over a tiny flower, In the middle of a thunder shower.
This frog jumped and jumped, Anywhere he went, For he jumped very fast, So he could rest at last.
Froggy jumped over the freeway today. It was a very small jump, For a big price to pay.
Oops! ! ! Almost!
But then he got up on his skateboard, To whiz across this freeway. On this very sunny day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 666 Just Not Right
Seesaw Tip had too much. And now the plank sees and saws. With children laughing loud Up and Down but just not right.
Tight rope - walker tilting, had too much. And now the body sways left and right. with breath running short, Left and right but just not right.
Balance uneven, had too much, And now the pans sink and rise. With money clanking soft, Up and down but just not right.
Me, hah! I've had too...... And now my life in focuses and out focuses, With people talking forever, Loud and soft but just not right.
Black and white, But just not right.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 667 Just Seems That Way
I saw your eyes, Looking my way, At the corner coffee house.
But then you looked at her, The same way. You didn't find me pretty. It just seemed that way.
Then I saw a pretty girl, Walk your way, Your girl friend was jealous.
It just seemed that way.
You didn't care an iota, About anyone's feelings, And when both she and I. Left the coffeehouse.
We didn't care, It just seemed that way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 668 Key
I dropped the key a long time ago. Where I dropped it, I do not know. The key it seems may have dropped itself. It was that key, the key to myself.
Without it I could not myself understand. Where I stood or where I stand. The turning movement is what I couldn't do. The clicking open of my own heart wouldn't happen.
I looked all over all kinds of terrain, I looked night and day, I sought that key in bright sun and stormy rain. I thought I found that key in sound.
It didn't matter where it was found. My heart beat rapidly then slow, For that key would make love grow. And so I finally found it lying.
In my heart that now was flying.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 669 Kickball
Children of a Poor Nation
A poor nation Indeed I saw But the kids were playing Kick ball.
Their stomachs empty And their clothes all worn. This was the troubled world But they all lived on.
They continued playing kickball though As if their poverty knew not know. Their laughs and smiles The rich ones did know.
Their laughs and smiles Did all the light glow Around them seemed The same world you know.
All the world's children Remained happy by nature. It was their condition That later changed their stature.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 670 Kite
I slackened the string of my kite, Flying above a Third World nation. Atop warm sands of the Arabian Sea. How high it climbed I couldn't see.
Twenty years since then, I tightened the string of my kite. It flew through a Pacific Ocean's cloud, It's sky bourne trajectory made me proud.
Then all the kites of the world looked down. Pondering upon what was going on. An emergency here, a party there. Violence here and mediation there.
So the kites fell into a trance, Puzzling over this human dance. People one day good, the next day bad. A woman happy then a man sad.
The kites flew higher to achieve avoidance, For this condition, there was no deterrence.
So the smiling, bouncing and dancing kites, Reflecting all the ocean's light, Climbed higher, higher and higher, Achieving Nirvanic flight.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 671 Kite Flying
Kite
The kite that soared the highest, Had the tightest string held tightly. It soared into the sun blast That glinted in my eye.
I noticed that when I let go a bit, It soared even higher. It needed more tension thread But then I reeled it in slowly.
The pulling in the kite, Required some strength from me, As it was pulled and tugged, Left, right and merrily.
This kite wasn't going to Come back to me. So I let go of it's string. I observed it's crazy and wild path.
This kite had it's own will.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 672 Knock On My Door
Knock on my Door
Knock on my door, If you wanna come in. If you love me and don't, That will be a sin.
Love denied and not approached, Love thrown out, Love is nothing about. What a waste of life's precious seconds.
Well, you persist in hell not heaven. You persist to live automatically.
Knock on my door, If you wanna come in. Come in through the flowers of my heart. Come in and let the love start.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 673 Knowledge
By and By
By and by, My thoughts converged, Into an amalgam of my mind. These were thoughts of a kind.
Then I turned around, And created a void, With it's converse universe, Of truths.
In the Nothingness of things, Came the kindest of feelings, Came the aura of God, Came the awesome void.
By and by I learned, How this world turns and learns, What it's motives and ambitions be, Where the void gives me knowledge.
By and by, I learn.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 674 Laborer
Fruit
The mangoes, papayas and the grapes too. They were loaded with natural sugar. My bowl was replete with Fiber feast.
But the fruits of my labor Tasted sweeter. For that I labored And labored.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 675 Lace Doilly Tablecloths In Winter
Lace Doilly Tablecloths
The fairies fluttered over The land so cold and bright. The lace doilly tablecloths Spread under day and night.
The icicles delicately Threaded since they were their needles. The white of the snowy expanse Needn't have been brighter.
The icicles were white ice needles And the snow flakes sewn together Into bright tablecloths over The landscape preparing for Christmas dinner.
The fairies into the hundreds Now feasted With Christmas food And the lace doily tablecloths kept so clean.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 676 Lackadaisical
Lackadaisical I thought was a daisy, That lacked prettiness you know? This daisy was not white or yellow.
I questioned this daisy, In front of me. It was actually so absolutely lovely.
But alas, it was in my mind you see. Lackadaisical meant without energy, And it wasn't a daisy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 677 Ladder
Ladder
I stepped on the ladder And high as I stood. I stood on the highest rung. It looked dangerous up there.
It seemed a long fall down So it was better a bit to be down. Then I could see more underneath Not just above at nowhere.
The ladder in the middle rungs Seemed sweet to be hung. It required strength to stand But it's scenery was grand.
This position knew no length To be high up required strength. To be low was nonsensical. So the highest rung for me was the middle one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 678 Lamp Lighting Up The Room
Lamp sitting on my table, Sitting in the room, Where do you get your light, To light-up the night?
Where does your incandescent glow come from? Where do your bright rays emanate from? It seems from deep within your heart, Where resides your glow.
Lamp sitting on my table, Sitting in the room, It seems your rays come from the window, The light coming in seems to bloom.
You are the largest lamp of the universe. You are the solar rays, Of the sun. You are the greatest lamp, Called the sun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 679 Landed On The Ground
All the notes that flew, Through the air, Landed on the ground. It's zig-zag music, Did all of us surround.
I touched the rocks and they sang. I yelled in the caves and they rang. I traipsed through the fields, And I dipped in the water.
All the notes that flew, Rang through the air. Now I made my contribution, As I yelled through that air.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 680 Language
Language
It came out as a sound, When the baby uttered it. This sound was innocent, To it's mom who heard it.
The baby's sound carried, All the way across the room. The mother would rush, And arrive soon.
As the baby grew up, It spoke in syllables, Not to speak nonsense But out of these words make sense.
This became a language, Which everyone could understand. Like words and meanings, Written in the sand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 681 Lantern
With his lantern, Showing in his window, I wondered if he, Was happy or sad.
Maybe he experienced, Something bad. A bit of something sad. Or something that made him mad.
For that glowing yellow lantern, Signaled the world to see, When that man said, 'look at me.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 682 Large Bowl Of Fruits
One orange fruit, two red ones, three yellow fruits, And three light yellow ones placed in the roundness of a bowl.
If they were the ethnicities of our round shaped world, Would they stay that close in their vicinity, Considering their varied skin colors?
They have no problem in their bowl. But we with our varied Colors do have problems on our spinng ball.
And I thought we were smarter than the many colored fruits.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 683 Laughing Around The Rainbow
Frills
In my heart and emotions My life are filled with frills I enjoy life almost everyday. I also do want you too.
Those sunny times and so rainbow refractivedays. I ran laughing and skipping along the rainbow. It made me so happy. It made me sing under the raibow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 684 Law Of Nature
An innocent radiance, Unaware of dangers, Inborn happiness, peaceful; Once this was a child, and now it's gone.
Standing like a barrier, Huge and heedless, Symbolizing strength, power; Once this was a mighty oak, And now it's gone.
Beauty to behold, Turning with sparkling energy, Appearing constant, immovable; Once this was a star, And now it's gone.
WIld in it's very nature, Offering no hope, Degrading to a human, a life. Once this was a war, And now it's gone.
Lacking peacefulness, Without freedom or justice, Trapping individuals and itself; This is a society And it will go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 685 Leaf
Leaf
I chased a dry leaf down a sidewalk And didn't know why. It rolled itself around And itself didn't know why.
The leaf and I were somehow Destined to meet on the ground. It kept twirling and floating all around. I kept chasing it.
The meaning of these actions I still didn't know Though I felt fun inside me grow. It rolled down and I chased it.
I chased a dry leaf down the sidewalk And didn't know why. I didn't have to know to wonder why. It was all just in the fun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 686 Leaf On The Forest Floor
I looked at the trees, Towering over me, And I sneaked a peek, At blue and white.
I just lay there, Amongst the others of my type, And wondered if they, Wondered what I wondered.
But I was my own unique self, One leaf on the forest floor, Looking at the tree tops, And the blue and white.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 687 Leaves
Leaves tell me where, You come from And where you go.
You roll hither, And thither, In the breeze, On the trees, Then on the ground, Without a sound.
I think you have a mission, I think you know from the start, Your lives on the trees, Look like pretty art.
But you seem to know, When the winds blow, That you are nature's, Personality.
You leaves are the forest's Afterglow. You are nature's gift. You are the most beautiful green.
The greenest green, Of my dream.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 688 Leaves On Those Trees Spoke About Me!
The leaves on those trees spoke about me, They leaned their flat, green shapes against each other, Then came together to talk, As the breeze pushed them up and down.
I wondered how they even knew, That I was of modern mankind true, That I could be their friend or foe, That once I decided to go. And follow out that mission of modern man's progress.
But their green body swayed with ease, They breathed their breathable breeze, And continued their green soft speak, They weren't sure their future looked, Sunny or bleak in this modern world.
And as they observed me standing there, Down below the trunk, Staring at my determined stare, I wanted to fell all trees, To fell them just to show I could.
So the leaves presiding over their g reenland, Commenced their dance and speech.
They couldn't decide whether I was an environmentalist, Or a man with no green conscience with no red heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 689 Leaves Under The Trees
Those leaves
Those leaves laughed at me When I sauntered and swirled around thm Only to walk in circles Remember, to go nowhere.
But that is exactly where I wanted to be. It was a great feeling and place you see. When you are nowhere, thoughts stop And draw a blank.
It no where I wanted to be. But out of that vacuum came the trouble. I stopped sauntering and wandering And the leaves started laughing again.
They did so because they knew my state. My fragile state of mind was also my pleasure. These leaves understood everything about me. They took pleasure in mine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 690 Let Me Think About It
I think I know you well, But let me think about it. You didn't mean to harm me, But let me see.
I let you know how I felt, But you did harsh words dealt, In kinds of tones that I wouldn't have meant. I now thought about you in a different way.
See, all these days I trusted you. You said you trusted me too, But now I ask you for your apology, That you need to make to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 691 Let The Colorful Flowers And The Oceans
Let the Colorful
Let the Colorful Flowers and the frothy ocean Meet the beauty and love between them.
Light in the Tunnel
A strange light within this tunnel, It let me see for where I was going. But it also let me see Man's glory in the amazing way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 692 Let's Celebrate
Big birds swept their wings, Across the sky in celebration, Of beauty.
The peacock spread it's feathers, Across itself in celebration, Of beauty.
The wild horses ran on the praries, In celebration of the expanse, Of beauty.
The dolphins jumped out of the water, And across the ocean in celebration, Of beauty.
I looked in the mirror a lot, In celebration, Of I don't know what.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 693 Let's Go!
Let's Go!
Let's go together around the world. Let's see everything we can now. This is a beautiful world And a gorgeous Earth.
Don't wait any longer at all. We'll take a jet plane and then another ship too. Let's go. Let's go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 694 Library
Glasses
Glass of water And glasses of soda Please my soul Abound.
Whether half empty Or full Or all around Full.
These can be The lives of people. The lives that many live. Half empty, half full, empty or full.
Glasses of water And glasses of soda Please my soul They abound.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 695 Life
Flowers and flowers and flowers, Flowed out of my fingertips, As they tapped the computer keyboard. These flowers were happy.
Oceans and oceans and oceans, Flowed over rocks and cliffs, As they crashed over them. These oceans were happy.
Rays and rays and rays of sun, Slanted over fields and valleys, As they shown their beautiful shine. These rays were happy.
They were all very happy. They flowed and slanted and jumped, All over creation, And creation was happy.
This was life. A very happy life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 696 Life Be Not Proud
Life be not proud. Our's is an endless struggle. Bothersome existence, Day by Day trouble.
Innocent child Living in a slum. High society snobs To help, too dumb.
Inner society, Rooted in it's way, Can't lend a hand, Or learn new ways.
Life be not proud
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 697 Life Be Proud
Life be Proud
Of all the babies and children of this world They speak of truth always. Of life be proud of this innocence The innocence of youth.
Of all the trees and the flowers Variegated by different colors. Of life be proud of the beautiful And the gorgeous nature of God.
Of all the waters blue and light blue They speak of vastness blue. Of life be proud of this expanse The bounteous blue.
Of all the sand and surf of the beach It speaks to me of greatness. Of life be proud of this pletitue And the surf and sand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 698 Life Is A Poem
Life is a Poem
When sorrow overwhelmed you And deepened it And you couldn't depend on you It was a sad poem.
When happiness filled Your heart till it burst And you kept hopping and jumping It was a happy poem.
And I saw the brightess Of your eyes. I did my enemy despise It was a poem of a lifetime.
Life is a poem In itself. Life is a poem. It's my poem.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 699 Life Is Catching Up On Me
Life is Catching Up on Me
It's sadder than sad What he did to me. The domestic violence Was not comprehensible to anyone.
They never experienced it. They never heard it. They never saw it. They didn't feel it.
But life is happier Than it is sad And can go on It's merry way.
God is the eye witness Just like he see's Everyone's humanity Good and bad.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 700 Life Is Happy
Flowers and flowers and flowers, Flowed out of my fingertips, As they tapped the computer keyboard. These flowers were happy.
Oceans and oceans and oceans, Flowed over rocks and cliffs, As they crashed over them. These oceans were happy.
Rays and rays and rays of sun, Slanted over fields and valleys, As they shown their beautiful shine. These rays were happy.
They were all very happy. They flowed and slanted and jumped, All over creation, And creation was happy.
This was life. A very happy life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 701 Life's Song
Life's Song
You are my life's song, My only life's song. I sing all about you All day long.
I hear the forests sing about you. Your beauty is sung in the cascading ocean waves, And rainbows dazzle as they show their colors about you. I hear birds singing about you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 702 Life's Walk Nyc
When he did what he did, When he had to, he still did what he did, For that man who was trapped In his life going nowhere, Feeling absolutely nothing. Feeling so very empty. Feeling absolutely tired.
This man was born. Then he lived Then he died
Then he was thirsty Then he was starved. He thought He talked He argued
He was safe He was endangered He felt rage Indifference Passive care Fake care Smiles fake Humanity at stake
So he smiled Grinned Danced Smiled Cried Contorted Exhorted Extorted Imprisoned Ilusionary Delusionary Untrustworthy
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 703 Lazy Uncontrollable Not pious Not Godly
But it happened one day, That he met someone, On that sidewalk he strolled, Far away from the malaise In his head.
But he wouldn't listen, To the one who had spoken.
So that didn't work, For the soul dead or alive, Cannot be fouled, By that engineer his own mind, Who never thinks any good of himself of any kind. But he tried other ways, to make himself happy so,
He danced He sang He sexed He walked He talked He spoke He yelled He screamed He abused He refused
But finally he heard, That other sidewalk person's fateful word.
That soft word, that soft word, Would reach eternity, He had never heard this word before, It was known by the wise as self-love.
So now the sidewalk walker found serenity. Traipsing down sidewalks,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 704 Under the night lamps of New York City.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 705 Lightening
The lightening flash, the bolt, The might, The acceleration, the white, The speed, the light.
My heart beat today, It meant to say, That it's beat allayed It's fear.
For lightening only flashes, And creates destruction. It's results result In massive destruction.
Today my heart's red lightening, Did the same.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 706 Lightening Bolts
Lightening Bolts
Lightening bolts Stuck through the farmland And frightened the nature below it. The lightening bolts could do that.
Their power and streaks Made the farmland shiver and shake. These bolts of lightening Were made of magic.
White lightening scare me so Because it was you An I was the farmland Below you.
Lightening bolt Struck through me farmland And so. The lightening traveled through me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 707 Line
The line challenged me. It did everyday. It told me which side to be on, And which side to not.
The line told me which way to swing the tennis racket. The line straighten out the wheels on the car. It gave us direction. Otherwise, we would have none.
One day, my line spoke to me, Asking if I wanted to walk the straight path. What this line was asking me, I did not see.
Days later, I told the line, My instructor in life, That I would walk down the straight path, Only if I had a bit of fun along the way, In my cheery day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 708 Lines
Lines
He walked the straight lines His parents wanted him too And he liked it For a while.
In teenage years He walked a crooked line And oh it was the most energetic one And he loved it.
Later on, the straight path Made him look at caution Of things that didn't Make sense to him.
In older years He walked a straighter line Because after all the years past He liked it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 709 Liquid Chromatography
Chromatography!
The liquids all different But stirred into one beaker, Gave a need to be separated. Both needed a chromatography Run on the opposite ions to do this.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 710 Listener
They flew around him, But he possibly couldn't hear. These random and running, Musical notes ever tumbling.
They tried entering his ear, But he possibly could not hear. These rumbling, rumbling, Musical notes.
They tried to prance, Through the jungle dance, To make themselves obvious, But he obviously could not hear, These musical notes.
This man couldn't listen. He couldn't hear the music, Of the entire world.
This man was deaf.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 711 Lit-Up
Lights of the city, You light up the mighty, Boulevards of light.
They seem to me so pretty, These lights of the city Seem everywhere indeed.
I walked under, A sidewalk lamp. Where it diffused the fog so damp.
Lights of the city, You light up the mighty, Boulevards of light.
Lights, You lit-up my heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 712 Live In A Shell
I heard he's from this country, I know him not so well, But he always has his story, And then he breaks my shell. I know he's come from that place, So far, so foreign to me, Telling me all of the story, Telling it all like it is. Don't say anymore of it.
I do not want to hear that too.
But then he does not listen, and the truth I see, And so it shows and glistens, Enlightening and blinding me.
You see I was so lost then, I really couldn't see, I lived my important life, Who cares of their strife?
Other be gone, they aren't dear, But I am wiser now, to truth so near, For that person from that country, He's enlightened me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 713 Lived A Dream Today
Lived a Dream Today
I lived a dream today That I could be happy. But I could not be. I didn't know why.
Iived a dream the next day That I could be happy. And I was a bit happier.
I lived a dream the day that That I could be happy. And I was Happpier still.
I now lived a dream the day after That I could be happy. And I was The happiest.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 714 Locomotive
Choo-choo train, I watch you go by. Your length does nature defy.
You curvature necessary, On the track. For your shrill whistle, You have a knack.
Choo-choo train, Can I now sit in you? Will you give me the ride of my life, Or will you just pass by me?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 715 Log In The Forest
I stumbled, And ate dirt. I screamed, And my knee, Bled and hurt.
I looked down, To the Earth to see, Who the perpetrator was. Oh, it couldn't have been, An innocent log of a tree.
I tried to admire, And see how nature could be. It could be gorgeous, It could be happy.
So this log in the forest, Gave me joy to look at, But it also hurt me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 716 Login
The computer told me what to say, It told me to login. This computer seemed to know everything. It even knew where it's calculations lay.
So I logged in, And to my surprise, A whole slew of info, Lay before my eyes.
I'll remember from now on, What login means. Login means, A way to my imagination, A way to my dreams.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 717 Loneliness
I'd rather be a poor girl, Than be alone in a room full of nothing, In a room full of something, That never speaks or moves.
I'd rather be a poor girl, Then have no friends, No one to talk to, No one to sing to.
I'd rather be loved, Oh, hold me so tight. Then all will be so beautiful and right. All will be so gorgeous and bright.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 718 Long Time Ago
Long time ago, You smiles at me on the train. We got out and smiled each other, In the New York City rain.
Later, we traipsed on the sidewalk. We were drunk with love, We could hardly walk.
Since then a long time ago, We always walked hand in hand, In our vast and beautiful love land.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 719 Long Trip
My roaming incurred many charges, Though that one charge didn't matter, For the adventure was steeped in drama And nature wild.
The roaming incurred no price, For it brought other adventures with it. My travels to exotic lands, Were the prize and the glory of travelling.
My country, you brought me into your bossom, Then released me in time, To go back home To recall all the very best.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 720 Looking All Around
Walking
I noticed I always looked at the ground When I walked either fast or slow. I wondered why I did that and I didn't even know. I think it was to keep my feet in a straight row.
Now I walked and saw left and right. I noticed the coming of the night. I noticed the cars' sight. As I looked left and right.
Now I only looked straight ahead of me Not looking to see What was nearby me Because I was not interested.
But the sidewalk protested And told me otherwise. Now I walked by scooters, skateboards and bikes And all such likes.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 721 Looking Down
God's Canopy
Only when I lived under God's canopy I resided in a better land. A land full of serenity A land full of love endlessly.
Only when I lived under God's canopy Did the tulips bloom in so many colors For you see I did do exactly what God wanted me.
Only when I lived under God's canopy Did the sunlight bathe the land and sky Nor did I hear a single sigh I only saw droplets of sun.
I lived a life alongside God. He lived in me and outside me. He erased all jealousy, envy And endless human strife.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 722 Lost It's Charm
The beauty that lost it's charm Because someone took it for granted, That beauty lost was lost forever.
That beauty could've enriched the world, It could've served people's passion. The beauty would've shown it's shiny self, It could not be saved from it's own self.
For it was taken for granted. Lost in it's own despair. Because the world didn't see it, The world thought it didn't need it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 723 Lounged Around
Whirring of the Fan
The whirring of the fan meant much to me. The effect of quietness it brought, Meant the quietness I sought. I lounged around the patio.
Those palm trees in my yard, Swayed oh so gently in the wind. The wind blew around me, Every where I moved.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 724 Love
If I loved thee in the countless ways That Elizabeth Browning wrote of, And I put in all my energy to love you, Then all the sun and all the wind Would seem just one more part of you.
And nothing else...and nothing else.
If I counted your copper hairs one by one, With the meticulousness of a scientist And I took all my time to do this job, Then all the quantities and all numbers, would seem like your copper hair.
And nothing else....And nothing else.
If I spent all my time writing sentences about you, With the passions and the flames of a poet in my heart, And I carefully, planted my thoughts on paper, then all the words and sentences Would seem like your face and manner.
And nothing else...And nothing else.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 725 Love Pollution
Love kissed, Ego killed. When love flung it's arms around him, Ego unlocked them to push them away.
When love didn't know what to do, It just loved more and more. But the ego's rigid affect, Prohibited love to soar.
It broke love's wings, The ego destroyer. Never allowing others' happiness, Never observing others' sadness.
So the ego, love's enemy, Kept up it's work of polllution, Never trying to seek even a solution.
With ego strong, Where can love belong?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 726 Love Forever 2012
Pieces of my mind, Wrote words in the 2012 sand. They spoke to me of your Love battered souls.
They talked of loves passed, That didn't last. They didn't pay attention, They had no intention.
Your boyfriend looked another way. Your girlfriend left the other day.
If you hired me as your sculptor, Using sand at the beach, I would mold sand into castles.
With their prince and princess, Holding their kiss, Eternally in love, Living happily ever after.
Creating their own lasting paradise, 2012's witness to humanity's eyes.
No more love demise, Love heaven sending, Marriage never ending.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 727 Love Is Not On My Karmic Agenda
Love is not on my karmic agenda. No love scheduled for the rest of my time.
I've been through silent love, Violent love, Non-acknowledged, maybe love. But I've never experienced magical true love.
Almost drowning in the torrential river of life, Before meeting up with that final cliff drop, In hopes of claiming a deep love at last, One strongly reciprocated.
Because karma can change it's course.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 728 Love Locked
The hearts that whispered, To each other. Hearts separated, From each other.
The hearts lay, Side by side, Unable to love yet, Apart from each other set.
Hearts picked-up, Each other's rhythm, Lying closer to, Hear each other's beat.
Hearts twisted and turned, Held hands and danced, Around each other. Hearts love locked.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 729 Love So Magnificently
Tell me, where did you, Learn to love so magnificently? Where did you learn to laugh so lovingly? Why do you hug and kiss so tenderly?
If you tell me why, I will be shocked. I will be surprised. I won't know how.
You love me so magnificently. I love you back. We were made for each other. Of love we have no lack.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 730 Love While You'Re Looking At Me
Love While You're Looking At Me
Today I tell you this. Love while you're looking at me. Look at all the things you see. Love all these things about me.
Love while you're looking at me. Smile a passionate smile. Then draw me close to you. Your love will go a mile.
Love while you're looking at me. Fall in love real fast. We were meant to be lovers, At last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 731 Love You
Your Daily Smiles
Your daily smiles fill my heart with laughter. They describe a funny side of this world The longing goes away and is replaced with joy. These full-filling world you offer me.
My love you know how I love your face. The world is translated into a happy one. I like to jump and skip and hop When I am close to you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 732 Lover Be
Oh my lover be, See the red roses on that tree. You enchant me, You make me ecstatic.
Oh lover be. Your aura looks like Heaven sent angels. You look like a faint color picture. You look like a garden of delight.
Oh lover be. When I look at you, I change. You give me charges. You give me faint feelings too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 733 Loving
Loving
Your loving ways fill my now loving days. Oh what else could I ever ask for. I don't scare afar for someone else anymore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 734 Lucky As Can Be
Lucky
My life is lucky in so many ways. It has passed through tornadoes and rains. Why that is lucky is because it was adventure. You see, I like to venture.
My life is lucky in so many ways. The nights are beautiful then sunshiny days. I felt the thunder in the sky. My life is lucky by and by.
You see lucky has it's ups and downs, But it's adventure that really counts. It's the days spent in the dark, Where there existed a lucky spark.
Life is full of lucky adventures for me. Up and down like a roller coaster you see. I treasure all my adventures always, I will stay adventurous for all my days.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 735 Made My Day
My feet skipped rapidly over, The heaps of leaves in the forest. They skipped so fast, They were running without rest.
I loved the forest. I took a tumble, Over squirrels and bunnies, And that made quite a rumble.
And back to my rels and bunnies, You make my day, Spent in the forest, I felt so gay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 736 Magical Air
This magical air, Knew no vice, Only weather fair.
This magical air, Knew only of the sun, And for us to happily run.
I wish all air, Was magical air, Oh, I would have no care.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 737 Magical Glass Of Water
Oh magical glass of water, You bedazzle me. Looking right through you, Makes me happy be.
Your clarity, Your verve, Are all I can see. Standing there all sunny.
Oh magical glass of water, I want to drink you, To slake my thirst, And my liking you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 738 Magical Night
The Christmas Sleigh
The reindeer pulled the sleigh along Around a dark precipice. It never landed on the ground. It flew through the heavens all around.
A child sited this through his plane window And asked his mom what that was. His mom answered that was Christmas magic Of a reindeer trying to reach Santa Claus.
The boy decided to play catch up Because the plane lagged behind. But the reindeer had magical powers So it sped along.
I expected the reindeer to win the race Because it on a faster pace And the airplane could not catch up Because it was Christmas night.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 739 Making My Way Through Life
Making My Way Through Life
I walked the sometimes crooked pathways of life. It was a difficult trudge ahead. These pathways kept getting near And then spreading all afar.
I ran through a field of flowers. Then I stood in the hefty wood. Breathing God's breath made me alive. Standing there felt so good.
The time I got so tired of life. It became almost empty and rife. The rain and sleet persisted. The bad weather insisted.
Now everyday I enjoy enlightenment. Running, walking, jumping in life. Oh what a delight all this is. Life is a joy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 740 Man And Woman
This man and this woman, With marital ties, Thought they could get away with anything.
They fought day and night, They fought to the ground, Till nothing was left of their ties.
Their marriage failed in great degree, And they still fought all day. Their marital vows in shambles.
One day their both realized, That their love was still there, Somewhere.
They began a new way, To hold their marriage together. They both seeked God's way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 741 Man Named Erik
A Man Named Erick
There was a man named Erick, Who worked with a man named Derrick. Erick's beautiful hair, Made Derrick dare, To be just like Erick.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 742 Manage
Manage
Manage, managed and manager, If all this is done with good intentions, Without causing imperfections, To the man.
He who manages people, Needs to be empathetic, Needs not to be sarcastic, And needs to be sympathetic.
And management needs to know, That creativity grows, When leaving the man alone, For a while.
Corporations, Businesses, Stores and homes, Are to be gently managed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 743 Management Style
Management Style
When she came home from office It was management style. All the members of her home Had to abide.
Her commands were stiff Her management so complete That she smothered and choked All her family members complete.
Her husband asked her why. All her children did sigh. One day they didn't reply. Her management style did not suit home.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 744 Managers Of The World
Managers of the World
My sweet faced innocents, Managers of the world. So tiny and fast moving, Changing this world forever.
We are lucky to have them with us, So happy, so lucky too. Managers of this world, Skip, jump and run.
They're managers of their playground, But I want them to manage this world, So confused, so baffled, so ignorant. But we just talk of grown people.
My sweet faced innocents, The children of this world. The happiness of this world Are the smiling, singing children.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 745 Managing Rules
Managing Rules
Oh my gosh These rules I say They would just Go away.
The rules had speech So it spoke to me. That without them There would be Sheer anarchy.
But the speaker insisted That there would be Sheer creativity Without rules you see.
So the rule maker And the rule taker Compromised And the original product made did rise.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 746 Mangoes And Donuts
Favoritism? Never me! But perhaps for a food shopping spree. With different colored fruits, Lay decked out for me.
Mangoes piled-up, Under ceiling lamps, Lit-up in bright mango colors.
Now I swoosh my cart by, Aisles of ketchup, mustard and mayo. All bottles standing on the shelves, Proud to be themselves.
To later be eaten by some customer.
Later custard donuts and jalepeno breads, Both looked at me and stood in their shelf. When I chose the custard donut, I tossed it in my cart.
I knew the grocery clerk would, Use his calculation scan screen, Then hand it to me as if that donut had been, Made for me.
I knew this shopping adventure was over. I pushed the dancing, rattling cart to my car. At home I put the groceries away. Another happy King's supermarket day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 747 Many Oranges
Orange
The orange of the sunset, And the orange of the orange. I like both oranges. They are both sweet.
The orange of the flower, And of sherbet. I like both oranges. They are pretty and tasty.
The orange comes after red. It comes before yellow. If you look up in the rainbow sky. You will see it up high.
I like orange you see. It is a color that suits me. It is a color of the flames. It has many, many names.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 748 Marry
Another Girl
Another girl was a fairy. I thought she was so merry. When I tried to catch her, She flew by fast past me, And said I could never her marry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 749 Masterminded
You masterminded my heart, So I would love you. It never occurred to you That love could not be forced.
I longed for another. It was not you But your masterminded my heart. That did not work.
You see the mind and heart Work differently. The heart has a beat That the mind cannot master.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 750 Matches
The way it burned, Till I couldn't take anymore. I took two of them, And made sparks everywhere.
I liked the sparks. I looked right through them. They encompassed my heart, Making heart shaped arcs.
I rubbed the matches on the ground, And soon my heart burned with fire. Oh love, allude me not, For I am not a liar.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 751 Me
I looked in the water, And saw no face, No reflection, None of my ways.
I continued the stare, Still none could compare, The lack of a siloutte in the water. The lack of anything there.
Could it be that that was me, There in the water of life? A non-existent entity, A non-existent life?
Then why was I, Different than my non-image, Which was different from me?
It was because my self-image was bad.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 752 Me Thinketh Thou Doth Talk Too Much
Why here comes the senator from our state, Bringing with him a sweet speech about reform. 'Let's end war, we want peace, we want trust.' 'We want what you the people want, and that's a must.'
Why here comes the president from our country, Bringing with him a sweet speech about honesty. 'We want trust, and that's a must. Let's end war, And have peace in store. Don't fight, and do what's right'
I hear too much talk, people talk About what is wrong and right, You people do things that are much, That me thinketh thou doth talk too much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 753 Melody Of The Rain
I heard the melody of the rain, falling slanted soft on my window pane. And all the world seemed to lose itself. Nothing mattered not even myself.
For the rain said, feel my beauty, and today, don't worry about rivalry or envy.
And I felt so calm for this is what I sought, Not to worry about how others did or how I did.
But then my pattering rain just flew out, And left me with puddles and dew drops all about. And the hot sun came out today, so my good feelings just flew away.
I will still wait for you, my pattering rain, and watch you dance on my window pane.
And see all my troubles just stream away, to watch another happy day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 754 Members Of A God Like World
Members of a God like World
If all of you were members of a God like world, Then His reassurance will cradle cradale your life. You needn't feel sad or sorrowful in this world if you imbibed God's holy world.
The intent is to love His him so. You love him dearly so. He loves you no matter what. This in His way He taught.
God's reassuring word's Were kind completely. God's love and courage were triumphantly. Imagine a world without God.
If you all were members of a Godlike world, Then His reassurance will cradle you in His love. You needn't feel sad or sorrowful If God's world you imbibed
.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 755 Men Of The World
I met a man from the North Pole, And then one from the South Pole. Still one from the Equator. And one from God knows where.
I kissed the one from the North Pole, Then I did from the South Pole. I liked the one from the Equator, And also the one from God knows where.
You see, they were all men, Not that different due to the meridian. Shockingly the same to me. The men of the world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 756 Merrily I Walked
Merrily I walked along the path, And whistled while I went. You see life had been merry with me. You see I danced along.
The sun's rays hit my eyelids happy. I was so content. I kicked up my foot in merriment. I sang a tune along the way.
Merrily I walked along the path, And whistled while I went. Along the path of flowers, My happiness I lent.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 757 Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Today on the sidewalk The cars rolled by Alongside the reindeer. That made me sigh.
The Christmas seen was replete With snow falling complete On the reindeer and the cars. That made me sigh.
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, The whole crowed shouted. Then Santa Claus walked down the street And every one was astounded.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 758 Message Not In A Bottle
The wind brought your message, To my window sill, As I picked up the leaf, With more messages still.
I gazed at it intricacies, I wondered what it was about. The leaf sang my praise instead, That I was pretty and smart no doubt.
Now how did that leaf, Endowed with so much knowledge, Have the courage, To sit on a stranger's window sill, And give out such a message.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 759 Met You
I once met you, in the middle of a forest. I pretended I didn't see you. Your garb so beautiful, your voice so sweet. It made your grace so complete.
You enjoyed hopping here and there. On the forest floor you danced. Around the tree trunk you pranced. Your mood was so merry.
I'm glad my dear bluebird, That I met you today. You brought me luck, beauty and happiness. And for all that, nobody could pay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 760 Milk
Milk
I thought milk was wonderful, To drink, And to think, About.
I saw milk in the sky, In the white of the clouds, In the sun white sky. I would a lot of milk buy.
I drank a lot of milk. It was as smooth as silk. I looked up in the nighttime sky, And there was the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 761 Milk White
Milk White
I thought milk was wonderful, To drink, And to think, About.
I saw milk in the sky, In the white of the clouds, In the sun white sky. I would a lot of milk buy.
I drank a lot of milk. It was as smooth as silk. I looked up in the nighttime sky, And there was the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 762 Milkshake
I bought the milkshake at the drive-in, And drank it on the spot. The straw made a slurp sound, Around and about.
I bought still another one, I wanted more of it. I almost placed it on my lap, And then almost spilled it.
I bought a third one on the way. I loved the chocolate in it. I've always loved chocolate shakes, And the sweet milk in it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 763 Mind Pollution
Mind Pollution
She walked in steam. He walked in fog. They met somewhere there, Where fog met steam.
Their minds and hearts, Were polluted, And they brought each other, Their own pollution.
They cheated on each other. Oh mind pollution. They lied to each other. Oh mind pollution.
I wondered and wondered, When they would give up their game. Instead they continued the game of, Mind pollution.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 764 Minute Things
Minute Things
What mattered to me God bless you see Were the small things people said. I wondered why they mattered to me.
If people didn't say hi It only meant good-bye For I was insulted By those words that were blunted.
I grew up though And saw my own ways. I also made huge mistakes In the way I handled words to others.
I then believed That minute things didn't matter. My mind cleared up you see. For those words spoken never mattered to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 765 Mirror, Who Am I
<She went to this place, and there stood three mirrors, And all three were of the same large silvery size. So then Tara looked into the first mirror, And looked and asked, What do I look like to people, What do I look like I am? And the first mirror reflected saying You're fat with lumps on your nose, With a fat face not even like a rose. And Tara, tunring red smashed the first mirror with her boot.
Now she moved in a rage like a lion in a trap. Now knowing what next to do. But there was something. So then Tara looked into the second mirror, And looked and asked, What do I look like to people, What do I look like I am? And the second mirror reflected, saying You're bony like a toothpick, With no beauty like a dried-up twig. And Tara turning red smashed the second mirrrow with her boot.
Not knowing what to do but running around wild, She knew her last chance, awaited her now. So then Tara looked into the third mirror, And looked and asked, What do I look like to people, What do I look like I am? And the third mirror reflected saysing You're pretty and look like a flower in spring, So delicate and fragrant and blossoming. And Tara turning red smashed the third mirror With a kick, screaming 'Liar, Liar, Liar.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 766 Mist
The misty morning, Gave me no warning, As I couldn't see through it.
This misty morning, Lead me through more mist, As I walked through it, Not looking at anything much.
The mist led me to think mysterious, Perhaps something scary, Something so serious, Maybe yet something romantic.
In the white and wet mist. In the white and wet mist.
I sometimes conjectured, Whether the mist and I were friends.
It seemed we walked hand in hand, I was happy, As long as the mist was at hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 767 Mmorning Sun
Morning came and the sun-up was dazzling. The rays caught on my eye lashes. I went to visit this sun. I asked him why he was so fun.
He told me because everyone enjoyed him, That his very presence was imbibed him. At last the million children came out to play, On this sunny, sunny, sunny day.
He told me, crops grew in his presence. He told him painters painted him, So orange and thick and flourescent. The sun said he loved the sun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 768 Modern Buildings
Modern Buildings
Climbing high on the Empire State Building, With New York City below. I knew then that modern buildings, Were meant to stand and stay that way.
Sitting on the thirtieth floor, In an office of a modern building, With New York City down below, I knew these buildings were special.
They were built the New York way.
These special buildings, With their special height, Made me fill with amazement, And delight.
These buildings were built the New York way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 769 Money
Money
I had it. I didn't have it. It comes And goes.
I mean, I should save it. I know I must behave with it. But I spend, knowing not why. I spend it on the sly.
I get so much of it. It's good to save it. It's fine to have it But not know why.
Money comes and money goes. But it's best To save it Because you couldn't go without it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 770 Moonlight
Moonlight, moonlight, I see your circle shape tonight. I see your luminescence bright.
Yesterday, I wanted to hold you, So badly that I, Placed a large pot of water, Your reflection was like a quarter,
So you were within my reach.
I touched you with my wet hand. I had gotten hold of you. Oh, shiny big moon. You're mine so soon.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 771 Morning
The morning that meant the most to me, Was imbued with crashes of thunder, And clashes tearing into my spirit. And my spirits were always high? !
But this morning left a wake Around my soul, This morning, this morning Please at least tell me The meaning of today's dawn.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 772 Morning Came
Morning came and I was interested in you. I cried and cried, till my face turned blue. Why did you not pay me attention last night. I didn't think it was right.
To ignore me and that's the way it was. This kind of emotion must give me pause. I did everything to get you through. Yet you didn't care. You never knew.
Morning came and I am with another.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 773 Morning Is Broken
My colors haven't intermingled, Just as yet because dawn hasn't Accepted the paintbrush and canvas of God.
And God doesn't care if coffee was drunk Before the mortal began his artwork, The mix of colors from his palette, Though eye-catching could not make sense of the palette and brush, and so could not, Quite catch-up with nature's details.
But this artist felt hints being dropped, From above and below him. His paintbrush swirled into subtle Colors no one recognized.
The artist leaned back and did not even try to attempt to decipher his creation.
What he couldn't accomplish, He just enjoyed.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 774 Motivated Man
He made cars and turbines, Motivated man, He made trains and bikes. He had to for his ambition's sake.
Motivated man made ships and submarines, And skyscrapers and jets. He made airplanes and ambulances. He had to for ambition's sake.
We for the mortal advantage, Of what we now don't know, Seek speed and acceleration, And fastrack on lines.
How was it in the days past? Did slowness register for anything? Now fast driving cars on freeways, Are bumper to bumper on these freeways.
We made cars for our ambition's sake.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 775 Mud
I used to splish splash, In you and played, With your muddy shape.
I used to splish splash, In you and Make mud castles out of you.
For with your muddiness, It brought my, Childhood's happiness.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 776 Mushroom Cloud
An unimaginable, An unthinkable, Explosive of the sky. Could mankind such a thing, Even try?
The most stark white color, Center of the scalding solar, Did populations end, When the mushroom cloud was sent?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 777 Music
I felt the music of the universe, Waving through the air. But I could not see it, Not even with a stare.
I wanted to see that music, Of that air, But no matter what, It wasn't there.
Then one day, I saw a note, Fallen onto the ground. That was my first float, Of many notes of the air.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 778 Music On Air
Intermingled notes ride on air. Notes high and low share, Notes from a bird song, Seem to waft through.
The brown and green of my garden. Even notes from a radio play Now low, now high, Like a musical sigh.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 779 Musical
Musical world, Dancing in the sun. Dancing and singing, To musically run.
I love you this world, I love you so. Your music, Sends it's notes aglow.
Teach me musical one, Who sings in the sun. Oh, I love your musical world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 780 Musical Note
A musical note flew to my ear, Then landed on the ground. And soon a breezy, warm breeze, Blew gently all around.
A twitter from a bluebird came, Resounding through the trees. It joined the note of music, Blowing lightly on that breeze.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 781 Mutual
Remember I Manage You
Remember I manage you But you manage me too. With our mutual management We keep each other in line.
Keeping each other in line Is not better than keeping yourself in line. So we mind ourselves and our love grows.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 782 My Key
I dropped the key a long time ago. Where I dropped it, I do not know. The key it seems may have dropped itself. It was that key, the key to myself.
Without it I could not myself understand. Where I stood or where I stand. The turning movement is what I couldn't do. The clicking open of my own heart wouldn't happen.
I looked all over all kinds of terrain, I looked night and day, I sought that key in bright sun and stormy rain. I thought I found that key in sound.
It didn't matter where it was found. My heart beat rapidly then slow, For that key would make love grow. And so I finally found it lying.
In my heart that now was flying.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 783 My Sidewalk
I traipsed along a sidewalk, Amongst red, yellow and green. It controlled my stopping, My standing, my walking. It controlled everything I had seen.
For the car's dictum was Mine too. It was in red, yellow and green, But not blue.
I hopped along that sidewalk, T'was love instantly, For it let me stay, Being a child everlastingly.
I almost tripped along, This sidewalk! Then I switched directions. I lived this sidewalk in all dimensions.
This sidewalk became mine, As I walked on it's line, And we became friends forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 784 My Beautiful Daughter
Daughter
Daughter, daughter, daughter do Because I love you, I love you, I love you. You're my angel and it's obvious That you make me happy in all ways.
You are a worker, not a trouble maker. You're not a taker But a giver. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are my daughter do.
You're the light of my light. You're everything right. You're the sun and it's rays. You're gorgeous in all different ways.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 785 My Bird, My Parrot
He was green, He wasn't mean. He liked to flutter his wings. He liked food and things.
He was my doll you see. His squaking helped me see, That there is not much bad in the world. This is my parrot.
His amazing green, Would mean, The trouble I've seen, Doesn't exist.
My parrot, my parrot, Why do I entrap you? You live in a cage, Of my own making.
Parrot! Now fly away!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 786 My Black Flowers
My black flower bouquet, Was hidden from all who may have wanted to see. For these special flowers were meant for me. Their different petals I did save.
For another day, for a spring time day.
They sat on my dusted table, Then they were arranged on a glass table. After that they sat on the back porch. But try as I may, I was connected to these black flowers.
I found them long ago, On a trip that my friends didn't know, Where these flowers caught my eye, As representing all the colors of the rainbow.
And that is what made them different.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 787 My Books
My Books
These books were made for reading And that's what I did. The world's tales were in it, Like a guiding candle that's lit.
The map of the world imprinted on my mind. The knowledge of it I could here find. The beauty of the words, Were enwrapped in this book.
This book was made for reading And that is what I did. In turn I got much knowledge, Like a guiding candle that's lit.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 788 My Clouds
Those clouds I knew, They knew me too, For once I flew a kite, Of the greatest height. And the clouds laughed And giggled, As the kite string tickled, Them on their sunny edges. Those clouds I knew, They knew me too, For once I flew a plane, Of the greatest height. On the clouds so bright and bright, Because the plane went through them Those clouds I knew, They knew me too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 789 My Coffee
So hot, so swirly, So creamy. I sipped it with my warm breath. The coffee was delicious and sweet.
I read many newspapers over it. I read books too. The coffee in my cup, Talked to me too.
It seemed this magic cup, Held the message dear That my coffee in my coffee cup Held the meaning of my life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 790 My Cup Of Tea
My cup of tea was cozy, Steamy and hot. I liked it on rainy days. I drank it at night.
This cup of tea, Spoke to me, Of comforts everywhere, I went.
My cup of tea was cozy. Steamy and foggy. I sipped it at tables, And I sipped it in my chair.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 791 My Depression
My Depression
The palm trees stopped swaying, And the surf stopped whispering. The rain stopped pouring down. The train swept by without a sound.
The flowers stopped leaning. The sun stopped gleaming. The computer stopped turning on. The smile fell down to a frown.
My heart's fluttering beat, Couldn't find a place to meet. My soul could not shout, What it's message was all about.
The flow of the river, Slowed down in it's river bed. My head was filled with sorrow. My depression would not lift.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 792 My Dog!
My Dog!
You look so cute when you eat from the dish. And when you drink you make sounds swish, swish, swish. Your loyalty is so soothing. Your barking so relaxing.
Dear dog, I love you so. Dear dog, I really need you so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 793 My Fiend
My Friend
You ran away and out of the grasp of my grip. I know there isn't such as love's grasp. My heart is broken into a thousand pieces, I'm lifting them pieces by piece.
I hurts when I pick them up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 794 My Friend
Cascades of crystal water, You remind me of. And glints of sun, And shimmering water.
You're my friend, And I love you. You're forever in my heart. Thank-you for that love you gave from the start.
Billowing cloud movements, And sandy, watery shores. You remind me of, And seagulls flying above.
You are my friend today, You were my friend yesterday. You will be my friend tomorrow, And for always.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 795 My Girl
Daughter
It occurred to me When you were so little That your bright eyes and smile Made my love for you growing mile by mile.
It occurred to me When you were a bit older That your mischief making Was so natural for you.
When you became a teenager You sought out boyfriends. My task as a mother grew When I looked at your face so true.
You are a beautiful woman now. You are kind and gracious how. It makes me think I had good luck In being your mother.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 796 My Hair Just Hung Like That
My beautiful hair just hung like that. It mattered that others' looked neater. But I was like the rockband people, Who realized where genius lay.
It lay in dishevelement of hair for sure. The unrulier the more evolved the musician. His synergistic flow from his hair to his guitar.
Flow of music, Flow of hair, It's musical relationship Of orderly then disorderly harmony.
Guns n Roses and Linkin Park. Their non-hairstyle created syncopated notes. For whatever their musical stories told, There was no reason to straighten their hair out.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 797 My Happy Parrot
He was green, He wasn't mean. He liked to flutter his wings. He liked food and things.
He was my doll you see. His squaking helped me see, That there is not much bad in the world. This is my parrot.
His amazing green, Would mean, The trouble I've seen, Doesn't exist.
My parrot, my parrot, Why do I entrap you? You live in a cage, Of my own making.
Parrot! Now fly away!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 798 My Heart
My heart did not shatter, When you slapped my face, So hard the skin turned red.
My feelings didn't fall apart, When you used your fist, On my face. You hit me hard.
You bullied me till I almost cried, But didn't. You tried to batter me, But couldn't.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 799 My Heart Was Broken
My Heart was Broken by You
Yes I blamed it ALL on you. So that was what all wrong. Because that wasn't the way went. I blamed it ALL on me.
Let's get together now By not blaming each other!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 800 My Labor
Fruit
The fruits of my labor Became ripe to me. No matter how slow or hard I could be.
I experienced the labor To be hard and slow. But I never knew when it would show. But the fruits of my labor did show.
I was lazy then Then when I could I was lazy then when I would. Tue fruits of my labor showed it.
I designed a brand new plan. I would never be lazy as I can. I would always work hard As my fruits of my labor would show.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 801 My Laughter
My laughter resounded through the trees, Then bent around the stream. This laughter had turned to tears, When disturbed by a bad dream.
My laughter scanned the blue above, Then arced all around. This laughter flew through the blue, Then landed on the ground.
If it weren't for my laughter, Where would I be? I'm now in a pretty position, you see, With so much laughter around and around me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 802 My Little One
My cute one, my darling, Your fingers are so tender. Your breath is so fragile. Your toes are to be counted one, two, three.
My little one, you fell from Heaven. You cry so cutely. You try to walk but fall down. Then you smile not cry.
My little one, my darling, I love you so much. I want to hold you forever, And ever and ever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 803 My Oh My Baby Aren'T You Cute
My oh my, Baby aren't you cute, Showing tender tiny fingers, Showing tender tiny toes?
I want to hold you, And never let you go, In the heart of my hearts, And never let you part.
My oh my, Baby aren't you cute, Showing dazzling eyes, So bright, so innocent.
Baby, I rock you gently in my arms, Till your baby eyes shut so gently, Under the soft baby hair, With fists shut over your shoulders?
My oh my, Baby aren't you cute?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 804 My Oh My!
My oh my! Did it scream so loud. It screamed almost as if it was proud.
It's voice so innocent, Baby emanating a flowery scent. It's hair on it's head, So scanty and red.
It was the most precious, Innocent, not malicious, Thing in this world.
This was a baby, The flower of the universe. The beauty of this verse.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 805 My Parrot
He was green, He wasn't mean. He liked to flutter his wings. He liked food and things.
He was my doll you see. His squaking helped me see, That there is not much bad in the world. This is my parrot.
His amazing green, Would mean, The trouble I've seen, Doesn't exist.
My parrot, my parrot, Why do I entrap you? You live in a cage, Of my own making.
Parrot! Now fly away!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 806 My Pen Ran Away With Mmm-Yyy Stories
My pen had a story already fixed in it. It held my hand, instead of mine holding it. I asked the pen why that was necessary. Why it had to run-write with my own words.
But this pen kept writing my story, At rocket speed on white paper, The sublime story of my life, That I myself wanted to write.
This pen accelerated instead, writing details of my life down. Now I snatched this pen into my hand, And yanked it off the paper. I asked myself why this pen wrote faster than myself, About myself.
Maybe being a pen it had a right, To help my inspiration but I proceeded to disciplined it. Till he detached from and finally fell of the paper.
Since we couldn't agree on who wrote faster and better, Our corroboration went a whole lot smoother.
For the first time ever, I gave my Muse The responsibility to bring my pen and I to agreement. The Muse was inspired more of such double collaboration. So both pen and I wrote at the same speed, On one story a piece.
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And with this collaboration A hundred stories did arise, We both wrote about many things, something and nothing.
Each reader reading about themself, My pen and I rejoiced. Next time I would be writing faster than the pen. Who wrote faster wouldn't matter.
The message regarding their life would be the same, Written by whoever's names or name. Because the pen and I were read by millions. So the next story my pen and I will send to trillions, Each of them will read a story about themselves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 808 My Poem Didn't Matter
My poem didn't matter to you. It seemed you did not care. My life turned not poem. Yet you didn't recognize that.
My poem was me And I thought for a moment You cared. But you just walked away without a stare.
I also walked away. Finally my poem of you Didn't matter. You are you and so it doesn't matter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 809 My Pretty Baby
Pretty baby, you're my child. You were ever since I laid my eyes on you. You laid your baby eyes on me too.
Pretty baby, you bike so right. You keep the handle bars in your hand tight. And you never fall.
Pretty baby, you're all grown up. You can pour fancy tea from a fancy cup. And you don't spill a drop.
Pretty baby, you'll always be mine. I love you forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 810 My Soft Heart
Why do you taunt me so, When you don't know, What's in the middle, Of my heart?
Your cruelty and coldness, Show me you don't care, Except to break me, In two or more.
Why do you taunt me so, When you know I'm breakable. Your actions, Are unspeakable.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 811 My Sweet Child
My Sweet Child
How is it that your face is so fragile? How is it that your hands are so tender? How do you walk so simply? And how do you sleep so deeply?
You are my child, My sweet child. I cradled you in my arms. I walked beside you when you walked.
I wonder how it is to be so pure, In spite of the world's allure. Your purity strikes me as rare. The world should for this prepare.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 812 My Toy
I once had a toy, That I would play with, All day and all night. It seemed happy that I did.
This toy had a persona, Of it's own, And a passion, That grew and grew.
My toy, this toy, Was my pen you see. I could travel anywhere with it, With glee.
I a writer with it went, With the talent this toy lent.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 813 My Toy Ferris Wheel Was Lost
My Toy Ferris Wheel Was Lost
Today I cried a flood. No one found my lost toy. My little ferris wheel Was an incredible joy.
I stopped all play. This lasted all day. This ferris wheel never did show. And this taunted me so.
But the next day was so different. I had just lost it in my yard. It was turning around on it's own! And oh what a joy this was.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 814 My Water Fountain
I drank glasses of water, I drank water from office coolers. Many people drank from water fountains.
I thought my thirst I could slake, If I drank water from a cool lake. Then I would would drink cold water, From gushing waterfalls.
But much to my surprise, I thirsted for all of Earth's water.
I couldn't fathom my inner self, About slaking my thirst insatiable. I couldn't come to grips about, The deep waters of my life.
Was it my body? Or was it my soul? Then I very quickly learned, That this thirst for water that was burning in me, Was my unending thirst for love
That everybody yearns for. And everybody needs. In quantities of glasses, coolers, waterfalls, Lakes, oceans and seas.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 815 My Wings Won'T Fly
My wings flew fast yesterday. But today they won't flutter or fly. The regimented structure, Makes me loudly cry, And deeply sigh.
The spirit requires the freedom, To express it's borderless form. The situation requires, Staying expressly with the norm.
The anti-establishmentarianism, Forces itself to be heard, In business buildings, In government buildings, In the inside buildings of our minds.
So my wings lost it's flutter, I'm just not allowed to fly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 816 My World Is A Cage
My World is a Cage
My world is a cage, And I think I could fly away. I want to fly to another land. I want to be elsewhere.
These shackles wear me out, And I need to leave the cage. It creates a rage, In me.
But one fine day, A man's hand unlocked the door, Of my cage, And I flew to heights unknown.
You see, The bird in me, Freed the man in me, And I could do anything I wanted.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 817 Natural
I Realized in Time
I realized in time, What this was all about. My eager eyes sought beauty, Of the mountains and the water.
I wanted all of nature, To surround me forever. I walked through, jumped through, And ran through the forests.
I wanted to own nature, But something in me said. I cannot God's creation get, And so I just kept smiling and admiring.
I climbed the mountains majestic. I knew they were sublime. I climbed one or two, Slowly and in time.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 818 Nature And Glasses
Glasses
When he wore rose colored glasses, Everything was fine But something alluded him Something he couldn't find.
He tried on white colored glasses And all seemed invisible And something alluded him Something he couldn't find.
He took off all his glasses And nature to see. All nature things Were indeed be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 819 Need
With large eyes and holding a pan, He begged for food and drink. The rest of us didn't understand, His predicament or need.
I looked down at him, He sitting in a cloud of dust. I offered him a story, But he needed food, he must.
He looked at another boy, His eyes to death did span. He walked back and forth with a pan. Yet no one really did understand.
The reality was grim. There were too many of them. The beggar boys in dust. They had to eat. They must.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 820 Negotiate
Negotiate
We tried to negotiate But of no avail. We tried to get common ground. It didn't work.
Some how we tried Working together But it was hard. Still we tried.
I finally realized What we were all about. Our egos intermeshed So we wanted to fight.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 821 Neurons Firing Inside My Brain
Neurons Firing Inside My Brain
I took a walk inside my brain Actually I was reading a book. What I found so much knowledge. My brain never stopper firing.
What my expanse of firing Told me what to do. From now on I will be enriched by these neurons.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 822 Neurons Firing Inside My Braine
Neurons Firing Inside My Brain
I took a walk inside my brain Actually I was reading a book. What I found so much knowledge. My brain never stopper firing.
What my expanse of firing Told me what to do. From now on I will be enriched by these neurons.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 823 Never Ending
The Never Ending Poem
It was this The never ending poem Without en end it was Gracious in it's presentation Of what the subject was And oh it was wise And silly to A never ending poem That ran through and through I ran as fast as a winding train First to the left Then to the right Then straight ahead The to the left It never ended Nowhere it went Then zig zagging poem Like a never ending Poem like a train.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 824 New Poem
New Poem
I never looked out in the distance To find an original theme. I had already looked at life And I saw it's universality.
The roots of my dreams Seemed like they belonged In the realm of my life And others' too.
There was no need to find a poem. The world and universe were a million poems. I dreamt poems, I ate poems and I walked poems too. Poems were a life so incredible so.
I never found a place Where dreams were not present. It amounted to this. Poems were the power.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 825 New Song
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter what tunes he played, It was a new song.
This bird twittered loudly, And his song was shrill. This bird sang softly, And his song then got still.
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter which tunes he played, A brand new song here laid.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 826 Newness
The newness of your smile, Dazzled her. Her face showed the newness, You had reflected upon her.
The newness of your smile, Made the sunshine bloom, In so much brightness, In time so soon.
The newness of your smile, Turned the pages of a book. The pages never any effort took. They turned by themselves, Under the newness of your smile.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 827 Newspaper
Bold words and bold deeds, Get printed in the paper. What other kind of writing, Would deserve a newspaper?
Stories short and stories long, Stories meant for the weak and the strong, To be able to read and ingest, These stories told me of so much.
Newspaper writing done by journalists, Running after their story, Thinking their's the best, Taking all the glory.
Newspaper headlines, The greatest of the read, For the person in information need.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 828 Night
Night
I couldn't see right, Cause I didn't have any sight. It was so absolutely dark. There was no sound, not even the song of a lark.
My heart stopped fluttering. Things stopped singing. People stopped colluding. The sky a dark canopy closing in.
Oh the fright of that night. I couldn't imagine, This could be. I was lost in life.
Then came a sliver of light, That slightly lifted the night. Now I felt ease not fright. It was now sunlight not night.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 829 Nightime Jasmine Flowers
The nighttime of the scented, Jasmine flowers, Sweetened the stars around them. The grandiose plan of the universe.
The roses of the prosperous garden, With their special perfume, Made Earth a gorgeous place to live. A plan for the Earth.
I thought in garlands of thoughts, Garlands with all different scents, To let me smell all beauteous petals, Of the universe's kinds.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 830 No Said The Rainforest
The rainforest's green, It's lion's growly roar, And it's screeching parrots. It drank some acid rain today.
The rainforest' green today, Tattered and torn. Acid rain wore out this forest. It's canopy terrifically worn.
The environmentalists frowned. People all around cried in loud sounds. But the green universal protest, Made no difference.
It saved no canopy. It didn't save the lion, And the parrot screeched louder.
Even though the green forest said no.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 831 No Submission
My children laughed and twirled around. Placing their hands on their mouth without a sound. They played like this so merrily. Their hearts beating so happily.
I chose it to be, they would never submit, To me or anyone for that. I chose that they would only play, And play joyously till their heart beat wild.
My children, your innocence amazes me, For that reason, there will no submission be. You're capable of listening to me when I tell, If you did something wrong or something well.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 832 Not Anymore
That Man
That man He was one of a kind Sometimes horrific Many times kind.
His adventurous spirit Got the best of me. My spirited self Brought the best in him.
But alas The other part I did not acknowledge. The other part I experienced the worst in him.
The violence of his mind It was one of a kind. I could no longer stay In this environment one more day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 833 Not Knowing Why
Ran
She started running through The grass Not knowing why. Not asking why.
She just ran and ran As if to say something was chasing her. She herself didn't need any reason to run. And opposite side of her, came a runner you see.
This runner just ran and ran too. They ran past each other. They never knew they were made For each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 834 Note
A note was given to me quickly, And secretly. I did not open it, I did not wish to divulge it.
A second note was given to me in a haste. It was given to me at a racing pace. I did not open it. I did not wish to divulge it.
A third note was handed to me, For this note giver, I felt sorry, For his begging and apprehension, Over my non-acceptance.
A fourth note I gave him quick. I knew I made a mistake. I did want to read his notes. I just thought he was someone stupid.
I opened note number one, Two, Then three. They were all just white. They were blank in the light.
He laughed and said, I'll send you a note.
As I held the three notes, Waiting for the fourth note,
I noted the joke was on me.
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Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 836 Notes
I Played
I played to the stars, Then to the moon. My guitar reflected off the streams. I even played in my dreams.
When I played to nature, It seemed like Heaven. I suspected that Nature loved my music.
I always played my guitar, To the birds that flew. Into the sky they went. To them I music lent.
I and my guitar, Will always play. We will play away. We will play away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 837 Nothing Happy About This World
Nothing Happy About this World
There is nothing happy in this world. It changes but it doesn't. Your advances towards me Get me more upset.
I love your glances And the love you exude But at last you do nothing Nothing at all.
You whisk by me while looking. You thank me for doing nothing. You flirt and flirt. But your flashes you make me hurt.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 838 Numbers
Numbers
The numbers went up And the numbers went down And so the history of his life Being enumerated.
Before he had no conscience And the numbers went down Creating a description Of his life.
The numbers went up again And his love for all Inundated his life And the beauty surrounding him.
He decided to keep His numbers up So he could so finely Reach the number called eternity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 839 Off The Tree
The apple dropped, On my apple pie. I jumped and wondered why.
This apple liked to be, A part of it's own kind, And not hanging from a tree.
A person joined, One of it's own kind. That was good, But up to a point.
He also mixed and mingled, With all others, So he was the apple of my eye, He became my brother.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 840 Oh Garden
Oh Garden
Oh garden of mine Where did you go? I saw you yesterday Clear but unknown.
Garden of mine I knew you well. Yesteryear where I would dwell. I knew you so well.
But alas, I knew That yesterday was not new. It was not for me to dwell in. Today was the special day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 841 Oh Bananas
Oh peel, oh you, How dare you, Make me slip and slide, And scare my mind.
Oh banana peel, You made the car slip and slide! How could you, You accident causer.
But now the banana peel spoke back to me. But YOU are the one who devours the banana, And throws me into the traffic, And in front of a walker.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 842 Oh Boy
Oh Boy
You screamed so much today You needed to do your homework. I needed to tell you How it needed to be done.
How wonderful your homework is done so well. But you just done want to do it. Oh I need to tell you to do it. Then you do it and get it done right.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 843 Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas tree, could it be You smiled at me Right now? If you did it would matter to me how.
Oh Christmas tree, I know you Because I decorated you it's true. I placed gold balls And snow lace on you.
You suddenly turned around and said. How great it was to be treated this way. The ribbons and candy canes All stood out to play.
Oh Christmas tree, could it be You smiled at me? Yes, said the Christmas tree, Because you decorated me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 844 Oh Delightful
Oh Delightful
Oh delightful your wisdom is to hear you talk. A thousand words you speak to me even after I've grown up. Waves upon waves come to me when I've learned you teach me. The way to life is to practice those precious words.
I walk along the roads you've pointed out to me, And added mine with yours. Well thank you mother and fathers For showing me the way to go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 845 Oh Hi Dark Light
Oh Hi Dark Light
Oh hi dark light. I can't see you. But I pursuit you, When knowing where to go.
Both dark and light, Need each other To define each other.
Oh dark light, I need you sometimes.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 846 Oh Jacaranda
Oh Jacaranda
Oh Jacaranda, you surprise my eyes With purple beauty such a surprise. You are my sidewalk carpet that lies, Rolled out in a stretch, I could never sketch.
Oh Jacaranda, your tree does know How purple it's purple flowers grow. My mind never did struggle you see To watch Jacarandas leaning towards me.
The entire tree with the Jacaranda full. I want to see many more on the ground With beauty on the trees And sidewalk abound.
Oh Jacaranda, you attack my eyes With your purple I never despise. I walk on your purple carpet to both see The sidewalk covered with Jacaranda from the flowery tree.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 847 Oh My God The Giraffe
Oh My God the Giraffe
Once this girl named Rebacca, A smily, laughing girl from America, Decided to go with her best friend Chris, To the plains of Africa you know. What a bliss.
Chris ran after the animals so fast. He caught a small one at last. Rebecca too played with them, While frolicking with them.
All of a sudden a giraffe, Came to sight, And moved with his legs, With terrible might.
Rebecca got licked you see, While she said, 'allergy, allergy.' While she screamed so very loud, Chris ran around and about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 848 Oh My Lovely Girl And Boy
Oh My Lovely Girl and Boy
You two make such a sweet pair. You run and skip and around on the grass over there. Your screaming and fun filled dancing Couldn't keep the people around them laugh.
Your smiles and more smiles Were contagious To all there On there on the playground.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 849 Oh The Rose
Oh the rose, you grow in space, In vast and black space. Your red color and the black of space, Confound me. How can this be?
Oh the rose, you grow in mud, In vast patches of mud. Your red color and the brown on mde. You confound me. How can this be?
Oh the rose, you float on the sea. In the blue white vastness of the sea. Your red against the blue. It confounds me. How can this be?
The red rose bloomed even more, As if swelling with vast thought. The rose said, whatever you want, To be, you can be.
Where ever you want to go, You can go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 850 Oh The Scent Of A Rose
Oh the Scent of a Rose
Oh the scent of a rose Sent me up to heaven. It kept my senses And it kept filling my nose.
Oh the scent of a rose Made the entire world pretty. It sent all people Into a tizzy.
This scent of scents Brought flower's scents down. I couldn't smell anything around. I kept smelling the rose.
This scent of scents Made my day go so pretty. I was alive And the world so beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 851 Oh Water
I felt the placid water, In the palm of my hand. It made me want to drink it, But the beauty at hand, Made me want to look at it.
I felt the raindrops dropping, On my hand. I wanted to dry them but The beauty at hand made me just watch them.
I felt the gush of water, On a stormy and rainy day. I didn't stop the gush, I let it play, On the wet sidewalk.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 852 Oh Well
Oh Well
Your treatment of me Has much to be said about. You needn't shout For the crowd to hear aloud.
I discovered your temperament Was ugly But I realized it Too late.
Oh well I can see alas That this relationship Cannot last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 853 Oh What A Joke
Oh What a Joke
Oh what a joke that you like me And we like each other. We never fight or quarrel too. But then why do we want to go our own separate.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 854 Okay Test Run
A New Hope
Scanning the bright sky above, My heart received a new hope. I had been holding dark emotions That now had an outlet.
Everyday I now Looked at life brightly. You were in it Everyday.
Scanning the bright sky above. My heart received a new hope And the new hope were You and me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 855 Old Age And The Coffee House
The day I met you, Though you were eighty-two, It didn't seem to strike me, That you were 'old.'
Then you took me to that new coffee shop, And ordered a Caffe Latte so hot, Our coffees' energies leaped into friendship, Of a kind that began from the Great Depression, To this global economy's predilection.
But never mind about how this all seemed, Our friendship bloomed like in a daydream. From a combination of youthful impatience, And old age's infinite wisdom and patience.
With our coffee cups half full, We discussed politics and such. We talked and looked at each other so much,
Then in the nano-wink of your eye, I thought you would take me out again. But you bid me instead, 'thank-you and goodbye.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 856 O-Mmmmmmmmm The Primordial Sound Of The Universe
I walked on a cloud numbered nine today, And swam against a curving wave. I smelled a flower not yet named. I wrote a book not yet read.
The world is my adventure. This world revolves around ME. And I around it. The universe postures itself in it's infinity. I have no regrets today.
I have most dreams dreamt today. I never did say, 'someday.' I never did say, 'one day.'
The structure of my life, Connects me to everything and everyone. We are all connected as one. I've visited parts of this universe, And I am one with this universe.
Only once in my cosmic journey way back in time, I heard a sound frequency OM. I wish you all O-MMMMMMMMM.
I wish you the primordial sound of The universe' birthday. A sound that keeps me so safe, When I utter it with closed eyes.
O-MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 857 On The Edge
The car tire balanced, On the edge of a cliff. I don't know if, I could do that.
The bus balanced, On the rim of a mountain. I think I might be able to do that. Yes, I might.
The train hung over the train tracks, Off the edge of it's rails. I wanted to do that. I could do that.
I balanced life as best I could. Sometimes I lived on it's edge. I did that. I could do that.
And it was fun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 858 On The Wings Of Your Soul
On the wings of your soul, Moving in slow motion, The sounds of life resounded, The heart heartfelt pounded.
I wish I could tell you, Oh show you, how much I love you. Oh the wings of our soul, Moved in slow motion.
I want to tell you now, That I love you so much, From the wings, Of my soul.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 859 Once I Asked A Rose
Once I Asked a Rose
Once I asked a rose, How it felt to be so beautiful, And still have thorns.
The rose answered, Since I have thorns, People won't pluck me.
I answered that people, Will still pluck you. It answered they might but with great difficulty.
I asked the rose, Do you like that? It said I like it because I'm too wanted.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 860 Once I Saw A Flower
Once I Saw a Flower
Once I saw a flower. It's center seemed so soft. It's tender look, It's smooth touch.
Once I saw a flower, It's petal was so fragile. It's color was a part of a rainbow. It's color was soft and compliant.
Once I saw a flower, And it's desire was not for me to pluck it. And so I never did. It's happiness was my happiness.
The flower and I lived in colorful happiness.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 861 Once Upon A Long Time
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, there was a girl Who liked everything and everyone. This girl didn't know the world. She saw no evil in it.
It occurred to her that there was perfection. In her eyes there was no superstition. This girl thought she herself was perfect too.
One day her mirror asked Are you perfect. She said yes I am. The mirror said look twice.
For the first time The girl saw an imperfect girl. She knew at that moment That nothing in life was perfect.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 862 Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time, In an enchanted tree-filled garden, Lived an elf. Whose heart over-flowed with love.
This garden was inhabited with elves, Of a kind nobody ever saw. Their path of flight, Was heavenly.
This magical garden was one of a time, As this elf was too.
This elf's name was Dinyar
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 863 One
The Wall
You present yourself as a wall to me. Your nature is too hard. I want soft hearted people around. But you have changed. My own nature needed fixing too! The two walls melted into one perfect one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 864 One Day
One day I knew, That creation had a reason, To be there, Though my thoughts were, Scattered and few.
It seemed creation, Knew what it was like. It knew what we were like, It was beautiful.
The evening birds, In a V configuration, Told me it was beautiful, Flying over the soft landscape.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 865 One Shut Then One Opened
The boys in the house, Made a ruckuss, Even for the poor mouse. One boy shut his door, And the next one opened it.
And so it went, All through the house, Where shut and open, Became the trend.
But nobody knew what that meant.
Later on in life, These boys received opportunities, Then later receiver none. So they learned that life would be, Full of one door shutting, Just for another opening.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 866 One, Two, Three, Four
One, two, three, four. What am I standing here for? Why am I the way I am? Why can't I do what I can?
One, two, three, four. I can't even grow two roses for, The beauty of them, For the richness of them.
One, two, three, four. Why am I standing here this way? Why can't I learn that way? Why don't I know the meaning of this?
One, two, three, four. I know myself once more. I can teach myself again. I am strong again.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 867 Open That Door Of Sunshine
Open that door of sunshine, And my heart will be filled with loveshine. It'll be bright and it'll glow. Open that door of sunshine.
If you shut that door of light. Life will turn out a fright. It'll always be a long night. Nothing will be or stay right.
Open that door of your love. Shower it from above. It will mean you and me, Always in sunshiny harmony.
Open that door of sunshine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 868 Opened My Door
I opened the door, And took a sneak peak At this morning's world What it would bring me.
So I shut the door now, Walking around in my house, To challenge my room with an inquiry, About the state of this world in front of me.
I opened my door wide again, Watching the sun in it's entry way. A magic struck start of another day, Flavoring my moment with the sun's ray.
Which caused me to write lyrics to my song. A bird kept flying around me, Reading my happy musical notes, Chirping them into a birdsong.
My writer's hand kept writing lyrics, My composer's heart kept writing notes. My chirpy, airy Muse of the day, That bird and my Muse,
Had nothing left to lose, It became our song, So we then created a World Song.
As I opened the door to my living room, I lay down on my sofa, And thought about that bird, As I heard him chirping our World Song, In a way that never was.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 869 Opposite
Ran
She started running through The grass Not knowing why. Not asking why.
She just ran and ran As if to say something was chasing her. She herself didn't need any reason to run. And opposite side of her, came a runner you see.
This runner just ran and ran too. They ran past each other. They never knew they were made For each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 870 Orange
The orange of sherbert, Hit my taste buds so strong. The orange of horizon, Seemed a color so wrong.
It hit my mood and it swayed. Longing for a warm and place so safe. Wanting exalted happiness, Then I was gifted with it.
The orange on the orange tree, This color lit up bright. It's color made me happy. It was the color that was right.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 871 Overtook Us
The Skies Opened Up
The skies opened up, And the ubiquitous black overtook us. Unusual happening the astronomers spoke. What terrible happening could this be.
The blackness surrounded us up and down. The calling, the message was unstoppable. What we had done to our world was unthinkable. We had turned everything around.
The people turned into robots. The cells phone into space computers. We all looked up then down, But couldn't come up with an explanation.
The skies opened up, And the ubiquitous black overtook us. We all knew in our universal consciences, That we had done something terribly wrong.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 872 P R O G R E S S
Mountains and freeways, Running side by side. The Internet and textbook, Used together by the student.
Made me wonder, Where we were going with this. The tech music and accompanying dance, Made me in wonder glance.
Laptops and KKindle books, And the mobil phones' technology, Did not up students' scores any. Freeway cars, supposed to go fast, Made me think we reached the limit, Car now drove at the slowest speed limit.
During the rush hour, we rush to drive the slowest. We're regressing while calling this progressing.
For in the end, Fast went to slow, Voice went electronic, Computers when too loaded, Slowed down to too slow.
Well then if progress, Turns to regress,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 873 Where do Earth's people go?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 874 Pages
Unfurling in the clouds against blue, Telling stories that are true. With so much print on each, Of Heaven's pages.
A gigantic book in the sky, Couldn't tell if it's yours or mine, Showing meanings only a few could guess. Meaning more or meaning less.
This gigantic book in the sky, Told nature's truths unhidden. Was the testimonial of God, The way that God had written.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 875 Paid
Paid
Paid to write a song And to write a script And to write a play And a poem in the midst.
Artists around the world. They know they get hardly paid. The vastness of the words Hardly said.
In the words so vast There are meanings so long, Yet the words of a song Are rapidly neglected.
To a few here and there They do not share The almost non-existent Paid song.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 876 Pain
Pain
Right entering the door At a slant not before known. It caused pain.
My heart troubled today. My smile could not pay Anybody to happen. No smile could take place.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 877 Pain Without A Sound
I couldn't hear the pain in his leg. I couldn't hear the painful strain in his arm. The hurtful darkness in his brain, I couldn't hear any of his pain.
He lay crouching from the shrapnel, In his head. He was presumed dead. But no one could enter inside him, The impossibly burning bullet grim.
In his kitchen back home, No one could feel the pain of his flashback. This soldier felt the worse pain, Inflicted on him by rifled torn back.
The inaudible pain, Which no one would witness, That would last for a lifetime.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 878 Paintbrush
Ah paintbrush, you make me swoon, With nature's colors abundant, You take your hand, And pick-up mine to paint.
Ah paintbrush, you paint magnificently. You paint homes, cottages and garden fences. You paint oceans, skies and rolling fields.
What if you let go of my, Painting hand, Would I paint like you?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 879 Palm Of Her Hand
The see-sawing leaves, Dropping at low speed, On the sunshiny palm Of her soft hands.
Showed the combination, Of life's story, Etched in the human, And the leaves' vasucular system,
To be very, Possibly the similar in structure, And similar Story of everyone here, And everything here.
The story of the leaves' tour Throught life, And mine, Could have meant that we once, May have met sometime in some place.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 880 Palm Trees
Palm tree fronds, swaying in the sun. It was that state, the California one. I surmised that the beauty came from this state. I remember from the heat, my thirst did slake.
California wind and California surf, Which other land should I walk on it's turf? I would rather spend one million years here, Than in any other place far or near.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 881 Paper
The paper sat blank on it's desk, Filled with other white paper next to it. They all awaited to be written on. To display some meaning to ponder on.
But till now they just sat at this desk, For the pen to move quickly upon them. For the blank to be turned into black, The lack of meaning of blank.
Turned into a page of science, plots of novels, Writing about architectures and music, About inventors' lives and artist's too, But try as they might, the papers lay blank.
So their hopes sank, They gave up, in lying heaps of blank, On their writer's table. For the writer's mind was also forlorn.
You see the writer had lost his Muse, His hand couldn't hold that pen upright. That pen couldn't on those papers write.
So now the papers, the pen and the writers struggled. The writer could not put one word out. That was absurd, Because the paper and the pen had waited so long.
But suddenly, one thought struck the writer's mind, The words came out in any old kind, Because those words strung themselves out,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 882 Scribbling stories on those papers spread out.
The writer's hand so deftly moved, Across not one paper, not two papers, But all lying on his table. He himself didn't know that he was able, To fill the yearning blank papers lying on his table.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 883 Paper Boats
Paper boats, On my backyard stream, Are my pretty backyard dream.
Paper boats, Floating fast on the lake, Looking pretty for prettiness' sake.
Paper boat, Bobbing up and down on the water, Makes me very happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 884 Paper, Paper
Paper, we scribble on you, And you give us so much info, Don't you?
Paper, you become a crumply lunch bag, And you hold my delicious lunch for me, Don't you?
Paper, we make flying shapes out of you, You glide at hyper speed for us, Don't you?
Paper, we sign contracts on you, We make money from what we sign, Don't we?
Paper, we put you in banks, Signing amounts of currency, Don't we?
Paper, you do everything for us. I'll sign my name on you, For I have a contract with you. You're so beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 885 Papers
I swooped down, To scoop up the unruly papers, On the floor. It was so windy,
These papers flew out the door.
I thought this paper arrangement, Between them and I, Seemed quaintly odd, And I questioned why.
The ruffled papers, Looked up to me, So quizzically. Asking for some answers.
That I couldn't give.
And so the papers and I made the best of it. We chased each other around in the wind in the trees.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 886 Papers Galore
I saw my desk and the wall around. I saw the new book that was newly bound. I kept seeing hundreds of reminders, And posters of handsome men.
The wall facing me had some pictures of Buddhist dieties, And the coffee mug 'Coffee Cafe' filled with pens. The Muse flew around here and then through my heart and pen. Then this Muse raced my mind's work on the myriads of paper at hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 887 Parade
The parade of history, The walk of the many, Seemed to walk by me. And I found meaning in it.
The parade of history, Displayed many meanings, One by one, As each one passed by, As some of the sadness, Made me cry.
The parade of history, Covered the past to the present, And projected on to the future, Mankind's massive story.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 888 Parking Lot
Meandering through a parking lot, I wove through it's cars a lot. The spaces in between seemed full, With doors swinging open.
There were no nuances here, There were cars in motion, There were cars sitting there. I thought they resembled, Our life by sight.
My life was spent, In a gigantic flow, Of cars, Where I could come and go.
I spent a moment, Just sitting in my torment, Of cars not moving, The meters paying.
My life was spent, Mostly meandering, Driving through my day, Mostly reaching,
Here and there. And even nowhere. Then also going somewhere, And coming back, Into this parking lot of my life, That was jammed packed today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 889 Parrot
You bird you, Mischievious as ever. You imitate people's voices. Then you turn your beak the other way.
You parrot you, Dancing and prancing on the branch, Driving trees even crazy. I wish you were mine
But parrot oh parrot. You belong in your forest. You belong flying through, Tree branches.
Just perch on my eager finger, For a while please.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 890 Parts Not Known
Parts not Known
My parts not known, got me into trouble. You see, the ignorance of myself did not work well. My parts not known, got me into a quandary, About who I was and what I was capable of.
I never understood the real me. I couldn't grasp meditation. The inner parts alluded me. The outer parts were out of synch.
Each of us affects the other, And ignorance gets you nowhere. It effects others in a deleterious way, And harms those around us.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 891 Passing By
I passed by and gave you a glance, But you didn't see it. In all it's glory, it was my love, But you didn't recognize it.
I almost held you in imaginary arms, But you didn't recognize this, In all it's brightness, it was my passion, But you couldn't get it.
I remember that one time you looked at me, But it was a fleeting glance. For that one moment, My heart did dance.
But you didn't recognize it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 892 Passion For You
The darkness of the darkness. The nights of the night. I fathomed the deep thoughts, Of you, of you.
The love of all loves. The passions of passion. I fathomed the depth of my heart, About you, about you.
From the darkness emerged a force, That made my body and soul fall down. It was the passion for you. It was the passion from me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 893 Passport To Happiness
I was given a long number you see, A passport to happiness be. I opened this docu and there was my photo. It was all ready to happiness to go.
I felt that happiness belongs to those, Who gave happiness to others you see. Then there would widespread happiness be. It would be a well meaning world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 894 Pebbles On The Sand
Pebbles on the Sand
Yesterday the pebbles on the sand Made me laugh out loud As I skipped and danced on them. And then I picked myself up after I fell.
It was funny that the same thing that I laughed about Was the same that caught me off guard. Life's lessons seemed to be Written on the pebbles on the dirt where I danced and then fell.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 895 Pen
The pen moved swiftly sideways, As if in a position of racing. My hand so still, not the pen facing, But being carried by it.
Not on it's own volition, This hand didn't have a story. The pen with it's huge tale, Had to tell it to the world.
My hand tugged by the pen, Witnessed so much information, That it just moved there, Without the pen's fast motion.
This information was told to me in a hurry, This one here was a fiction story. This one was a tale of a wise, wise man, Who let his pen write, what it liked, While on the paper it rapidly ran.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 896 People
I love people, I love being around them. The highest love, Is love for one another.
And the highest love, Is the one for your father and mother, Brother and sister. The people you put above, Others.
I love my friend, Can't say anything's, Wrong with her, Can't say anything's, Wrong with himself.
I love people, I love being around them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 897 Perfume
I love the passion of the air, Perfumed by your presence. You looked at me in such a way, Your feelings sent so awesome.
The smell I smelled was unbelievable, All the time getting nicer. It was you my love that put me, In a state of love towards you.
Your perfume put a passion in the air, Just by your presence. I hope we become one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 898 Petals
Flower
You are the flower of my eye. Being so beauteous you're hard to ignore. All petals, God's beauty galore. All colors in yellow and pink.
From God's pen and ink.
This flower is a beautiful drawing. It's beauty ever flowing. It's mass just heavy enough. It's petals just ample enough.
The picture God drew.
This flower took me away, Into a fairy land of large proportions. These flowers had their own populations Of millions and trillions.
The universe of gardens God grew.
You are the flower of my eye, Being so beauteous you're hard to pass by. All petals, God's given beauty galore. All colors in yellow, read and pink.
From God's magical pen and ink.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 899 Philosopher
The philosopher Looked at the world one day, Never expecting to get any pay, For his ever expanding knowledge.
That he would distill to the world, About happenings, humans and their songs.
This philopher filled volumes of pages, For this earth to read. He never asked for anything in return. For money he had no greed.
His work went down untouched through the ages. Invaluable all on it's own.
This philosopher was forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 900 Philosophy Of Zen
Zen Buddhism
I needed my soul to stay. Zen Buddhism let me stay. My soul wanted to pray. Zen Buddhism let me stay.
I fell in love with the way I fell. Zen Buddhism augmented that feeling. I can keep coming back With Zen Buddhism.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 901 Philosphy Of Zen
Whiling away the time, Sitting on a rock thinking, Thinking about everything, And thinking about nothing.
Lying under stars and sky, Lying yet wide awake, Looking at the Universe, Wondering and still awake,
Seeing through a clear stream, Looking at the water reflect the sun, Over all the rocks and pebbles, My thoughts seem to run.
Hearing music in the air, Floating by as it seems, Hearing and singing it, As if in a dream.
Whling away the time, Sitting on a rock thinking, Thinking about everything, Ans thinking about nothing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 902 Photons
Photons
I walked amongst the photons of light. God's pure sunlight energy. The heart of my hearts began to smile. The whole of my being became bright.
For this you see was the walks I had taken Today, yesterday and yesterdays. Without the photons streaming down on me What would my healthy self be?
The walk of all walks in my entire life Were the sum totals of my daily walks. Batteries energized by the largest source The sunlight the photons from above.
I walked amongst the photons of light. God's pure sunlight energy. The heart of my hearts began to smile. I became sunlight itself.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 903 Picture Perfect
Picture Perfect
Oh, you are picture perfect, No blemish any where. Your looks are impeccable. They are so fair.
What do you get from you attribute, I do not know. Sometimes I wonder if it's a big ego. Sometimes it may be pure innocence.
Oh, you are picture perfect. They all know you are. You're most beautiful inside and outside, By far.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 904 Pictures In The Sand
There were pictures in the sand, There were photos in the sand. But they were made and sculpted, By another's hand.
I wondered and wondered, How this could be, Because frankly I thought, Those pictures were drawn by me.
Those pictures showed footprints, And handprints too. Then so many pictures of me and you. This sand was an album indeed.
I didn't get the meaning, Of all this art. But it was there to show us all, That was, is and will be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 905 Pictures Upon Pictures
Pictures upon pictures Inundated my mind. The moon, the stars and the sun, Seemed all beautiful and having fun.
Pictures upon pictures Inundated my mind. The wild waves, the beautiful streams Moved like a swirling dream.
It seemed to me that those pictures Were so beautiful and lovely. God's creation So wonderous.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 906 Pine Cone
Pine Cone
I saw a gold trimmed pine cone. I picked it up from the ground. All festivities were around it and around. This pine cone was very happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 907 Pink And Yellow Flowers
Pink and yellow flowers spoke of my life's glory days. Yellow and pink edged the garden which Filled my eyes with colors. The sinking sun though, that sun whose late evening hue,
Bothered my soul and as it sank, so did I. The aches of my recent past, the slide show that went fast, Witnessed that happiness could not last.
But that preponderance of a doubt, made me delve deeply to find, That place between the heart and mind, that translator of life, Let me know for sure that happiness lies within, Lasts forever, in colors of pink and yellow,
Dancing through my flowered colored life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 908 Plain One
Plain One
The plain one's heart ached And he thought He didn't have a chance In living and life.
He strove to be a big one And a beautiful one at that. He thought he would Be good at that.
He thought the tide would turn And he would be beautiful and rare But that it didn't happen Oh the people never stared.
But the plain one stayed plain But did great deeds Of awesome strength Of whom all did read.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 909 Play Management
I played on the playground today, And ran and ran and ran. I basked in the sun's ray, Without permission or advice.
Either way, it seemed fun, To shoot down the slide. The playground merry-go-round, Gave me a circular, dizzying ride
The swings gave a feeling, Of woosh-swoosh and tickles in my body. Then I was running on the playground, And looked at the blue ceiling.
Why would anyone come and do play management? I ran away from those who wanted to. My school bell rang, And I ran, To stick to play management.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 910 Played
I Played
I played to the stars, Then to the moon. My guitar reflected off the streams. I even played in my dreams.
When I played to nature, It seemed like Heaven. I suspected that Nature loved my music.
I always played my guitar, To the birds that flew. Into the sky they went. To them I music lent.
I and my guitar, Will always play. We will play away. We will play away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 911 Played In His Head
The birdsong that, Played in his head Was a tune that pierced, The universe...
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 912 Played With You
You were my little child, And I played with you. We laughed, giggled and said boo. We had funny fun.
You grew-up and rode on your bike. You then went with me on a hike. I love you and I like, How you smile at me so sunny.
You now are a man but my son. You are the loved one, you are the one. And when you were a baby, We played on the playground. I played with you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 913 Player
Ball
The soccer and the football, The baseball and the tennis ball Had a trajectory only half of it's own For it was lead by the player.
Your life will not move by itself In the correct direction If you are not the leader. Then you may be sorry but maybe exstatic.
For the effort and the action You put forth will result in a hybrid way. The player and the object will result together. Your life then will see a fulfilled day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 914 Playground
Children at Play
When he slid down the slide And upside down from the bar, He laughed and laughed So urgently.
When swinging from the swing And throwing sand around, He laughed and laughed So urgently.
When working at work Bent over his paperwork, His light hearted heart Beat quickly and happily.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 915 Playground Motion
He skipped twenty to the left, she hopped ten to the right. They held hands then ran in circles, They grabbed each other's waist, to do a silly dance.
She slipped in the sandbox, his face received a sand shower, He sprinkled sand on her socks, she shoveled spadefuls on his shoes.
They laughed and chased each other, they made faces at each other, They ran toward each other, they ran away from each other.
This playground dance if preferred, Would save this world From it's crises laden ways, And the heavy price it pays For losing it's childhood.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 916 Playing Musical Chairs Everyday
I play musical chairs everyday, Shifting from one corporate seat, To another that had just emptied out for me.
It was so interesting to see, How the handing over of power, Returned everyone back to the same place, A strange feeling of someone occupying your space.
This childhood game, Was so musical and fun then. It employed the breathlessness, Of taking someone else's place, Till someone took your's back.
But in CORPORATE settings, The running around seemed tiring. Even though more empowering, When having acuqired the position of another.
Yet in however many circles, We ran around in life, To secure that coveted promo seat, It still came full circle.
That no matter how fast we ran, Someone else could run faster, In musical chairs that wouldn't stop, In a rat race that wouldn't end.
Knowing you reached your goal, Then knowing you didn't,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 917 For having reached the end, You've reached just another beginning.
In the rat race game.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 918 Please Don'T Shut That Door
We held hands in the wet garden, And inhaled each other's breath. I held you so tenderly. You held me the same.
You started saying sad things to me, And I you. We made each other angry. Why did we?
Don't shut that door.
Keep the door of the heart open, Even when you're mad. You have made me sad, With your disapprovals.
I love you. Don't shut that door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 919 Plum Pudding Much Needed
I ran away from all sweets imaginable, I stayed away from them. But there was one so tangible, It was a plum pudding in a dish.
This plum pudding represented, The most delicious kind of flavor, With nature's own savory savor. I wanted to eat the plum pudding.
Once then, a tiny boy crossed my path. He ate some plum pudding too. But he asked me for mine, And I gave him to him too.
The boy's mirth in eating it, Was so great, That the plum pudding in my mind, Did my appetite sate.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 920 Poem
My heart beat to it. My ears heard it. My mind thought it. My hand moved the plume on paper.
The people saw it. The people read it. The readers felt it. The readers thought it.
It was a poem about the writer and the reader.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 921 Poem Of Light
That Light
That light of perfection Is the light of love. It is true in itself And true for others.
That light of perfection Is the brightest light. It meets the most loving light Of our souls.
That light of perfection Sees everything every things true The expert in love and kindness.
This light of perfection Are me and you In the best of the best in life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 922 Poems
Poems. My eyes read them. My ears heard them. My plume wrote them. My soul's wings, Fluttered around them.
The readers read them. The readers imbibed them. Their souls soared over them. Their ears heard them.
The world rejoiced over them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 923 Poetry In Action
What a Lovely Poem You Are
Oh when I heard your voice, It was the prettiest noise. It went rippling through, I heard it loud and clear.
Your heart ever true, Did things so sweet. Of all people ever, You'd be the one I would want to meet.
What a lovely poem you are. Your face so placid and kind. You are of all poems, So hard to find.
What a lovely poem you are.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 924 Pointing Fingers
Blaming Others
He blamed others Right or wrong. Even a song Was blamed.
A song is a song In it's own right. It cannot be sung wrong or right. In it's own right.
He blamed everyone And himself. I don't like His blaming me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 925 Polka Dots
Oh, I danced with my pink, polka dot dress on, It topsy turvied those who watched me. They too wanted to become polka dots, To be randomly dancing and oh so pretty.
My polka dot people now wanted, Their own dress with polkas on it. They cut fabric so lovely, so fragile. All polka dots were being made all over.
The dance now stopped, The polkas were all designed. Mine was the very best. Mine was very fine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 926 Pollution
Pollution
The mind pollution was awful. It hurt everybody around. It created hurtful souls. The pollution of my mind.
I went in zig-zag ways. It created polluted ways. I hurt so many. I also hurt myself.
You see the bad way, Was most enjoyable. It seemed the temptations, Were simply doable.
But one day, a moment, Caught me by surprise. The Void in me told so, That that was the correct way.
Inspired by Buddhism
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 927 Pool Of Tears
Pool of Tears
You wept a deep, deep stream of tears. You stunned me and brought me fear. I realized that you were sad But wondered if anybody had been to you bad.
You tried to rise up to level. I mattered much to me. You tried so hard but fell. And I in my deep thought did dwell.
You of all people you see Did tears in my eyes verily. You told me that nothing ever went wrong. But your words was a lying song.
You then got up by yourself. I did nothing to help. You had the power in you. That power made me love you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 928 Post Christmas Day
Post Christmas Day
All the fun I had on Christmas Day Left a feeling of 'too much' play. I saw all the gift wraps On my table. I could not feel able To feel so happy anymore. It seemed all the fun Was the fun I was 'supposed' to have. And though I did have fun It didn't quite feel like it. There's now still New Year's to come And the regular days will return. Thank goodness.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 929 Ppoem
Poem speak to me, I hear your syllables you see. You put me in a mood of mirth and glee. Poem speak to me.
I read you one day outside, You spoke of sunshine, You spoke of rain, In flowing syllables, no one could hide.
These obvious words float around in my mind, Looking for meanings I could find. The rhyming, poetic meter be. The poetic meaning you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 930 Pressed Flowers
Pressed flowers, Were blooming flowers, Once upon a time,
Pressed flower's beauty, Always stayed, In my mind.
The petals fleshed out, Only yesterday, Turned into flatness today.
Flowered in dried-out form, Spoke of their stories today. They had so much to say.
Stories of bloom time flowers, Stories of rapid rain showers. Stories of sharing a garden, And stories of wild abandon.
These pressed flowers knew everything
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 931 Pretty
Moonlight
The moonlight shown on your face. It made your face so pretty. I desired you at once. It made my glad heart dance.
The moonlight shown on your face So mellow, full of grace. I desired you at once. It made my glad heart dance.
Your face so pretty and light. Your face kissing the night Made me want to kiss you And so I did.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 932 Pretty As A
The flower was as pretty as it wanted to be.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 933 Pretty Baby
Pretty baby, you're my child. You were ever since I laid my eyes on you. You laid your baby eyes on me too.
Pretty baby, you bike so right. You keep the handle bars in your hand tight. And you never fall.
Pretty baby, you're all grown up. You can pour fancy tea from a fancy cup. And you don't spill a drop.
Pretty baby, you'll always be mine. I love you forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 934 Prick Everyone?
The pink rose' child asked, 'mommy, why do you prick everyone? '
She replied that 'us roses need protection, Because we are the most sought after flower.'
'Then I don't want to be a rose anymore, ' Said the baby rose. The Garden Fairy hearing this, Turnrd this rose into a thornless one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 935 Prickly Cactus
With it's thorn very pretty. Didn't see you in farms or the city.
Your abode is your desert.
Your house and your home. In this dessert I roam, To find you.
Prickly cactus your green hue, Colors my eyes do. And make them look another way.
Prickly cactus strong in the sand, The dangerous plant if touched by a hand. You like your solitary position in the sand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 936 Problems With You My Dear
Problems with You My Dear
Your disposition my dear, Is more than I can bare. The trouble with you, Is that you're never there.
And when you are, You're very angry. You hate the world. You hate yourself.
I cannot take the brunt, Of your problems. You say you can't, Take mine.
I've never a face, As angry as yours. I have problems that you give me. I have problems with you my dear.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 937 Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin
I ate pumpkin pie with whipped cream, Then I ate pumpkin for dinner, Why would you eat that for dinner my friend asked? Because a pumpkin is a vegetable too I replied.
Well the horn of plenty was just that. I was happy that it was. So I ate and ate the food of Thanksgiving And I thanked God for my delicious living.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 938 Pure
Pure
My mind is a pure place, desecrated by this world. My heart is a sweet place, desecrated by some humanity. My physic is a strong place, worn out by overload. Myself, I am human.
I don't care for the overloads, Or the sensory insults. I care not for the myriads of challenges before me. I don't care for any difficulties posed in front of me.
My mind remains a pure place, untouched by this world. Now that I know how to play the game I realize I can win. I know this place to be pleasant now. Myself, I am okay now.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 939 Purple
Purple
The purple haze in my heart, Knew what you were like. And I liked it. You moved me.
The purple haze in my heart, Told me I was losing you And I didn't like it. You moved me but in a bad way.
The purple haze in my heart, Told my desires cause suffering, So I slackened the kite string And I was comforted by our love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 940 Push Me
If you are my enemy, Then push me. But to a higher place. Push me.
If you are my friend, Then love me, Love me too, Love me too.
If you are both, My friend and enemy, Then decide for me, Decide for me.
For whichever, You think you are, You're my friend, You are my friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 941 Quicker
They produced Fast Track Then the remote for quicker manipulations, While your computer offered you a match correction, So quick that it's technique alluded you.
Mount Fuji receding in a billionth second, Witnessed from the bullet train, Nano-second arrival after streaked scenery. But neither the techno carriage nor it's passengers know why.
But that there would be acceleration of the heart, Or patching wounds between after war nations With the useof laser velocity urgencies, Yet even light speed tech couldn't settle the exigencies of our soul.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 942 Rabbit
Rabbit
I chased a rabbit down the street. I couldn't make out where we would meet. Then I caught him And we became friends.
His name was Pumpernickel by my imagination And we had a lot to talk about. And wow he talked so loud. This rabbit became my sweetest friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 943 Racecar Crash
The red racecar drove so fast, On the fourth round it didn't last. For it's tires collapsed and then went flat. Where the shaking shocked driver had sat, Made me look at the car crash aghast!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 944 Rage
Hate
The hate was unbearable. The riot raged on. It was impossible. I could've called the police.
But the hate inside Was the riot in my heart. It's deleterious effects Ripped my soul apart.
Now the tide turned stronger. The rage went on longer. This hate upon hate was impossible to bear. It ripped me apart.
I now had to turn my back To this out of control emotion. I imagined myself with no enemies. The hatred slowed down in motion.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 945 Rain
I left my house feeling the rain, It uplifted my spirit, Got rid of the pain. It was the rain of softness.
Oh the pitter-patter, Of delicate raindrops falling, My happiness, Arising.
You know, I didn't miss the sun. I wanted from it to run, Because the wetness kept me here. It made me let go of my fear.
I greeted the rain with my raincoat wet, I didn't fume and didn't fret. The rain it gave me a drizzling smile,
The rain became my forever friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 946 Rainbow Elf
I flit from color to color, I skip from red to green. In my flight I flutter, All over the nature made scene,
Of this different color, Phenomenon, Of this arch shaped, Building of the sky.
I reside in ROY G BIV. I prance through the sky. I have crayons in my bag, Of seven colors you know.
Which in the sky, Will make a perfect glow. This is where I reside.
I am a rainbow elf.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 947 Rainbow White
The R O Y Rising red sun then an orange, yellow sunset.
G od's most frequent color, Cooling us, the global forest and G reen grass,
The B lue, I ndigo and V iolet flowers, I spilled all over the floor.
The total reflectance of R O Y G B I V, All seven colors bounced out, Cancelling all frequencies, Making everything blank white for everybody to see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 948 Raincoat Wet
I left my house feeling rain, I uplifted my spirit, Got rid of the pain. It was the rain of softness.
What you call the pitter-patter, The delicate raindrops falling, My happiness, Arising.
You know, I didn't miss the sun. I wanted from it to run, Because the wetness kept me here. It made it go away, my fear.
It greeted the rain with my raincoat wet, I didn't fume, didn't fret. The rain it gave me a smile,
The rain became my forever friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 949 Raindrops
Slidig down my face, They gave a tingling feel. Their fresh smell of water, Refreshing me.
Raindrops slid down a rose's stem, Then glinted in the sun. God's jewelry, God's gold, The raindrop down it run.
I wondered so, How many raindrops, Did this thunderstorm brought, I wondered how many had this question sought.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 950 Rainfall
Water
When the water fell in cascades It was beautiful. When this water was drank It was wonderful.
When the ocean water churned It was inspirational. When the water fell It was tropical.
When the water fed The thirsty plants And they drank it all up It was Heavenly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 951 Raining
Raining
Raining so hard, so hard. Why won't the pain stop? It rains in my heart. It rains on my window pane.
I usually love the rain, With it's freshness on the grass. But right now, My heart feels like shattered glass.
We made this world a better place, When our friendship was sunny. Our egos though destroyed it. We paid the price for it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 952 Raja And Rani (King And Queen)
Raja and Rani (King and Queen)
Raja and rani, You both need to listen, To your general populace But you don't listen.
You live in palaces great Where the chandeliers and furniture glisten. You eat food galore and tasty But you're not aware of what's outside your palace.
You don't care even if you know. The general palace dwellers don't see What the populace can be. It is poor beyond poverty.
Rajas and ranis of the world. The world is in revolution against you. They don't want to listen to you. But you hold the power and the cash.
So you don't have to listen to them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 953 Raked Leaves
Raked Leaves
Like sunset Bright sun And russet.
Raked leaves at my door Forever more They spoke to me of all the seasons I adore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 954 Rambling Hills
Rambling hills made of rock, Made of dirt, With trees atop you. I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills your areas outstretched. Your forests far and wide spread. The memory of you. I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills you sing to the sky, Your streams sing to my, Open, happy heart. I miss you. You were my home once too.
Rambling hills, I'm coming back to you, Because you really miss me too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 955 Ran
I ran away as fast as I could, Negotiating every corner of the street. I ran away even faster, After my friend I did meet.
I really ran away, In the pages of a book. I ran away from you, As fast as it too.
I ran away from myself, Uh oh! But did. It didn't matter how fast I ran, It didn't matter how fast I did.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 956 Random
I was watching, Birds in the air, Some flying here, Some flying there.
I saw leaves, Fluttering in the wind. All here and all there, And everywhere.
I saw flower petals, Fluttering in the wind, Moving left to right, A petal jewel in flight.
Nature showed me, A random show. Nature moved me, In random movements.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 957 Rapid Gunfire
Rapid Gunfire
He was someone's dad. He was someone's husband. His 'enemy' was someone's dad, And he was someone's husband.
They walked around, A nation of beautiful fields, The rice paddies enriched the landscape. But the two men whose children couldn't see them, Engaged in a tumultuous action.
The two dad's owned machine guns, And they wore khaki. They looked at each others' young face, And opened fire till they were in a daze.
They opened fire into each other's God's place. Their bodies lay dead.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 958 Razor
A razor cut me softly. I did not know why. I kept thinking, No answer, no reply.
A razor cut me sharply, I did not know why. I kept thinking and thinking, No answer, no reply.
A razor cut me splendidly. I did not know why. I kept up my thinking, No answer, no reply.
This razor queried me, Didn't I know why. Why did my thinking, Lead to no reply?
This razor of my heart, Knew my various moods. This razor could clearly see, That the razor was evidently me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 959 Recognize You
When I First Saw You
When I first saw you You didn't recognize There was so much love in my eyes For you.
When I first saw you You didn't realize How much, how much I loved you.
You were caught in your daily duties. You were covered with your work. You didn't see or hear me. You didn't feel me.
When I first saw you You didn't recognize There was so much love in my eyes For you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 960 Red
The blood drip, the Vampire's snack, The valentine's day heart. The foil wrapping this day's heart shaped chocolate. The flashes in the hearth fire, The flames of an old love, The volcanic spew contained in the air, The slope covered with the same, All the red alerts to save all lives, The stop sign, the stop light, the ambulance siren, The police siren and the fire engine color. The nature's reds. The humingbird's meal, the apple, the strawberry. Clay and brick and Santa's suit. God's very first color of the rainbow, That wet refraction of seven colors, This red which then will disappear into drier white. The slowest speed color, Which so brightens up all around me. It makes me so happy, the color red.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 961 Red Expanses
The jokester was the funniest Man alive. He could people's soul's fun Drive and drive.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 962 Red Flowers On My Blouse
Red Flowers On My Blouse
These flowers most stick out. They were the first color on a rainbow. Not that the others did. All the colors did. The red, orange, yellow, green, indigo and blue.
Aahh, the sweetness of all.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 963 Red Flowers On White Sky
On my morning walk, I saw red flowers, On white sky!
And I was full of wonderment, As to all this meant, For I saw red flowers on white sky.
On pondering further I guessed, They may be decorations from heaven sent, With the white sky against a garland of red.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 964 Red Glow
Red
The apple was red, The fire engine too. My face was red With anger too.
The fields were red with blood That were first green. Man destroyed the work Of God unseen.
Heaven made reds were so beautiful. The red beugenvalia so lovely. But man destroyed the work of God By cutting them down so brutally.
And now the red stop signs And red alerts Shown God's work To be unseen.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 965 Red Light
Red
Oh, I like you red. Santa's favorite color And Rudolf's bright nose That looks like a bright red rose.
But then red was a stop sign And a traffic light too. I didn't like stopping I just liked driving.
The ambulances and the fire engines, Were red alerts too. Red seemed to be things gone wrong A red warning, a warning song.
A red color. A rose, a traffic light both red. I like red. It works in varied ways.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 966 Red Rose Unfurled
Red Rose Unfurled
The red rose petals Unfurled in my red heart And their it breathed In me of long passions.
This rose was not quiet. It needed to act upon Some very large love It had witnessed.
The rose told the heart Who was he that loved you? And the heart answered So sweetly smart.
The rose asked tell me. And the heart spoke of a man. He was a handsome one And one day they would become one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 967 Red White And Green
Red White and GREEN
On Christmas night, Santa's precious red suit, Shown so bright, Along with Rudolf's footsteps across the sky.
The landscape below, Was laden with snow. The sparkling white trees, Didn't bow to any breeze.
I sauntered through the forest, Wondering at the greens. This green of the evergreen Meant God's precious trees.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 968 Remember I Manage You
Remember I Manage You
Remember I manage you But you manage me to. Our mutual management We keep each other in line.
Keeping each other in line Is not better than keeping yourself in line. So we mind each other And our love Grows.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 969 Revolution
Revolution
The revolution happened But for nought. They never got What they sought.
The peace signs Didn't matter. The glass they did shatter. But no one powerful listened.
It went as all revolutions go. The results bloom slowly you know. And they grow. Into a newly sprung flower.
The old flower now shattered.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 970 Rich And Poor
Rich and Poor
I once was rich When something happened. It couldn't be described. It was a bad, bad deal.
I remember all the things I had. I remember all the times I had. I remember being elated. But now my richness is belated.
Wherever I roamed And what ever I saw. I was poor then. No one's envy.
My roaming everywhere Taught me lessons galore. I saw parts of life, I adored.
You see the richness in me Was my poverty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 971 Ride
All rocket boosters, Dropping down from air. Following the burning flare. Rocket ride into space.
Airplane engines, Making the engine sound, Turning on the tarmac around, To take-off for the ride in the air.
I run in circles, Giggling and laughing, That kids surround, Riding on a merry-go round.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 972 Right
Right
I always thought I was right. And no one had told me I was wrong. I was right about the birds, The trees and the breeze.
I was right about people, Their opinions, Their facts, And their fashions.
I was right about playing. I always won. I would always ask, Myself to run.
I then noticed, How boring my world was. Nobody left to talk to, And no one to talk about too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 973 Rings
Circus girls swing, Arm after arm, On large circus rings, Such adventuresome things.
Fit by an eager man, On my eager hand, A ring of romance, Love at hand.
Holding baby hands, Together, Slowly circling, Into in a ring, Children songs sing.
Let's gather all the rings of this world, And twirl them around and watch them swirl.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 974 Roads
I went wandering one day. In which direction I couldn't say. This walk brought me to a lake. I couldn't fathom it's meaning for my sake.
I wondered why I wandered this way. Then a thought struck me in that usual way. The straight path had been difficult too, So I went a wandering for you.
It struck me little, It struck me big, That the roads to you, Were the most exciting.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 975 Rock
Rocks
Sitting on a rock Was a good place for thinking. He did all his thinking On his favorite rock.
The other rocks Were good to look at And he went striding Past them.
But the biggest Rock of all Was all that I ever heard And that was rock and roll.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 976 Rocks
Raining
Raining so hard, so hard. Why won't the pain stop? It rains in my heart. It rains on my window pane.
I usually love the rain, With it's freshness on the grass. But right now, My heart feels like shattered glass.
We made this world a better place, When our friendship was sunny. Our egos though destroyed it. We paid the price for it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 977 Rocks I'Ve Climbed
The mountains and rocks I've climbed, Oh my heart, my heart did pine, For that trophy, the top of that hill, The place of greatest thrill.
But just momentarily, This message said, I got many messages in red, In hurried flashing red.
The second's conquest, Did say of dark foreboding. The second of my arrival on top, Did the hill no good.
It didn't decorate it with my climb. Neither did it decorate me with my climb.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 978 Roller Coaster
up and down, Roller coaster all around, I feel dizzy, Screaming loud, I am laughing in the crowd.
Roller coaster you go up. Roller coaster you go down. Roller coaster you meet the air. Roller coaster you meet the ground.
I never want to get off you. You are my fun friend so true.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 979 Rolling
Raining
Raining so hard, so hard. Why won't the pain stop? It rains in my heart. It rains on my window pane.
I usually love the rain, With it's freshness on the grass. But right now, My heart feels like shattered glass.
We made this world a better place, When our friendship was sunny. Our egos though destroyed it. We paid the price for it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 980 Room Of Trees
Room of Trees
The magnificent God touched Room of trees He wondered how they were constructed. The room was the expanse of the Heavens.
He looked above and around And he smelled the trees' perfume. This room of trees had many doors And the scent was intoxicating.
Oh room of trees He wished to live in it forever. His walk was cut short though. He had to go back to his home.
The magnificent God touched Room of trees He wondered how they were constructed For his forest was a big room of trees.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 981 Rose
I rose out of the fog, That was my life. I couldn't by me, Figure out this strife.
I stayed in the middle, Of the fog and the norm. My problems were now, A norm.
Whether I do this or do that, It doesn't seem to matter. My brainwaves move in a chatter. I finally rose out of the fog.
I started going here and there. I started my life over. It seemed the fog was over.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 982 Rose Is It True?
Rose is it true? Can I be like you? Your petals soft, Your red, so red, Can I be like you?
The tulip asked.
Rose is it true? Can I be like you? Your leaves so green, And stem so strong. Can I be like you?
The daffodil asked.
Rose is it true? Can I look like you? Your velvet feel, Your beauty seen, Can I look like you?
The poppy asked.
Rose replied, 'In order to be me, you must have ALL of me. In order to feel like me.'
You must always wear thorns.'
'In order to be a rose,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 983 You must warn people first, Who may be injured at your touch. You must relinquish some of your parts, To obtain others' parts.
'So how you flowers remain so soft, So safe for people to pluck, You must give all that up, To become me, '
Answered the rose.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 984 Rosy, Apple, Cranberries
Rosy, Cranberries, Apples
You are my rosy boy, With apple in your cheeks. All cranberries through his hair. How does that figure?
You are my apple boy, With red all over your cheeks, With cranberries through your hair. How does that figure?
It doesn't matter, Which fruit I pick, He's the apple of my eye.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 985 Rosy, Cranberries, Apples
Rosy, Cranberries, Apples
You are my rosy boy, With apple in your cheeks. All cranberries through his hair. How does that figure?
You are my apple boy, With red all over your cheeks, With cranberries through your hair. How does that figure?
It doesn't matter, Which fruit I pick, He's the apple of my eye.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 986 Round And Round
The girl kicked the ball, As it bounced of the wall. And it went around, Round and round.
The planets flung through space, On the path they flew through. And they went around, Round and round.
The tires moved under the cars, And they went fast along the road. And they went around, Round and round.
The silly conversationalist, Turned his talk in repetitive meter. And his talk went, Round and round.
The tiny and pretty girl, Twirled around in her silk dress. And she swirled around, Round and round.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 987 Rules
Are rules to be broken? It seems not so. But underneath it all, It's meaning below.
Is far from reaching, At the truth. When rules are corrupt themselves, They need to be broken yes.
I grew up in an era, Where many rules were broken, But we were the truth seeking. Yes we broke rules.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 988 Run And Skip
At Play
The children at play Were my very own. At twenty-nine and thirty-one Already they had grown.
But I taught them to play and play. They became studious all day and day. The fun of life Was satisfied.
Now their children play and play. My children taught them In a very fine way. They had learned that once upon a day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 989 Runner
Runner
I was the runner, And I ran fast. I started to take pleasure, In my contest winning.
So I ran even faster. I ran so fast, No one could ever, Come near me.
I did not possess wisdom. I just reveled in being the best. I started losing my talent. I started envying the other winners.
Watching others win, Made me fill rage inside. I had no wisdom, On being just my own self.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 990 Running
Remarkably
Remarkably the runner, Sought a destination, That was the most difficult, To reach.
This destination was far away, And not easy to reach. It was full of mud and craggy rocks, But this runner kept running.
Was he running towards something? Was he running to nowhere, Or was he running from something? The runner did not himself know.
But the destination was now clear. The goal didn't lie in geography. The runner meant to run, Inside himself.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 991 Running After The Balloon
Running After the Balloon
My oh my, I kept running after the balloon. Long string kept running fast. The sky turned a thunder clapping sound now. I wanted to seek a dry spot but couldn't. So I let the kite down in great disappointment.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 992 Running Away
Running Away
He ran fast and couldn't run faster. Trying so hard he fell right after. This man thought the magic lay in speed. For common sense he had no need.
The other man walked to slow. He lazed around, never on the go. This man thought he didn't need speed, And he really got nowhere indeed.
Another man yet, walked with pleasant gait. He took on this world because he could wait. He didn't walk slow or in a hurry. This man didn't have to worry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 993 Rush
The water fell torentially, On my body so clean. I couldn't even stand straight, I had to try and lean.
Mobilizing my body now, It was impossible still, To stand up till, My body stood up right.
The gush of azure and white, This water glowed so bright. This water fell so hard, That the gushing, Was more like pushing.
It fell from a high precipice, It's elector-power so high.
This tall and powerful waterfall, Was so strong. It provided a rush, For the water to push.
As I leaned back and enjoyed it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 994 S U G A R
I saw some in brown, Some in crystal white, And some in confectioner's delight. I saw some on the baby's mouth.
I tasted it in a banana, I savored it on a cookie. I tasted in a cake, That they freshly baked.
I saw it in my lover's smile. I saw sugar in my baby's eyes. I saw it in my friends' faces, Of sugary moments of love's traces.
Yellow colored lemonade on a hot day, Red colors of a sugary watermelon slice. Which to my hungry tongue did entice.
I have the sugar cane to thank, For making this world sweet.
And exude to man's nature, To help make sweet, The lives of each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 995 Said Something Cruel To A Friend Today
I said something cruel to a friend today. He looked at my cruel expression but didn't say, How hurt he was in such a bad way, After I accused him of something he didn't mean or say.
I knew these heart stabbing, word wounds, Burnt a hole in his sweet and gentle being. But I continued anyway, As my words led to bad ways after way.
Till my adrenaline even finally gave up.
Now fearfully, I saw him walk away. This did not my fears alay, For NOW the onous was on me.
For the one finger I pointed at him, Were my own three pointed to me.
That accusation didn't bring me happiness.
Thank God that with apologies and changed ways. My sincerity will make intentions come true, By whatever actions I may do.
I told him of my plan to love him so much! ! So the suffering in him ended. With our friendship repaired, And our so precious love mended.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 996 Said The Apple To The Orange
Said the Apple to the Orange
Said the Apple to the Orange, I don't how you taste. Said the Orange to the Apple, How can you this story make?
I didn't make-up a story you know, It's just the truth of the matter. Asked the Orange to the Apple, How do you know.
Said the Apple to the Orange, It's in the color of the peel. Said the Orange to the apple, It's in the taste of us fruits.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 997 Salt And Pepper Shaker
Salt and pepper shaker, Talk to me a lot, Whether the customer, Advice sought.
Salt and pepper shaker, You have heard so much, Of this and that and this, And all comments such.
How does it feel, Sitting on a restaurant, Table, To give advice, To be able?
Salt and pepper shaker, I'm about to use you, On my food.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 998 Sand
My boy, you threw a fistful of sand, Into your mamee's mouth, Then you ran away. Now I caught you, and held your hands and rolled you in it.
My little boy, you are grown now. You take your surfboard in your pick-up truck, With your girl friend, Who throws sand in your hair, surfer-dude.
And when you marry this mischievous girl, Your little one will throw sand on your cheeks. And you will all be puzzled, And then start laughing, all of you throwing sand on each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 999 Satellite
Satellite
As I lay down on the ground At night, I saw satellites go by. I didn't see too many stars.
This nature around the satellite Wasn't so important anymore. This nature was disturbed By manmade waves.
These manmade waves Gave signals That were used by humans To use apps, cell phones and the like.
As I lay down on the Night time grass. I saw satellites go by. I couldn't see too many stars.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1000 Satisfy
The much needed love, Never satisfied me, Till I met you. You were so cute.
I said ouch, No more hurt. Much too much longing. Much not needed.
If love was here all the time, Then maybe I'd start getting the meaning. But you see, it changes directions, So it doesn't satisfy me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1001 Say It
Say It
Say it that you care about me. Say it that you love me. Don't mean anything you can't feel. I feel close to you.
When you're in a cheery mood, It feels refreshing. When not, I am patient.
Say it that you care about me. Say it using one word. Say it using a million words, But mean what you say.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1002 Scent
Perfume
Sweet perfume inundated my world Full of rose scents immense And the fresh smell of the ocean too. I don't regret walking on it's shore.
The perfume after rain showers Made my childhood rain splatters Reminded me of the running And the scents that mattered.
Sweet perfume of good people Reminded me of their goodness. And the sweetest of all Was the sweetness of God's presence.
Sweet perfume inundated my worl Full of rose scents immense And the fresh smell of the ocean too. I don't regret walking on it's shore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1003 School
School
Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then my heart's chorus would sing I would skip and dance on the sand, Of the playground I knew so well.
I seed and I sawed, can you imagine? My heart was a happy flutter, Of sandboxes and sand castles on the playground. I dreamed, I was not in school.
The next day, the teacher spoke, Of increasing homework from now on. Oh, I wished the bell would ring. Then I would vanish onto the playground and sing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1004 Science Or Search
Dimensions of space and time, It puzzles the soul, Man does not understand everything, As nature is not his to control.
To try to reach outward, Beyond my grasp, Is not a sin but --
As we absorb knowledge We must also observe That we are not the masters Of nature and the world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1005 Scientist
He looks up and sees a twinkling star, The heavens are still, And the night is profound And the trees sway gently Without much sound.
This is a beautiful night, But the man writes on paper of white, Some numbers which he has to calculate, And then he looks through The giant telescope again.
He knows only the star that twinkles. But even that through bare Facts and figures
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1006 Screaming When I Want To Right Now!
I'll scream when I want to, If I want to And why I want to, You won't get to know.
Then I scream everywhere, anywhere and all over 'where', Because I will scream if I want to.
I'm that kid who screams all over the place, I'm that kid who screams in your face, And when I'm done, it doesn't matter, I'll just scream even faster.
I scream shriller, and scream larger. Because I'll scream when I want to,
If I want to, Wherever I want to, And you'll all get screamed at too, Cuz I feeling like screaming.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1007 Screaming Kid
That tiny screaming kid on the block, Fell of her bike colored blue. That it made me feel blue too, For that kid took a big spill on the sidewalk.
That sidewalk didn't pick her up. And her bicycle didn't reassure her. Though I came-up to help her, She screamed on the sidewalk.
She screamed cutely for her mommy. But I couldn't figure out where she was. So in the nick of time I decided to, Hand her over a chocolate bar.
Which she TOSSED AWAY, Making me wonder what I should say, To this girl who screamed so much. I couldn't even walk away.
So I decided to knock on all the street doors, When the first one opened, I described the scene. The woman screamed to say, 'that's my girl on the street.'
When mom finally reached and hugged her girl, The child stopped screaming.
So only a mother's hug, And not another's, Could stop a child's inner, And outer screaming.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1008 Sea
I drifted in a sea of green and blue. This reminded me of love and you. I floated around the water you see. It reminded me of you and me.
I wondered all day long, Whether you and I belong, Whether you love me true, Whether you feel the same way too.
But once the sun's ray struck so fine. I never felt our love was out of line. So we belong together you see. It's me for you and you for me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1009 Search
Search
The search required Walking through thick foliage. It involved climbing on rocks. This search never ended.
The search required A quiet mind. This search went on and on Into the wilderness in front of me.
I searched the whole world. I searched my whole soul. I searched my mind and heart. It was when I stopped searching
That I found out what I was looking for.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1010 Searched All Over
I searched all over.
And I'm still se...... ng.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1011 Searching For That Perfect Colored Petal
I went searching for that perfect colored petal, But I ran this way and that way and this way again, Yet I couldn't settle one in God's garden. God's garden manufactured so many gorgeous colored petals.
Oh, I found one now because I held the black one in my hand, I But oh, I dropped it without an inkling because I saw a white one. But I jumped so happily at the petal that was red. I let it go without thinking for the purple petal.
I now binged on fistfuls of rainbow petals, Then I unfurled my palm and let them go. I walked quietly through God's garden and yelled, "What is the meaning of all this God? "
"You surround me with stunning beauty, You produce this garden joy, You whisper in my ear to partake of your creation, But you deny me my human decision."
GOD REPLIED, "I did not offer this garden of stunning colored petals, For you to discriminate the flowers because of their colors. I don't want you to pick out any color as BEST for life. The boy asked God, "so you won't even let me give my Mom, A red petalled rose on her birthday? You are cruel God! "
And suddenly, the boy's arms were overladen with, Vast bouquets of varied colored flowers to take home. This boy handed over the red roses to his Mom for her birthday,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1012 A yellow petalled flower to his baby sister.
And he saved the rest for himself. He didn't go chasing and dropping flowers anymore. But he ran and skipped and laughed with joy, While he flung and caught, so many different colored petals.
From the forest of yellow, pink, violet, white, red, orange and black colored petals. This boy now couldn't PREFER ANY COLOR because he so loved all. So all the flowers in the forest turned a special treat for him. He was so much richer for that.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1013 Second Wall Poem
Wall
You presented yourself so clearly. You didn't want be to be near you so verily. I tried to hug you and kiss you. But you presented the wall.
This wall was made of untold dark days. You didn't give praise To save yourself From the darkness which was your life.
Oh please break that wall. Don't stand there defeated. You can stand on your own. You don't need the wall to protect you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1014 Secret
My secret was that I was born. No one knew of my birth. No one knew my worth. I was born in a Third World nation.
My secret was that I grew into an older child. No one knew of my adolescence. No one knew I was God's worth. I grew up in a Third World nation.
My secret was that I became an adult. No one knew that I grew up. No one knew I was God's grown-up child. I grew up in a Third World nation.
My nation's populace was one billion.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1015 Seed
Seed
I grew a seed and it bloomed into a flower. I grew a seed which grew into a plant. Then a seed grew into a grass blade.
Then one into a tree. The flower and the plant, An grass blade too.
They all had a symbiotic relationship. They all came from the seed. They all grew up into sizes large.
If we all with different seeds, Become the ones we want. It would become a wonderful and varied life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1016 Seemingly
It was seemingly right. It was seemingly wrong.
I couldn't decipher one from the other. I decided to let things be.
It was seemingly right. It was seemingly wrong. And that was alright by me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1017 Seemingly Unreligious
I saw you last night, Oh what a plight. You were helping the poor old man, Where he was holding a money pan.
But you yourself act so angelic. You are who the poor relish. You who act so non-religious, Never showing yourself ferocious.
You have a way with words, So humble and kind. You are so sweet And one of a kind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1018 Sent Of A Rose
Oh the Scent of a Rose
Oh the scent of a rose Sent me up to heaven. It kept my senses And it kept filling my nose.
Oh the scent of a rose Made the entire world pretty. It sent all people Into a tizzy.
This scent of scents Brought flower's scents down. I couldn't smell anything around. I kept smelling the rose.
This scent of scents Made my day go so pretty. I felt alive I was in a ditty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1019 Shake
Chocolate Milkshake
I always drank milk all my life. With milk I never knew any strife. I had beautiful days and energized my moments too. Chocolate milkshake did so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1020 Shattering The Mirror
I kicked the mirror with my boot, Then I finally saw how different I looked. I loved looking at me.
So I kicked the mirror again, I looked ever more different, Just the way I wanted to look.
This time, I kicked the mirror, Till it made sounds of sharp shattering. I looked gorgeous now in front of this mirror.P
I wanted to be shattered again! Post shattering, I screamed hooray, For my shattered look became me and I smiled.
The reason I shattererd this mirror, Was that this mirror was my own self-image, This mirror showed me bad, So the self-improvement, Was a happy thing not sad.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1021 She Yelled At Me
She Yelled At Me
I asked her why she yelled at me. So she told me her sad and bad story. She said she had been struck by her husband bad. Her story was not only tragic but horrendously sad.
She said she tried to strike him back. She said his strength was the strength she had. She cried all day and all night. This world wasn't good and not right.
He friends wouldn't believe her Where she came from So her husband beat her more bad. Her heart cracked into pieces. This world was evil and sad.
The counselors taught her how to leave him But she did not for years. Oh and all the tears. But she left him at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1022 Shiny Bubbles
Shiny bubbles glinting in the sun, Which one of you is the shiniest one? I see the prettiest one is not the one, I see the prettiest one does not sit in the sun.
Shiny bubbles glinting in the sun, How upon the breezes you swiftly run, You move so fast, fast through the air, The movement doesn't your surface tear.
It just seems you're dancing away, For no reason at all, Just to be yourselves, And having a sunshiny ball.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1023 Shiny Red On My Floor
Bounteous fruit fell off the tree, And onto my barn floor. These fruits of mystery, Blocked the barn door.
Shiny red on the tree, So tempting to me, What were they all about?
I thought maybe some philosophical theme, Some interpretation by the farmer, Walking through his shiny, red grove, Painting pictures of it in his mind.
A red, shiny idea of it's kind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1024 Ship In Space
He took a whirling, Spaceship ride swirling, Into a galaxy there.
He took the spaceship, Through the galaxy, And went awhere where.
He turned around the spaceship, Backing out of the galaxy, And in the black horizon he didn't see.
The oncoming spaceship, Of the other galaxy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1025 Ships
Ships that sway in the water, Churn the water too. They bring stories from far away lands, And from stories at hand.
Ships are structures so pretty to the eye. Ships go up and down, And all around. Ships are God's tool to transportation.
I like my large ship, crashing through the waves, Because my ship is magic. It makes other ships move. It puts them in a magical grove.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1026 Short Poem
You were the deepest part, Of my heart. Your short verse, Resounded in it.
Your words sang, Your rhythm rang, In meanings, Of great depth.
Oh short poem, Throw out your meaning, In just a few verses. Make it the deepest, Voice of my innermost heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1027 Should I Kiss You Or Slap You?
You silly person, You put your arm around me, Then flung me away, Just to make me recover from tripping.
You then came back to me, You're silly as silly can be. Should I hug you or slap you? But you're fun to have around.
You shower me with cotton candy, Then throw candy canes all over me. Then you interrupt me, when I'm watching the news. Should I kiss you or slap you?
You're as silly as silly can be. When I play my guitar at night, You sit next to me, and pluck all the wrong strings. Should I kiss you or slap you?
I look at my mirror, to put on some make-up. You come and spill all my lipsticks on our floor. You're so like a child! Should I kiss you or slap you?
I'm cooking your favorite supper, Spaghetti with tomato sauce. You place your finger in it and taste it. Should I kiss you or slap you?
Are you my boy, or are you my man? Are you so little or so mature? Do you hug teddy bears or me? Do you keep dirty hands or wash them?
Well, Teddy bears or me, Sublime or silly, Doesn't seem to matter to me.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1028 I ALWAYS want to KISS you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1029 Shoveling Snow
Shoveling Snow
Ha, ha, I shoveled snow, Then from the shovel, Threw it all over you. You smacked me with a snowball as large as a pumpkin.
We tangled up and mangled up, And together rolled in the cold, Andlaughed out loud, In spite.
Were we children or grown ups, One of a kind. We didn't care, For these moments were fine.
So make a pumpkin sized snowball, And hit me with it, And I'll break it with, A huge shovel through it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1030 Showflakes
Snowflakes
The snowflakes came down In a deafening silent fury. The blanketed the ground And fell silent on it.
Their meaning lay in their hurry. They were trying to reach God's Heaven In a way Never before seen or heard.
These snowflakes wanted to silence The world The world in it's eternal flames Burning in a noisy hurry.
For the future of man Was burning away in a madness no one could imagine. The snowflakes came down In a deafening silent fury.
It doused out man's crashing flames.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1031 Siddhartha
We brought him silken robes and golden shoes, He gave us a wanderer's clothes. I looked at this and liked it.
We brought him the richest foods and drink. He gave us alms. I looked at this and liked it.
We gave him a palace filled with dancers. He gave us a best friend. I looked at this and liked it.
We gave him a reason to start battle against us. He gave us release from our egos. I looked at this and said 'oh wow.'
We gave him all our chaos. He gave us meditation. I did blissful meditation.
We gave him back our newly reached state. He joined us in our meditation. I found happiness resides within.
And the peaceful prince who taught me. Who was the gentle prince.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1032 Sides
Ran
She started running through The grass Not knowing why. Not asking why.
She just ran and ran As if to say something was chasing her. She herself didn't need any reason to run. And opposite side of her, came a runner you see.
This runner just ran and ran too. They ran past each other. They never knew they were made For each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1033 Signature
I pen my signature, Everywhere I go. Strangers read it, And the ones I know.
I place my signature, On the beach sand. My signed letters, Go hand in hand.
Where I write it, In the white and blue, Where I on the sky, I drew.
My signature is, Memorized in my pen. It's memorized by, All the things I pen.
My signature is written, In the ocean blue, Too, And it's written, Through and through and through, For all the world to read.
I love my signature.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1034 Silent Story
Words bounced around my brain. They caused no sunshine, Only rain.
These words struggled, To emanate. They were words at any rate.
But they struggled, To get into poetry form. They struggled into a mental storm.
Still the story couldn't come out. It stayed in the writer's mind. This story was a one of a kind.
Then one day, The writer sat down, In the words that were coming out.
The words became a story that everyone read out loud.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1035 Silly Chair
Silly Chair
Whenever I sat down on this silly chair, It swirled around in a hurry. It didn't matter if it made My head so whirly.
What it was trying to accomplish I could not fathom. It just did it did When it wanted.
I never understood it's direction. Why was it always in a whirl? I understood it's effect on me. I was always in a swirl.
This chair's magic was a silly one. It's intentions none. It's message to me was None.
Why it's intentions were that way I knew very well. I only conjectured It was just a silly chair.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1036 Silver Reflectors
Yeah, beginning story tellers, As numerous as orange fruit on boughs. Sore-throated singers to listen to, And I listen, You make a first class fool out of me, oh Maggie.
True, you've seen them all, Maybe you have. Sure I've seen them, Seen singers, well....
But today alone prevails With jammed empty streams Ice and no lite.
Yeah, yet they rite on and sing, As if no more time is left, And they scream they got 'nothing in the world.' Sure, aha, I see girls holding on to their boyfriends.
Torn shoes with holy clothes, Colored rags of flash and flash on entertainers. Do they know what they are singing about? Sure, we've all seen love and yet..
One can repeat the swame mistakes all, Over, again, silver reflectors, Shattered mirror, Can't think coherently. Same mistake
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1037 Simmingly Blankness Of Things
The Seemingly Blankness of Things
The seemingly blankness of things, Made my mind so confused. I thought profusely About this thing and that.
I was depressed for yours And blank for a whole day. I didn't expect the universe to pay For my malady.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1038 Simple Lined
A Simple Verse
A simple worded verse, Is not worse, Than the celebrated large one.
In it's simplicity, The words in clarity, And so the verse is meaningful.
A simple worded verse, Is not worse, Than the celebrated large one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1039 Sing With The Music
Sing with the music, sing high and low sing with the music so that I will know. So that I will know what is truly in your heart. Sing your own song and all will take part.
Pick up the pieces, from the floor and then, You can start a song that will have a happy end. Forget everything, you have ever felt, Become a part of music and let your soul melt.
Sing with the music, sing high and low, Sing with the music so that I will know. So that I will know what is truly in your heart. Sing your own song and all will take part.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1040 Sing Your Own Special Music
Sing high with the music, Sing happy and sad, Sing with the music, About the best you've ever had.
If life not sung at all, If life not celebrated, If your life not sung, Then surely please hurry and sing,
All about your own life's dance and song.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1041 Single
I talk to the walls, And sing to myself while cooking. No children in the house to sing to. No beau to hmm to.
I have to shower in the bathroom, With no one to shout, To get out. I am alone.
I am lonely? I am alone? Am I on my own?
Which way you look at it, I stand alone.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1042 Sixty
The Clouds Went By
The clouds went by, And they were of different hues, Each reflecting the sun, At another angle.
It seemed my days went by, And they were of different moods, Each reflecting, What the mind said.
I wonder if all thoughts, Are like clouds going by. It seems to me, They're all different from each other.
The clouds and the thoughts, Were me all together. They were all beautiful, And they were all me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1043 Sky Windows
Windows of the sky, The scene does not lie. With people working behind them. The truth of the landscape below them,
The clouds at skyscraper height, The skyscraper at clouds height. The co-mingling of nature and man. This is how their story ran.
I look out of my sky window glass. I see humanity below me. They watch above to observe me. We're separated by heights, But we're one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1044 Sky Blue
Tree Trunks
Tree trunks, tree trunks, Everywhere I looked. They supported the tree. They supported the forest.
Their forest they belonged to, Was made of mist. The tree's leaves attested that, It was true.
Squirrels ran up and down, With their soft paws on the trunk. The forest was their home too. The squirrels ate their food.
This forest full of trunks, Was the precious home of many, Animals and plants. The tree trunks were their home.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1045 Sky High
My eyes caught a bird wing flying sky high. My feet scaled a mountainside sky high. The clouds rambled on in the sky high. My spirits rose sky high.
You were my inspiration. You were my darling man. You made me see the world, From vistas sky high.
One day, when I sat on your lap, You whispered light things to me. Your passionate ways moved me, To positions sky high.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1046 Sky Lace
Sky lace, You're not for sale. You're freezing and delicate. You're so frail.
You land on my caressing hand, And I let you stay there. Sky lace your design is brilliant.
Your heavenly, Trajectory, Made me, Wonder a lot.
Why when you land on Earth, You're designed by snow a lot, To be so lovely, By an artist you were taught.
To be so breathtakingly pretty. I look up and see, Not one snowflake, not two snowflakes But three.
Oh delicately designed heavenly lace.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1047 Skylark's Song
Skylark's Song
It's wing span glided through The ocean breeze. The skylark's song Spoke it's meaning.
The life events were good. The happiness stood On it's own. I was independent.
The skylark's song Was beautiful in it's own way. To this I had everything to say.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1048 Sleepiness
My sleep wasn't a dream last night, Even though it's content deemed so bright, Even though it's quality was great, This sleep wasn't a dream last night.
What was needed was a story line. I seemed to make it totally mine, The story line made it so very nice, This sleep that I dreamt would suffice.
I dreamt that this world turned peaceful. This world was with love so full. This world was so beautiful, This world was at peace.
Now this world was dreaming, A dream of peace. It's sleep lead to a dream, Of beauty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1049 Smile And Slap
When I smiled at you, you slapped me. I wondered at you, what a way to be. I never knew that this could be. And in me I wanted to slap you too.
However, it seemed that the ravaged, Warrior had slaps inside of him too. A plethora of insults fuming in you too. But you took it out on me.
It seems to me that if I slapped you back. There may be in my wisdom a lot to lack. It would seem in my wisdom, I would be on the wrong track. But I didn't care either way.
What I wanted to tell him, I rather not say.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1050 Smile Behind The Sadness
That smile behind that sadness, Was existing forever, In a sunny place, Where heaven dwelt amongst light.
For if we were to cry continuously, Then nature would bow now and do the same. All mankind would cry simultaneously, And the spirit of nature would destroy, All the inborn happiness of all in all of us.
Why do we cry then, humankind? Why do we in bombs and explosions, Feel joy in, In bad choices dwell in?
Why do we do heinous acts continuously? Why put dissatisfaction in others' lives, Why rivalry and distrust all around. We love to play power and competition.
Because we never care to bring out the beautiful. That smile behind that madness. That smile behind that sadness. The smile of the everlasting and showing gladness.
The smile that shown in a sunlit place, Inside us always.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1051 Smilng In The Sunlight
Tree
Tree
I climbed you when I was A smiling girl. Your large smile lifted me up, As your branches did too.
The shade you gifted me From the spreading sunlight. Sunlight you are My large branches and my small but uplifting sweet.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1052 Snow
Snow
I loved the snow And the snow loved me. Together we were a mystery. Together we sang and danced merrily.
Songs were written about the snow And me I was dancing in a flow. Snow flakes decided it was their turn To come down heavy so that I could learn.
And learn did I That the snow and I Would always remain friends Till the very, very end.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1053 Snow Angels
Snow Angels
I saw all ten of them Arranged in a circle you see. One of the snow angels was me. I laid down around the circle of angels.
The nine other children Fluttered their legs and arms. They made snow angels Out of them.
But ooops, what do I see? I saw some of them swooping at me. These angels wanted to save me from strife. They ignited love and light in my life.
The ten angels that we were, Were made up of snowy shapes. They were all fluttering now To fly around the snowy landscape.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1054 Snow Fairies
Snow Fairies
I shoveled snow so fast at my door And the snow fairies twirled around me. This circle of beauty and joy Made me wonder why.
What did I do so good To deserve this God's blessing? I spoke to the fairies out loud To ask them about their dancing.
The fairies kept twirling around me In a Heavenly gorgeous whirl. They did not answer me at all But they kept hearing my call.
Finally, one said that I was beautiful And that all humans were so. So the fairies all danced in happiness In this winter land covered with snow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1055 Snow Powder And Ice
Snow Powder and Ice
My happy hand reached up to shake, A branch laden with snow powder. Indeed it seemed that God did make, The snow that on me showered.
Sheets of round ice, Showed reflections all around it. It caused the pretty fairy's smiling face, To be shining in it.
It seemed the snow powder, Belonged to the fairies. I could see her smooth skin, Worked with the flower puff it carries.
My breath so warm and smooth, Blew forth, In a hazy mist. And there it swirled and swooshed in the cold mist.
I knew this land was not for me. It belonged to the fairies, For the fairy's dances and swirls, Reflected in the ice mirrors they carried.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1056 Snowballs
Snowballs
My dream was to throw snowballs around, And so many abound. They were shaped round, And I threw them fast,
These white round things, Flew around as if they had wings. I made some more, And then some more.
Soon the other kids joined me, And started pelting the trunk of a tree, As I watched in glee. I watched snowballs thrown everywhere.
I threw ten snowballs, Then I threw twenty. I threw them and threw them, A plenty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1057 Snowballs In The Air
Snowballs
They crisscrossed through the sky so white. Everything in the sky was whitish bright. I liked the children laughing away While they pelted each other throughout the day.
The snowballs hit the boy so small. It him on his coat so long. The snowballs hit the girl so hard. She laughed and screamed and wasn't scared.
It seemed the snowballs had a flight of their own. They watched the children small then grown. Each year the snowballs saw kids play In the darkening of the winter's day.
The winter days were full blown While the gales in the sky swiftly did roam. The snowballs laughed and giggled so Speeding fast as kids flung them in the snow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1058 Snowing
Raining
Raining so hard, so hard. Why won't the pain stop? It rains in my heart. It rains on my window pane.
I usually love the rain, With it's freshness on the grass. But right now, My heart feels like shattered glass.
We made this world a better place, When our friendship was sunny. Our egos though destroyed it. We paid the price for it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1059 Snowman
Snowman
I made snowmen galore. It was a snowy lure To pick-up snow And pack it up tight.
First the snow had to be rolled In a not so big a ball. Then it had to be rolled Into a larger one, not small.
The carrot pair nose And the eyes made of coals And the scarf made of wool Made the snowman so white.
I liked my snowman so much That I hugged and kissed him a lot. So he crumbled and fell apart But I still kissed him, then all his parts I sought.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1060 So Fast
He ran so fast, I turned green with envy. You see I didn't like, The front space, Between I and he.
He ran even faster, I frowned even harder. I wanted to tell him to stop, By standing in front.
Well, try as I may, He perserverd, I learned my lesson well, When my thoughts would dwell, That it wasn't mine to, Try to stop him.
He ran faster yet.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1061 So Many Words And Letters
Quad Trillion
Amongst the quad trillion books Written by global sages How many words And many letters do you think they used?
The wisdom and imagination of so many Authors, newsmen and poets Must be hard to guess. I wonder how much.
The quad trillion books Of ages gone by Have enriched our minds so much. We have been educated as such.
We read, then write even so slight. Even we learn how to from the sages Our civilization has been enriched Through the use of words through the ages.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1062 Society
I met the anti-disestablishmentarism, Early on in life. With the norm turned against the warned. It was a revolution torn charm.
The protest signs went up and down. The torn blue jeans, Meant blue was the color of revolt. But what did people mean?
Should the ties of past, Go fast? Should governments, Be shook and looked at with disdain?
I only know that only, Were we at war against the universe. But we half won, half lost.
Blue was the color of revolt. The color of anti-society.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1063 Soft
I drank soft water. Then some soft orange juice. I liked them both.
I ate soft ice-cream, Then soft vanilla cake, That some cook did bake.
I smelled the soft petal, Of a rose, It's sweet aroma delighted, My nose.
I held you one day, Oh soft baby of a kind. The baby in the image of my mind.
And then, oh softest baby, You came out into this world, And you softened it with your, Baby sweetness, Your soft baby charm.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1064 Solar Power
Solar Power
When your heart is broken, And the body aches, Sit in the sun, And solar power take.
I sat on the beach, And I sat tired. I lost all my energy, But I got solar powered.
When you became my friend, And my lover in the end, It was solar power, That we enjoyed.
Solar power came to play, When nothing else went my way. Solar power, call it so, And the brightness to you it will show.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1065 Someone
You are someone, The one that you like. The one that you speak of, So fondly, so much.
You are the someone, The one who is your precious The one who you hug and kiss, The one who you carry around.
You are the someone, Whose presence seems all, The one who's mirror shows beauty, The one who's presence is perfect.
I am someone, Who loves you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1066 Something Hidden
I gaze into people's eyes, And see their hidden despises, And spurn them for Whatever they've done to me.
Not seeing or hearing their laughter, They laugh without smiling after, I see no sense in reaching out, To hear their calling voices.
I see his arms held out to me, To give Shelter like a great big tree, But there's something hidden behiind his face, And I do not want to go closer.
Oh I knew those things before, They were called love which came after war, But now there is only war all over, I don't think there is time for love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1067 Song
Sing along with me, And I'll show you, The most vocal delight. You'll enjoy it.
Sing along with me, And you'll hear, The most melodic tune ever. That ever will go on and on.
If you know how to sing, Then spread the notes to the people. Sing out loud and clear. Then all will sing with you and cheer.
Sing as you heard, A bird, Singing from it's tree, Singing out it's bird's heart to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1068 Song In My Dream
Song in my Dream
Song in my dream Spoke to me of love gone right! It was a dream of dreams The song of songs.
Your song in my dreams Meant you loved me so. I love you so As you loved me.
This song with pretty notes Played up and down melodies. It played so long and so soft It erased out all my maladies.
As I dreamt of you a new song came. It's meaning and the word almost the same. It made my love for you stronger. We were no longer but together.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1069 Song That, S New
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter what tunes he played, It was a new song.
This bird twittered loudly, And his song was shrill. This bird sang softly, And his song then got still.
No matter which way, That songbird sang, No matter which tunes he played, A brand new song here laid.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1070 Song To Thee
Oh my God, Oh my God, You have made the lilies white, You have made the evening light, And the perfume in the air.
Yes my Lord, yes my Lord, And we praise your very life. We talk about strife, That the world would be without.
Oh my God, oh my God, You have made the sliver stream, You're the flower in my dream, And I sleep in the midst of love.
Yes my Lord, yes my Lord, Some people say you're not so, You're not anywhere they go, And they do not see any love.
Oh my God, oh my God, Who made all the world and thee. Who made all the life and me, Your're the only friend I know.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1071 Songs
I Played
I played to the stars, Then to the moon. My guitar reflected off the streams. I even played in my dreams.
When I played to nature, It seemed like Heaven. I suspected that Nature loved my music.
I always played my guitar, To the birds that flew. Into the sky they went. To them I music lent.
I and my guitar, Will always play. We will play away. We will play away.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1072 Songs Of Rapture
The rapture of the birdsongs, Cleared the air near the clouds. For they sang on and on, So long, so long. It mattered not who, Heard their song, For their song, Belonged, Everywhere and anywhere they sang. In the rapture of the air and clouds, Their clear songs rang. For the meaning of their song, Was just so. They meant words of long ago. But they meant words of tomorrow. They meant words of right now. For the air and clouds were right now. And so, the rapture of the birdsongs, Cleared the air near the clouds, And sang songs of right now.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1073 Sounds
The clanging bells, the chiming chimes, The pitter-patter of tiny feet. The flowing of water out of the jug. The coffee sloshing around in the mug.
I hear and I hear and I am charmed, With all the sounds, All around. I hear and hear and hear all the sounds.
The screech of car wheels, On pavement so loud. The people talking aloud, In a crowd.
I just listen and listen to all the sounds, All the sounds around. In God's Heavenly sounds, Are the flutter of angel wings all around.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1074 Space
The tesseract of time, Enveloped the galaxy, As this time, Occupied the many.
Clusers of stars, Awaiting it. It seemed space is all, The stars needed.
To show up their shiny selves.
The hour glass tilted, Into a vast tesseract of time. It's endless and beginless, Tilt horizontal now, Spoke of endless time.
A black eternity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1075 Spaceship
He took a whirling, Spaceship ride swirling, Into a galaxy there.
He took the spaceship, Through the galaxy, And went awhere where.
He turned around the spaceship, Backing out of the galaxy, And in the black horizon he didn't see.
The oncoming spaceship, Of the other galaxy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1076 Speed
Speed
Try as I may, I couldn't run. I could only stride, one leg by one. I tried to hop and jump and skip. I couldn't run and I had to quit.
One day, I decided to totally give up. I lay there flat in the dirt. On my back I could see, I had given up on me.
But I started to roll over, And turn around to stand. I was exuberant but tired on the other hand. I slipped again down on the sand.
But something in me, Said get up. It was a commend to myself, That I couldn't give up.
Now I stood up and now I ran.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1077 Spirit
A Different Way to Drive
I loved to drive zig-zag on a straight path way. What was the meaning of that? To break a law? This was not my spirit.
What went inside my soul, Was the true spirit. The true road to happiness, Was to drive by the truth of the road.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1078 Splash
Splish, splash of the water, Going down the waterfall. I opened my mouth and drank some. A spray of water landed in my mouth.
Splish, splash of the water, Going down a lovely stream. I dipped my leg in the water. It felt cool and in like a dream.
Spish, splash of the water, Bubbling over the rocks. I ran over some of them. I ran over the bubbly rocks.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1079 Splish Splash
Splish splash, I was wettig my lash, Cuz I needed to wash my face. And I did it so smoothly.
Splish splash, I was stomping in a puddle. In the middle of the day. Under the new sun's day.
Splish splash, I was wetting my umbrella, While running through the water, With my delightedly screaming daughter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1080 Splish,
Splish, splash of the water, Going down the waterfall. I opened my mouth and drank some. A spray of water landed in my mouth.
Splish, splash of the water, Going down a lovely stream. I dipped my leg in the water. It felt cool and in like a dream.
Spish, splash of the water, Bubbling over the rocks. I ran over some of them. I ran over the bubbly rocks.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1081 Splish, Splash
Splish, splash of the water, Going down the waterfall. I opened my mouth and drank some. A spray of water landed in my mouth.
Splish, splash of the water, Going down a lovely stream. I dipped my leg in the water. It felt cool and in like a dream.
Spish, splash of the water, Bubbling over the rocks. I ran over some of them. I ran over the bubbly rocks.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1082 Spoke To Me
Spoke to Me
The green leaf spoke to me. It was covered with soot. It's paler didn't seem too smooth. The black smoke like layer didn't suit it much.
The leaf showed me around. The pollution did abound. It asked me what the meaning was Of so many cars and such.
I could not answer with dignity. You see it was all about money. More stores, more factories, more... I could not admit to the leaves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1083 Spring Bird
Spring Bird
The spring bird sent a message Of prettiness and warmth of spring. It sang of gregarious things Like the whole spring choir.
All the birds in flight and on branches Sang and did their own special dances. They sang special songs of their own And then flew away with soaring wings.
The messages were loud and clear. They appeared in songs so dear. Spring had sprung so naturally And spring sprang so merrily.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1084 Sprinkles
Sprinkles of rain, And sprinkles of showers, Sprinkles of stars, Are sprinkles of power.
I thought one sprinkle, Would do it for me today. But I stayed to get more, Maybe I would find more in the sun's happy ray.
Red, yellow and chocolate, Sprinkles, Danced on my cake, Which with sprinkles I did bake.
Sprinkles of confetti, Spoonfuls of it. Sprinkles of fire flames, When it was lit.
The sprinkles of my life have lit it up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1085 Squirrels And Bunnies
My feet skipped rapidly over, The heaps of leaves in the forest. They skipped so fast, They were running without rest.
I loved the forest. I took a tumble, Over squirrels and bunnies, And back to my tumble.
Squirrels and bunnies, You make my day, Spent in the forest, Gay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1086 Stand-Still Picture
And while it flashed I saw it, The man with a black profile on orange fire. A stand-still picture and it was lit, We all soon from war retire.
His paralyzed form fell onto the ground, And there he made his final grave. Shells all around his suspended - blew around, Are all the soldiers brave?
Yet we all talk of glorious war, And a brave new world, the battle ground. The running soldier with his gun wants more, As he poses still without a sound.
And four children half-clothed, half bare, Show their running agonized still-picture forms, And napalm on their skin and hair, They scream in suspension like windy storms.
But one day the stand-still picture soldier, Comes back to his homeland. All the smoke of war is smoldered, They treat him like a super man.
Well this is all I can handle, Enough stories about war, I must close the magazine and blow out the candle, And someone is waiting at my door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1087 Stars Way Up Above The Sky
Stars Way Up Above the Sky mADE ME SING AND MADE ME SIGH. i CRIED AND SANG ALL NIGHT LONG.
THE STARS DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1088 Started From The Start
Started from the Start
It started from the start. The feelings of depression Were those of sadness and inner destruction. But they led to nowhere.
It started from the start. The feelings of happiness Were those of brightness and light. And they everywhere.
It started from the start. The meditative art in me Was that of inner blankness And it brought me peace and tranquility.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1089 Stayed In My Heart
These stories stayed in my heart, For as long as I can remember. So many of them, That I could see them, hear them and touch them.
So many piercing my heart.
Some stories could not end, Some could not their message send. Some of them could not be read. Some of them could not be heard.
Yet they all had a beginning, They all had a conflict And they all had an ending.
These were all stories, With there own individual glories.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1090 Steps
Well, I took three steps forward, And three steps back. I took three to the left, And four to the right.
My steps climbed mountains, My steps forded streams, My steps took giant leaps, In multi-colored dreams.
It happened to be, That the steps, I took for me, Were the steps I took, For you.
When we danced together, On the dance floor.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1091 Storm
Channel 2 weather forecast, Predicted a little storm. I never believed it's magnitude. The weather was very warm.
And now it caught speed, Of a kind I knew. It twirled the hair, On the top of my head, 'How queer, ' I said.
The storm was mighty, It blew bikes and buses around. It blew in volumes and volumes, Of crazy sound around.
I enjoyed this storm, And my wet skin. I was sad when it stopped, It's rawness of wild wind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1092 Storm In Your Eyes
Thunder in Your Eyes
I look and I see, A storm in your eyes. It makes me wonder why. You caught me by surprise.
Your visage was so calm yesterday, But today winds blow violently in your eyes. What did I do to you to deserve this? I figured you saw me with another man.
I look and I see, A storm in your eyes. It makes me wonder why. I don't understand your stormy eye.
Oh, I think I know why. You misunderstood the man I was with. It was my teacher from college you know. And now I told you, your eyes just glow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1093 Storyteller
Storyteller, tell us our story, The only one we wish to hear. The storyteller knew their own, Stories they held dear.
These stories he was going to tell, Were held in his heart so well. He began with one and then another. He began to speak then.
Each child, brother, sister, Lover and friend, Stood so perfectly still. The intensity of listening was so still.
The story man spoke stories, Of their hearts, of their souls and their spirits. He spoke of their past, present and future. These stories were of childhood, Of aging and of mystery.
A man yelled and asked the storyteller, How do you know these stories, Because they're mine? Then the crowd yelled and they're mine too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1094 Stranded
Stranded
I was stranded in a parking lot today And I thought no one cared I say. But a woman locking up the store you see Recognized my malady.
She sat in the empty parking lot And pleased me with many comforting thoughts She calmed me down a whole lot. I thought this woman had empathy I sought.
This woman was one of a kind But to this others were blind. In the empty parking lot the cold wind blew But this woman giving comfort knew.
I thanked here profusely you know. She thanked me while the cold wind did blow. Our new kinship mattered a lot It was the friendship that I sought.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1095 Streak
Streak in the sky, Looking down on me. Streak in heaven, On blue on blue I see.
Streak of an airplane exhaust, The plume in the sky. Makes me wonder Makes me sigh.
That which streak looks better, Which unseen. The streak of blue and pink Inbetween.
Streak, you are beautiful, Against the evening sky.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1096 Streets Of New York
Santa Claus on the corner, Of Sak's Fifth Avenue. The ardor or winter, Of Christmas grew.
The lights of the city, Blazed so bright. It was me and Christmas, All night tonight.
I took the decorated subways so fast. It reached my destination at last. I couldn't reach the sidewalks so quick. But I did reach them in a blink.
Wow! It was Christmas in NYC. All decorations. How pretty can they be. That God for New York City. It brought me the happiness that could be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1097 Strides
He strode along with his large boot size, His demeanor so laid back. His large hands spoke to me of simplicity, As shown his aspect.
When he spoke, he skirted somewhat of a smile, And his words were at once simple and wise. He was a man I surmised, To fall in love with.
This man's concept of love though, Seemed deeply internalized, Kept far away from the world, And that spoke to me of his simplicity.
His attention on sports, And the simple things in life, Made a as a zither in the air. I wish he and I could become a pair.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1098 Sublime Red
On horizon, Made my heart, Beat red.
The days of my life, Rolled on as they may, But the sublime red, On horizon, Stayed.
One day my heart broke, No it shattered. Pain, so much pain, That it didn't even matter.
The blood horizon, Said to me, Too merrily.
It mocked me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1099 Submission
Submission was a problem, You entered my life, It caused so much strife. You took over me.
Submission was the problem. I didn't wish to give in to you. I didn't want to do, All you asked me to.
Submission was the problem, Now which way do I go, My decision came slow.
I left you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1100 Submission 2
My submission to a human, And my submission to God. They both went separate ways. They were like night and days.
I submitted to you, And the resulting fact, Was that you didn't appreciate anything, That fit my act.
I submitted to you, Almighty one. It occurred the way it should've been. My soul did Heaven's course run.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1101 Submission Was Not A Problem
Neither the heartfelt words. The proximity to the world, Were the culprit to my writing, The writing that was in attention, To my feelings.
Submission was not a problem For submitting my heart to a publisher, Meant the world could, Be witness to my real me.
Submission was a problem, Because I could be rejected, By a publisher.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1102 Submit
Submit
I submit to the beauty in all this world Along with romance in it. This Earth size an oil painting what a painting. I submit to beauty, I want to submit to it.
I submit to all the governments of the Earth But to this I am cautious and I stay this way.
I am submitting to this right now. I lost my job One I held for ten years ago And hold one not.
this above is fictious.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1103 Substitute
Substitute
I tried to substitute marriage For love. And it didn't work.
All substitutes do not Work for all reasons. Substitutes are not the real thing.
I tried to substitute marriage For love. This didn't work at all.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1104 Success
He knows success, She knows success. You do, And they do.
I don't know success. I'm not a hard worker. You see, being lazy, Is my craft. So I don't know success.
Oh, I know success. I know it newly experienced. I worked hard, And I succeeded.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1105 Such A Rush
Such a rush on my board. The roar of the white and blue. Heaving my board up and down, The bedazzled spray all around.
I was the surfer the best I could. I was the surfer as much as I could. The sway of my hips, The spray on my lips.
The surfing water fizzled and splashed. The surf ran this way and that. My surf board turned left then right. My surfing world was sprightly and bright.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1106 Sugar
Sugar
I saw some in brown, Some in white, Some in confectioner’s delight. I saw it on the baby’s mouth.
I tasted it in a banana, I savored it on a cooky. I tasted in a cake, That they freshly did bake.
I saw it in my lover’s smile. I saw sugar in my baby’s eyes. I saw it in my friends’ faces, Of sugary moments of love’s traces.
Yellow colored lemonade on a hot day, Red colors of a sugary watermelon slice. Which to my hungry tongue entice.
I have the sugar cane to thank, The mystery of all this world’s sugar sweetness. Would exude to man’s nature, To help make sweet, The lives of each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1107 Sun Glasses
Sun Glasses
I started wearing sun glasses, When I met you. I started smiling back, When you looked at me.
When you lover struck glances Moved everything in me, I helped me Fall in love with you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1108 Sunlit Butterfly
Sunlit Butterfly
Sunlit butterflies of my youth. I was five years old then In a privately landscaped city In a heavenly place.
I returned thirty years later And one butterfly of the same kind Flew next to my bus window Then disappeared.
It reminded of my childhood When I pinched it's wings for a while And the buttercup like yellow butterfly's Wing powder stayed on my little fingers.
That butterfly's children's child Came to my bus to say hi As if to remind me of my youth In that privately landscaped city.
Then the bus just drove by And I sadly said goodbye To the child of that butterfly Who's yellow powdered wings pinched in my childhood.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1109 Sunshine
We baked a cupcake, In some sunshine today. It tasted so good, It was sunshine food.
It put me in a sunshiny mood.
The sunshine today bathed, My back in sunny warmth, At the beach, To my warm body to reach.
This put me in a sunshiny mood.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1110 Sunshine Blew Around
The sunshine blew around, And dazzled the breeze. The cloud stopped it's rain shower, With great ease.
The sunshine asked the breeze, Would you be my girlfriend? The breeze asked the sun, Would you be my boyfriend?
And so the sunshine and the breeze, Blew around and dazzled. They razzled and dazzled each other
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1111 Sunshiny Surf
Sunshiny surf, Inundated my eyes. I saw all the gold on Earth. I saw all the pure water.
Sunshiny surf, Spoke to me. It told me it made fresh sounds, And sound crashes all around.
Sunshiny surf, Was the most beautiful part of my dream, Except I couldn't figure out who made it, Till I tilted my head upward.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1112 Surf And Sand
Surf and Sand
Surf and sand Teased each other All day long. They belonged with each other.
The surf billowed in the sand Crossing borders who never knew Except Those two.
Surf and sand Were happy together. The sand lay quietly there While the surf churned over it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1113 Surfer
The wave hit big time. Crashes of water, Crashes of water, Crashes of water.
The surfboard swung, The sea song sung. The beat of the board, So sure, On the shore.
The girl jumped off, On her sandy beach. Water perfection, Was within her reach.
The surf churned blue and white, What a gurgly, crashing site. And she felt everything was right, When standing on her surfboard.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1114 Surfer Girl
Surfer girl. She goes swoosh-swish. Totally tubular now just as in her wish. The blue white foam and watery tunnel, At velocities higher, forming a funnel
Surfer girl. You're pretty too, To surf so hard as you do. The balance of your body so trembling, The balance of your body so needing.
You you look at the horizon, With your surfboard under your arm. But now look! The swisher is gone. But here comes a new wave but no cause for alarm.
Surfer girl. You've got everything it takes.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1115 Surfer's Wave
The surfer looked at me. My gaze looked at The waves behind him. My pupils transfixed.
My eyes scanned the horizon, But I still didn't understand, His charming surfer's smile, His surfboard on the sand.
Our eyes with wave images in both. Drew us closer. We made friendship on the beach, Heaven's blessings sent to each.
I waved bye to the surfer, I thanked him for his stay. I asked if our friendship would continue. But he didn't want to say.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1116 Swaying In The Breeze
Flower blossoms dropped from above, My symbols of springtime love. The tree swaying in the breeze, Spoke of all it had with ease.
The tree's soft message was now sent, About how it's life was meant, To protect and nurture others, In a lifetime of now and the future.
This message wasn't mediocre, This message wasn't mean. It was not about a well meant scheme. It was about how this tree was made, To help those sitting in it's shade.
I looked up at it's branch, And trunk and leaf. The tree educated me in brief, That life's branches were numerous.
That life's roads were never ending. And life's adventures were everlasting, When embarking upon these branching roads.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1117 Sweet
Chocolate truffles and lollipops. Chocolate bundt cakes and large cakes. Chocolate cocoa drinks and Herman drinks. Chocolate shavings and icing to boot.
Lemon drops and lemonade, Lemon cough drops and lemon meringue.
Stawberry shortcake and chocolate dunked strawberries. Chocolate dipped cherries and marachino cherries. Strawberry icing and strawberry bundt cake. And apple orchards and pear trees, And sugar cane fields.
I ate and drank aaaaaalllll this today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1118 Sweet Bird Of Mine
You twitter from the branch, Just above my house, And make everything lithe and bright. You are my bright light.
You flap your small wings, Your twitter rings, Through my ears, And your wings across my eyes.
Twittering bird, You merrily dance, On the floor of dirt, You happily prance.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1119 Sweet Pea
You run around the floor. You knock on the nursery door. Your rattle being dragged from a dirty mouth. Your baby garments dragged on the floor.
You're the baby I asked to be born. You hold your milk bottle at a slant. Your drool is the most innocent, You do.
Baby, sweet pea, You are near and dear to me. You are a love's epitomy. But baby from my arms, Don't flee.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1120 Swooned
Swooned
I swooned over the Australian surf And baby kangaroos there. I swooned over the Eifel Tower And France's crepe suzettes.
I loved and swooned over the Mexican sombrero And liked eating their enchilada. I swooned over California's funshine And went surfing there too.
But most of all, I swooned over you Because I never saw anyone like you. I fell in love with you And you in love with me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1121 Sword That Wielded The Hand
It's trajectory, The hand did not know. The left and the right. The up and the side swipe.
The hand to the sword yielded. The sword to the hand wielded. The back and forth exchange, The motion that would later change.
The destruct of soldiers, On perilous grounds, As they moved along, Ominously black frontiers.
The sword wielded, The soldier's hand. It's trajectory moving wild, In an unpredictable land.
The hand asked the sword, 'Why are you moving me, In a way I don't wish to, The soldier asked as his anxiety grew.
'Why do you force me to, Side slice, thrust forward, Move to the left and to the right? Why do you plunge into someone's blood? '
The sword answered, 'it is your perception, That I cause the carnage, When it is you who do it,
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1122 Because you want to.'
With self-understanding, And a blood dipped sword, The hand dropped it, As the sword stood still.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1123 Symmetry
I looked into my mirror, Smiling wide. I saw myself in halves.
I looked at a circle, And folded it in half. That made me laugh.
I skateboarded down, A smooth and hard sidewalk. I stayed in the middle line.
It was so symmetrical, So very fine.
The universe is a symmetry, That I folded in half today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1124 Tale
A tale of a handsome boy, And a very pretty girl, Suffice it to say, It was a handsome-pretty tale.
They hugged and kissed, And then they got married. So to this day, Their love they carried.
For one day, A boy was born, And a few years later, A girl was born.
And the parents rejoiced.
For their love bloomed, In their children. They watched them at play, And the parents kissed.
In the glory of the day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1125 Talk This Way
Talk this way. I want to say. You're a sweet talking lover. You're not like any other.
The other day, I saw you, Putting your best shoes on. It reminded me of, How you don, Your pretty clothes.
You're a smooth talker, And a sweet lover, But I must say, I have another.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1126 Tall Buildings Of York City
Buildings of York City, You scare me, Your world is virtually, Crowded with buildings.
Yet just still build and built, buildings! ! !
We're letting this happen, In the name of progress. We can't drive cars from right to left, Cars and buildings in form of regress.
Children don't play in lush green, Their playground a tragic cement scene. They hop and skip around, But not on swings, slides or playground.
They play on sheets of cement, For mothers to keep them safe, From parking lot cars, A torment.
To keep up with their childrens' safety, And possibly some other mother's liability.
Buildings of York City, Built in sci-fi age, Violations of nature, And it's natural grace.
Violations of humans, Violations of land, Violations of the Red Race, Are now violations of the Human Race.
It doesn't matter. Our children will face, A failure of the Earth's Blue, green and white environment.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1127
When the satellites provide a photo, Our sights won't believe, Nobody will hear, our too late sigh. The colors of planet Earth,
Grey, brown in sky. The oceans of the Earth, The green of the leaves, And the pure white of the cloud ridden sky, Laid down to rest forever.
Now it's time for your scientific plans. But those plans won't matter, With the pollution's earthly scatter Spreading globally around, Without a human protest found.
No other planet will be able to nuture, To save us from Earth's emergency ending future. This upcoming trend, causing messages, To each other to send.
Too late to stop the red Apocalyptic End.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1128 Tall Wall
The motorbike smashed into the wall, And did not recover the blood splattered all over it. It stood rigid and cementlike, Not engaged in the pain of another.
I thought this wall would speak words of softness. I thought this wall would says words of compassion. I thought this wall would look with sweet and quiet eyes, At the motorcyclist and his blood torn body, His blood spewn dilemna.
I couldn't believe that wall would not speak, To the man who lost everything. It was impossible that this phenomenon, Could take place on our Earth
The ignoring of the bloody and dead, Without a single lament or tear.
Over the punishment of the years.
It seemed as if time went on, The reaction would be completely gone. Once upon a time, there was a collision crash,
That meant nothing to that wall. Nor his brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews. That meant nothing to his friends, So it meant nothing to him.
But at the end of this collision, getting back up, Meant everything to him, He took a piece of chalk and wrote on the wall,
'I call you the Red Wall of Death.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1129 Tangerines And Tangelos
The flushed orange of the sun, Made me think of tangerines and tangelos. Just think, the colors so temptingly bright. The color predominating before the night.
I thought I could eat the sun so sweet, But merrily my imagination was out of reach. I thought of tangerines and tangelos, At the zenith of the horizon.
I'll show you what I mean, If you come with me. I'll walk you through some sweat. I'll walk you through the sun.
The sun as sweet as tangelo and tangerines.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1130 Teacher, Teach Me The World
Teacher, teacher, teach me the world. I want to know why it revolved and whirls. See the sky above and around? Why does it with white clouds abound?
Teacher oh teacher, teacher me the world. Why do the plants grow tall and short? Why do the oceans not have borders? Teacher can you teach me the world.
I went a walking that day I know. And there went the waterfalls torrential flow. It did me wonders of how this could be. I saw all of nature that I could see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1131 Teardrop
As the world reflected in the teardrop, The teardrop didn't speak one word, Because he was being kept busy, Crying.
The teardrop's world, Was a world of sadness. It was one of witnessing, The world's badness.
But then one day, He saw a funny scene, That caught his fancy keen, And made him the teardrop of laughter.
He laughed and laughed till he cried.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1132 Techspeak
One day, my phone engaged in TechSpeak, Technology's way to communicate. My cell phone sang like a bird, Oh how absurd.
TechSpeak, TechSpeak, Technology's way to communicate.
The car gave me a sign, Of it telling how to park, In a space parallel, To the curb.
TechSpeak, TechSpeak, Technology's way to communicate.
But the airplane I flew in, Asked me an impossible one. To help it fly in nose dive fashion. This TechSpeak had gone too far.
Now I knew there were, Many kinds of TechSpeaks. As always in anything, The one side and the other side
TechSpeak, TechSpeak, Technology's way to communicate. Technology's way to satiate, What is wants from mankind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1133 Telephone
Telephone ringing, What a wonderful sound. It rings and rings Around and around.
Telephone pick-up, I do it everyday. I then put it down, Without a say.
Telephone pick-up, Is when I get through, During a difficult day, That pays my pay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1134 Tell Me Why
Tell me why you do the things you do? Do you really want to see me blue? Instead you look the other way, You don't like me asking in the sunny day.
But you persist in your harmful ways. I don't really have that many days, For you to never to care for me. I am leaving you see.
But wait, what do I see? You're coming racing towards me, With three daisies in you hands, That you on my dress do land.
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I Am a Child
I bought apples and oranges, And rolled them down the sidewalk. All the kids did the same. We made apple juice
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1135 And orange juice, With the fruits, And our skateboards.
Tomorrow is another day. With fruits and sidewalks we will play. With money that our parents had to pay. We yelled and screamed, what else can I say? >
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1136 Tennis Player
Tennis Player
Tennis player, what do you see? You see a tennis ball coming at me. My fast reaction causes alacrity, On your side you're afraid of me.
For I play tennis at ease. For you I don't won't to appease. It's a quick game requiring speed. So hit back fast indeed.
I overstepped my line today. I didn't much attention pay. Did you like seeing my mistake? No, you just education did partake.
Tennis player. What do you see? I see a tennis ball aimed at me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1137 Tesseract
The tesseract in time, Blew away my mind, The fourth dimension of a cube. Gosh, how cool.
The time indicator, Floating diagonal in space. It's hour glass shape, Made it great.
Time's housing of galaxies, Were just amazing to me, Swirling dust and colored gas, In black, black space.
Time tesseract, be my friend.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1138 Test Poem
Test poem The mountain top's Sublime face. Of commonality didn't leave a trace.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1139 Text Savvy
I sat there at my computer, Computing thought at lightning speed, This cyber network, Could my thoughts read.
It told me of many stories, That this very owner had told it. This computer owned my soul it did. But I had forgotten everything I said to it.
My cyber stories one by one, Meandering through the network, It did run, This network message, So bright as the sun.
When I sat in a cafe, A daily customer did say, You're text savvy. I couldn't get you off your laptop, Even if I did you pay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1140 Thanksgiving;
Thanksgiving
The tables laden with food So good. This festivity With my family.
I love the gobble gobble Of the turkey at my farm. But alas, I saw them last. Oh darn it, oh darn.
Thanksgiving is a holiday, With friends. Their friendship never ends, On Thanksgiving Day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1141 That Bakery
The jelly donuts danced. The creamy white bagels pranced. The aroma of the croissants, Their flavor enhanced.
I chug-a-lugged the coffee, That swished in it's mug. The warmth of the cream, Kept sloshing in it's jug.
This bakery cafe seemed one of a kind, A kind I never could find, But I found a place to write my poems. And I wrote one-thousand of 'em.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1142 That Didn'T Seem Like You
That Didn't Seem Like You
Your great humor, And startling ways. You laugh, you scare. You're just a funny one.
You're a hard worker. You work till the day is done. Your heart seemed in the right place, Beating in a fine pace.
I understand you've been mean today. I understood you've been angry. I've never seen you upsetting another. I've never seen you bother.
That didn't seem like you. I understand life's ups and downs. But this time it was more than anger. That didn't seem like you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1143 That Door
That door I opened showed no scenery, Only that elusive, vacuous kind. The second door, The same of a kind.
I opened many a door. They reached from the heavens to the floor. But out there it was elusive. It alluded me.
I opened and slammed so many of them. They revealed scenery all the same. I couldn't by me, figure this out. I was never in. I was always out.
The action I took was of a defeated kind, Till I one day just gave up. And that is when I started to see, One huge door opening for me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1144 That Fruit
The fruit seeded, The fruit skinned, The fruit tasted sweet. It was the symbol of satisfaction, The fruit of labor done. I ate this fruit so many times. I had this fruit everyday. I made pies and tarts to this day.
This was the fruit of my labor.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1145 That Girl Informed Me
That Girl Informed Me
That girl informed me That the trees outside her window Didn't act or behave like trees And that she thought her windows were soiled.
She told me that the sky outside Looked grey-black and I needed to clean my window. I looked outside at the dirt and it look dark. I cleaned my window so avidly.
It didn't make a difference, So I walked outside my door. The same colors prevailed And I got scared.
The colors had nothing to do With the colors outside. And now that I was outside, It looked so dismal and the window looked clear.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1146 That Leaf In The Palm Of My Hand
That Leaf in the Palm of My Hand
That leaf in the palm of my hand, Look up and all around. It was a new new born baby you know. I held it like it was precious And I washed it like it was so. It's precious feel and it's color Was indeed I had ever known.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1147 That Look
Unique Way
Your substance Your unique way. I saw that in your face. Your expression never before seen in anyone.
It wasn't just infatuation. In the populace it was unique. I caught that look. I once saw this in a romance book.
But you are the one, The special one. With you this world is world nothing. You are the one and only one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1148 That Needle
That needle
That needle was not in that haystack. That needle was all over the world. We chased it inside and out. We chased it in and out.
We loved to find that needle And look all over the world But it stayed unseen forever. It stayed hidden by all means.
You see that needle had fun Watching us being perplexed. But it wanted to be found. It wanted to be free of scrutiny.
I loved to chase that needle All over this world. But oops that needle Was right beneath me all unfurled.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1149 That Puzzle
Puzzle
The funny shaped puzzle Was made up of a thousand pieces But it didn't for me at all. But life was made up of a million pieces.
I wondered whether I could Put those pieces together into One a gigantic puzzle But try as I may I couldn't.
It came to my mind That God's wish was that I would think clearly In my mind so eager.
I figured out much But I also discovered many small pieces Yet the gigantic piece of God's puzzle Was the puzzling piece of all.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1150 That Society
That society that brought harm, Didn't in any way solve problems. It didn't weapons disarm, And didn't unload arms.
That society I don't like.
That society that brought racist thoughts, And evil intentions taught, And dangerous actions brought. It strayed from good to evil.
That society I don't like.
That society that brought family downfalls, Coordinated destructive ways. Brought divorce and marital strife, And brought a poor, single wife.
That society I don't like.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1151 The Blush
He made her blush, With his gaze, So intense and beautiful. He stared at her, And couldn't believe, How innocent her eyes looked. He gazed at them, And she blushed. He realized he must, Put his arms around her, And kissed her mouth. So he did. She did so back. He made her blush. She would never let him go. He would never let her go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1152 The Chalk
The chalk seemed to work, Better than the pen today. It's straight lines and letters, Across the chalkboard lay.
It explained to the kids, Their lessons to be learned. It talked about their actions, Unfurled.
This chalk slid across, The board today and the students, Looked at it where their education lay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1153 The Contrary
Contrary
I was saying things, Contrary to my mother. I said things, Contrary to my father.
I yelled out contrary words, To my small friend. I yelled out contrary words, To my tall friend.
But I always agreed with my sweet dog.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1154 The Parrot
This bird had an attitude, Right from the start. It's bright verdure, It's cute curved beak.
I told him to say the word love, And so he recited 'love.' I asked him to say the phrase, I love you.
So he said, 'I love you.' Realizing what he said, He said, 'No I really love you.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1155 The Fall
The stand before the fall, Felt nothing much for me. The fall and it's hurt, Meant different things to me.
The fall consisted of hurt, Adventure and confusion. As I caught myself against a tree, I tightened my grip.
I swayed in a motion that gave, Into another fall still. But the way I handled it, Was the victory in the fall.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1156 The Apple Fell Into My Hands
The apple fell into my hand. And I knew what I would do with it. I collected more apples from the orchard. I was going to give them to the children.
And I did.
The children felt kind towards me, And collected apples from the same orchard, And gave them to me. My heart was filled with love for all of them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1157 The Apple Pie
The Apple
I ate the apple, In an awkward way. That is what people watching, Would say.
I baked an apple, You see. It looked delicious to me. I couldn't deny it.
I peeled an apple today. I saw the peels all shiny in their way. And the apple stood on the plate. And this apple looked naked.
I baked a cinnamon apple pie, The kind that greets the mouth and eye. The criss-cross crust I crunched. And it meltedin my mouth to munch.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1158 The Apple To The Orange
Said the Apple to the Orange
Said the apple to the orange, I don't how you taste. Asked the orange to the apple, How can you this story make?
I didn't make-up a story you know, It's just the truth of the matter. Asked the orange to the apple, How do you know.
Said the apple to the orange, It's in the color of the peel. Said the orange to the apple, It's in the taste of us fruits.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1159 The Apple Tree
The apple dropped, On my apple pie. I jumped and wondered why.
This apple liked to be, A part of it's own kind, And not hanging from a tree.
A person joined, One of it's own kind. That was good, But up to a point.
He also mixed and mingled, With all others, So he was the apple of my eye.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1160 The Ball
I jumped over the ball. Then the ball went rolling away, Even though I told him to stay. It just rolled and rolled astray.
I was even more ambitious, To use the ball in another way. I chose the cricket game, It's ball being hit by a bat.
It didn't matter now. I knew so many sports. I knew the efficacy of using all kinds of balls. I was entrenched in the fun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1161 The Bear And The Rabbit
The rabbit ran as fast, As his feet could carry him. But the bear walked, Slowly around and around him.
This rabbit was a man, Who worked in the Business District. The bear towered over him, At this same district.
But the bear was so slow, Walking around the rim. The rabbit's foot far, Out distanced him.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1162 The Bejeweled Tree
The prince's heart could not be contained. This girl, this princess filled it with overflowing love. The prince looked at her endlessly. She glanced a glance quickly.
The prince thought of things to say. So he told her she was beautiful. He told her she was kind. He told her words, one of a kind.
Still when the princess looked at him, It wasn't enough to give her a ring. So he gave her his passion, In the decoration of a huge bejeweled tree.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1163 The Bicyclist
The bicyclist rode on long, winding roads. He never looked back once. He travelled far and wide and long, Tracing roads upon roads.
This bicyclist's view of this world Was wide and in depth. He saw visions never seen by others. He saw lands galore with adventure.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1164 The Bird That Could Not Fly
The Bird that Could not Fly
It lay where the beige and the azure meet, On the coast of a great big beach. It lay so still, so still indeed, Yet a flicker of movement could it reach.
This bird could not fly, Even though it would try. But it fluttered a bit, And finally quit.
This bird has travelled from clouds to the sea. It was hard to imagine that that could be, But now it rolled over on it's wings, And spread them hard that it couldn't do such things.
This bird finally strode through the beige of the sands. It hopped and skipped at it's own strong command. It's wind fluttered by it's own sheer will. This bird was now flying.
Oh what a thrill.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1165 The Borderline
The Edge
I was born between the edge, And the operating table. I laughed when I popped out, And hugged the edge of my new world.
I drove to the edge of the cliff, And I watched my car almost dangle. It didn't fall of, So it's body didn't mangle.
I left my college assignment, Till the end of the day. For that infarction, I had to pay.
I think that living on the edge, Is fun, But having too much of it, Leaves you nothing and none.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1166 The Boy
The boy who looked at me, Never ever did see, How pretty I looked, And in a big book, How beautiful I was going to be.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1167 The Breeze
The Breeze
Oh, the breeze shook, The palms today. And this is where, The mystery lay.
In it's secret, Lay the answer. Was it warm, As the day?
The warm breeze, Blew my thoughts around. It wanted to surround, My psyche.
Oh, the breeze shook, My heart so much. It blew around the love, That lay in my heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1168 The Buddhist And I
The Buddhist and I
The Buddhist sat in Buddha pose, Under the tree. I asked him something, But he didn't recognize me.
His pose didn't let him hear me. The meditation was deep. This Buddhist then got up, And asked me if I needed something.
I told him I wanted the world. I told him I desired beautiful women, And wanted to rule over mankind. I desired everything.
The Buddhist asked me if I was happy. I said I wasn't happy at all. The Buddhist told me about, Living without attachments and that desires cause misery.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1169 The Car Drove
The red car drove in circles, This car drove in ovals. Now it drove in squares, And rectangles, And triangles galore.
But this red car, Couldn't drive in heart shapes.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1170 The Chase Is On
The chase is on, In the forest. The chase is on, The chase is on, On the freeways. The chase is on, Between brother and sister. The chase is on between, Friend and friend, It's on the street, It's in the offices.
The chase is on.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1171 The Chase Was More A Thrill Than The Catch! !
I chased this man, A long, long way. Why I did, I could not say.
Because he was a man, Amongst many, He could've been in looks, Just like any.
He could've been in his brain, Amongst men any.
Then one day, I figured it out. It gave my heart, A beating shout! !
That the thrill of the chase, Caused this handsome face. That the chasing was fun, This is what I got when the, Day was done.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1172 The Chiming Of The Bell
The Chiming Bell
It didn't seem at all That people heard it. The bell kept chiming It's message.
All who didn't hear Missed out the message Of love and endearment To be the art of life.
I heard it one day Chiming it's way. It suddenly occurred to me That the answer was of love you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1173 The Cliff
The Falling
I sped across a high, sharp cliff. I went smooth across it's rocks. The sight was lovely, The air was clear.
I almost slipped on one of my shoes. But I gained back my balance. At last, I balanced on one foot. But the sight was lovely, The air was clear, And I didn't fall.
Alas, I arrived at my destination. I ran faster now to reach it. I never did fall, As I stood over that sharp edged cliff.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1174 The Clouds Filled The Air
The Clouds Filled the Air
It was a natural beauteous day. God's touch was every day. The plants and animals celebrated But people didn't.
I deemed was seemed to be the Ruler and king of that day. This ruined every thing. The clouds filled the air.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1175 The Clouds Went By
The Clouds Went By
The clouds went by, And they were of different hues, Each reflecting the sun, At another angle.
It seemed my days went by, And they were of different moods, Each reflecting, What the mind said.
I wonder if all thoughts, Are like clouds going by. It seems to me, They're all different from each other.
The clouds and the thoughts, Were me all together. They were all beautiful, And they were all me.\\
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1176 The Color
Orange
The orange of the sunset, And the orange of the orange. I like both oranges. They are both sweet.
The orange of the flower, And of sherbet. I like both oranges. They are pretty and tasty.
The orange comes after red. It comes before yellow. If you look up in the rainbow sky. You will see it up high.
I like orange you see. It is a color that suits me. It is a color of the flames. It has many, many names.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1177 The Color Orange
Orange
The orange of the sunset, And the orange of the orange. I like both oranges. They are both sweet.
The orange of the flower, And of sherbet. I like both oranges. They are pretty and tasty.
The orange comes after red. It comes before yellow. If you look up in the rainbow sky. You will see it up high.
I like orange you see. It is a color that suits me. It is a color of the flames. It has many, many names.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1178 The Community
I needed you and you were there. You helped so many unaware. Community, you're my favorite way, To work, celebrate and play.
To work is your major goal, But together in an effort major. I believe in you community. You are absolutely believable.
Working in a community is wonderful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1179 The Cookie
The way my story went, Was a happy one, But then one day, It happened.
My life was filled with joy. I was like a child with a toy. My life moved in it's own rhythm. It moved so fast and quickly by.
But I don't know what had changed so much. Of this kind of knowledge I don't know much. My dream turned black, then black again. That's the way the cookie crumbles.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1180 The Craving
It Could Have Been
It could have been That I myself Made the mistakes In my life.
The further I got The more I wanted. The more I wanted, The further I got.
But this feeling Never stopped appealing Forever it was like alcohol's Effect on my mind.
I was addicted to more and more. It didn't matter what subject I was indeed irritated Until I stopped my inner cravings.
*** I don't drink alcohol. It's just a part of the poem. It's fictitious.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1181 The Dark Field
The Darkness of my Heart
In the darkness of the fields. In the darkness of the flowers, Lay a love so sublime, No one could see it.
I needed that love. I wanted that love. But the darkness wouldn't let me have it.
The daylight struck once again, As the darkness lifted from the fields. And I ran towards you, As you held me in your arms.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1182 The Difficult Stuff
The Difficult Stuff
Made on Earth, We sought help, For each other. We all worked together.
If all of Earth can do that, We would be man kind. But then again, I realize that it's not so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1183 The Edge
The Edge
My birth was the edge of in then out. I lay in my womb and then popped out. The edge of the razor hurt a lot. I couldn't by me figure that one out.
I paid you a pretty penny, But you were already a millionare. This was the edge of my money. This was not the land of milk and honey.
I think we live on the edge, Of life and death. How querulous can you get, Discussing that?
But the edge of love, Is the place to be. How lovely a place, That is for me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1184 The Empty Vessel
The Empty Vessel
My father, a heavy intellectual, Had no time for me. He was enraptured in his work you see. I was an empty vessel.
My husband's work require all of him. Had little time for me. He had to be in his office you see. I was an empty vessel.
My son moved away, Working hard as he could, And got married soon. I was an empty vessel.
At a later age I found out, That though I was empty and tired, I could do good deeds for my fellow Man though he might be tired too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1185 The Envelope
The Envelope
The envelope sat on my table. To pick it up I was not able, Because you see it was about you and me. Of all the things did we.
I didn't want to stuff it. I didn't want to give it it's story. I didn't want to lick it, Or put a stamp on it.
So I watched this envelope, In great anxiety, Now wanting to stuff it, With a letter written to you.
That contained a scary message, 'I love you.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1186 The Evil Night
The Evil
Oh the evil did not stay. The lollipops prevailed. The evil vanquished as last On Halloween nights' past.
Oh the evil tried to stay. The ghosts and goblins everywhere. The vampires and black spiders To blame for evil everywhere.
I sense the fun that kids had. Their pumpkin buckets filled with candy. It made Halloween a party, So sweet that evil could not last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1187 The Eye
The eye of the hurricane, Ran along with it, The hurricane carrying with it, The universe it traversed.
The speed of random destruction. The movement all over the land. The chaos all people witnessed, The storm saw what was at hand.
You're a kind of a hurricane. You first swept me away, Then whirled me in dangerous places. And pulled me apart into spaces, Where no one would ever want to go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1188 The Falling
The Falling
I sped across a high, sharp cliff. I went smooth across it's rocks. The sight was lovely, The air was clear.
I almost slipped on one of my shoes. But I gained back my balance. At last, I balanced on one foot. But the sight was lovely, The air was clear, And I didn't fall.
Alas, I arrived at my destination. I ran faster now to reach it. I never did fall, As I stood over that sharp edged cliff.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1189 The Fire That Hurt
The Fire that Hurt
I longed for you in so many different ways. The fire scorched and scalded. I brought that fire near to my soul. I thought I brought it in my mind too.
This my fire burnt the prairies. It scalded the desert black. It ran through streets, That turned a deep color.
But this burning was for you. It was too much burning. You became not a love. You became an attachment.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1190 The Flame
He sat with a paintbrush in his hand, She with a plume and paper in between her fingers. He ran his hand across a keyboard. She held a needle and a thread.
Their passion turned into their product. Their passion turned high. The flames in their hearts. The flames turned into a picture, a dress, A musical piece and a book.
The flame rose high in their heart.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1191 The Flight
I Sat on a Bird's Wing
I sat on a bird's wing, And I saw such various things. You see the bird took of, To lands not known to me.
This wings swept the sky, As this bird climbed higher than high. We both flew through the clouds. I yelled so happily out loud.
And we sped across the ocean wild. We lowered our speed mild. I almost slid off the wing. The feeling was a delirious thing.
This bird and I are in love. He took me to Heaven above. His high speed wing, Upon other things, Was upon the wing of a dove.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1192 The Fruit
The fruit seeded, The fruit skinned, The fruit tasted sweet. It was the symbol of satisfaction, The fruit of labor done. I ate this fruit so many times. I had this fruit everyday. I made pies and tarts to this day.
This was the fruit of my labor.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1193 The Full Cup
I saw it true. I saw it blue. It was truly empty I know. It was completely unseen, The contents of this cup.
I saw it true. I saw it blue. It was truly full I know. It was completely seen, The contents of this cup.
But I didn't understand, Why one cup at one time, Kept changing in time. It was my attitude I see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1194 The Fullness Of Life
The fullness of life, Sent joy throughout my being. I thought, I felt the fullness of life. It was merely my own doings.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1195 The Garden
The Garden
I was attentive to my beautiful garden. My the same with me. We played with me. We loved each other so much.
This garden was made of neurons in my brain. It lit up amongteach other And danced to the breeze there. So happy was the demeanor there.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1196 The Gates
The Gates
I entered the gate of horrid things. It boggled my mind and took flight on wings. They terrified me so. I didn't know what to do.
I entered the gate of all great things. It boggled my mind and took flight on wings. I too that flight to a higher source. To this I had no remorse.
You see, the gates of good and bad, Flew open to me if I wanted to. This time, I opened both together. The good gate stayed in my mind forever.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1197 The Gates Of Splendor
The gates of splendor Is when you walked in. The radiance of your affect Was more than I could appreciate.
Your smile most likely Reminded me everything good. It told me everything good It should.
The gates of splendor Are when you walked in. The radiance of your affect Was much I could appreciate.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1198 The Giant
Tiny Giant
Oh tiny giant of all giants, What do you feel inside? Do you feel small? Do you fee inadequate?
The tiny giant heard, All I had to ask. He didn't flinch and inch, And stood tall.
The tiny giant answered, That he was taller than, The other giants, Because his thoughts told him so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1199 The Grass
The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth, Was well used. I ran across it, All the time.
It was that green, green grass. I played ball on it, And ran fast. Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then, It was grass to walk on. We strolled across it. We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass, Was so lovely. It was the grass of older age. It was the grass of life.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1200 The Grass Of My Youth
The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth, Was well used. I ran across it, All the time.
It was that green, green grass. I played ball on it, And ran fast. Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then, It was grass to walk on. We strolled across it. We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass, Was so lovely. It was the grass of older age. It was the grass of life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1201 The Great Power
The Power worked itself in the universe. It roiled up the other smaller powers, And swirled them around the world. This world that needed power.
I observed that the rich and poor, Were both rich and poor. The poor were rich in many ways, And the rich were poor in many ways.
Everybody and everything needed the Power, All over this world. I fell down, And the Power picked me up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1202 The Green, Green Grass
The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth, Was well used. I ran across it, All the time.
It was that green, green grass. I played ball on it, And ran fast. Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then, It was grass to walk on. We strolled across it. We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass, Was so lovely. It was the grass of older age. It was the grass of life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1203 The Greens Of Life
He watched with green envy. For that I had no pity. For this green of life Knew nothing but strife.
Then he watched the green of the forest. It gave me tranquility and rest. For this green of life Knew not any strife.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1204 The Grip
The Grip
I thought that life, Was like gripping everything tight. I felt this gripping day and night. But then the grip got too tight.
The non-attachment of Buddha's words. The desire not for it will make you suffer. The grip not too tight, Came out right.
My life now was smoother than before. I entered this new life through a new door. I approached it like a fresh entity. I let all attachments go and joined a fresh flow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1205 The Hand
Her hand worked day in and day out, Begging on the streets of her city. She built castles in the sky, But from Heaven, no reply.
She asked for pennies from Heaven. She said, she was the best, To receive Heaven's bounty, So she rest.
This hand knew no rest. It worked nonstop. It received nothing. It stayed empty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1206 The Happiness
The Encyclopedia of Love and Happiness
Oh, I breathed the fresh air. Oh, I off the cliff dare, To jump off from my parachute. I ran along the froth of the beach, The blue and white milkshake. I hold a white rose in my hand. I hold a purple one. I hold a pink one, And I hold a daisy. Oh, I love you, My pretty baby. I know I can feed you. I can see how you walk, And you google talk. My happiness is you. You are the apple of my eye. My heart does not lie. It's horizon is true, Just like it's sky is blue. My happiness is blue. I love you. I love the heavens. I love the universe. They give me happiness. I love the grass. It gives me happiness. I would love the blue and pink, of something that would make me happy. Cottoncandy! I feel happy when I sit under a tree, Chewing on a blade of grass merrily. I would feel love siting on a merrigoround, Alongside my best friend. I feel love flying a kite, And bringing it down with all might.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1207 I love, I feel happy, I love, I feel happy, I love, I feel happy......
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1208 The Happy Domestic Violence
The Happy Domestic Violence
Rising out of the ashes, Of a tumultuous ride, Was the happiest moment in my, Wasted life.
A moment here, a moment there, But all moments ending in terror and despair, In moral deprecation, In the deepest desperation.
The ashes came from the fire, Of the one who's desire, Was to cause famine and grief, To an innocent.
This innocence was the target, He claimed he did forget, All he had done, So he at last won.
The painful moral of this story, Lies in the evil glory, Of a man with morals or goodness, Who forgot his humanity and esteem.
These words bring out the pain, I've withstood torrential rain, Except the rain's color was red, In my pain, his evil glory was spread.
I had to now dismantle, His power over me. Only I could straighten out, And become the independent me.
I rose out of the ashes. I was happy.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1209
The above is based on what my friend went through.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1210 The Heart
The Darkness of my Heart
In the darkness of the fields. In the darkness of the flowers, Lay a love so sublime, No one could see it.
I needed that love. I wanted that love. But the darkness wouldn't let me have it.
The daylight struck once again, As the darkness lifted from the fields. And I ran towards you, As you held me in your arms.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1211 The House
The House
This house has people in it That are loving and kind. The next house has people in it That are rude and angry.
I began to think They should see each other And learn from each other. But ah there was the privacy.
There was no window, A witness to see What was really happening, To us and me.
I realized the non-peace Will go on and on. It will only get stronger and strong. There is no window.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1212 The Island
In the middle of the water dark blue, The land bright, With palm trees, Laden with coconuts light.
I wondered who this land was made for, For you, for me, for them, for us. This island didn't seem to know, It's own beauty.
The coconut island, Figured out, What it was all about. It was all about beauty.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1213 The Karma
Buildings
Buildings fell all around me. The karma of the Earth. When I looked at the damage, I could only destruction see.
Why the karma is like that, I asked in a wide-eyed way? Have we done something wrong, To deserve the earthquake way?
I wanted to know the deep knowledge, Of why things happen the way they do. I never understood a lot of things, Coming our way.
Buildings fell all around me, The karma of the Earth. My knowledge limited, Did not let me know.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1214 The Lake Of Sorrow
The Lake of Sorrow
The lake's surface, Showed the tears of the world, In one swirl of water. It troubled me so.
This lake with it's anathema, Didn't know what to do, So it cried and cried, And more tears filled it to it's brim.
These were the tears of the world, All in one lake. I walked away backwards from it, For I couldn't bear it.
I couldn't clear this lake of it's tears of sorrow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1215 The Law
Rules
I used to think rules Were meant to be broken When I was a teenage And simple girl.
Then one day, I thought Rules were meant to be bent When I a bigger girl And I bent some.
One day, I had a chance To break a rule While driving faster on a freeway. But the cop caught me.
One day, I realized I thought rules Should be sometimes Changed, sometimes bent and sometimes ignored.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1216 The Leaf And I
Spoke to Me
The green leaf spoke to me. It was covered with soot. It's paler didn't seem too smooth. The black smoke like layer didn't suit it much.
The leaf showed me around. The pollution did abound. It asked me what the meaning was Of so many cars and such.
I could not answer with dignity. You see it was all about money. More stores, more factories, more... I could not admit to the leaves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1217 The Leaf On Fire
The mist and the smoke enraptured within themselves, Spoke of some of my days gone by, Where quiet and loud play together, Then retracted.
In my life I had soothing days, And more hectic days, Intertwined during the following days. It was the feature of my life.
In my future days, I'll try to invent, Inventions in their glory. They will have mist and smoke, Enraptured within themselves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1218 The Leaf Spoke To Me
Spoke to Me
The green leaf spoke to me. It was covered with soot. It's paler didn't seem too smooth. The black smoke like layer didn't suit it much.
The leaf showed me around. The pollution did abound. It asked me what the meaning was Of so many cars and such.
I could not answer with dignity. You see it was all about money. More stores, more factories, more... I could not admit to the leaves.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1219 The Leaves
The Leaves
This tree had green money On it's branches swaying. It's money was green And many a wanting.
But the tree didn't Think itself moneyed at all. It just stood green And swaying tall.
But the people wanted money. They felled the trees. They lay on the garden floor. They now were not tall.
People wanted the greens. They would do anything for them. The tree's wanted to live but Something had to give.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1220 The Lilac And The Lavender
The Lilac and the Lavendar
The lilac kissed the lavender And the lavender it. In the garden of delights This wasn't that unusual.
The rose watched this with wonderment Because it was himself that was THE one. He was the only one with beauty. No one could out do him.
As I walked and skipped around this garden, I wanted and needed so many flowers. I touched the lilac and the lavender, And took home many of them.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1221 The Little Tree
Said the huge tree, To the tiny one, I am so much richer than you. My green notes are in plentitude, And I can be seen by everyone. You are just a tiny tree.
The tiny tree just gazed up, At the huge tree. Then he said, But I am cute and pretty.
The tiny tree expounded, You are scary, And I am well noted, For my few and sweet green notes.
I don't need to be richer. Children come and play with me. They laugh and sing around me. They tell me how beautiful my green notes are.
And they will never fell me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1222 The Lotus Flower
The Lotus Flower
The lotus flower remained Fresh, strong and pretty. Nothing in this crazy world Could spoil it.
Even though it's roots With mud roiling around them, Could pull it down so easily. The lotus remains.
You are the lotus flower With your own roots in the muddy water. Nothing can bring you down, Not the world's evils.
The Nirvana inside is stronger than all. The Void inside is beautiful. The world outside may be a bit evil But the lotus remains strong like you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1223 The Love That Was
The love that was in depth, Of the heart that never slept. The man and woman held each other's hands, And never let go of that feeling.
The feeling, That felt so much, Love that was such. Love tightly never let go.
Love of eons ago, Felt like modern love aglow. It felt like forever, And meant it's sincerity.
The love that was, was the love that is.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1224 The Man Was As Tall As A Tree
The Man Was As Tall As A Tree
The man was tall as a tree But he never possessed me. When this man swayed He didn't take.
This man was inundated with love. He loved so properly. He never abused or accused me. Everyone should be like this man.
I love him very much. It remains as such That I will live with him forever. I will leave him never.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1225 The Management
The Management
The management told me, To do this and that. I did it their way. After all they were the boss.
The management told me, They were management, So I nodded yes, And did everything they wanted.
One day I became management myself. I did the same things they did. I found myself indeed, To be management.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1226 The Managment
The Management
The management told me, To do this and that. I did it their way. After all they were the boss.
The management told me, They were management, So I nodded yes, And did everything they wanted.
One day I became management myself. I did the same things they did. I found myself indeed, To be management.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1227 The Middle Path
The Path Taken - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Path Taken
I owned a fine red tricycle That I wheeled around in a circle. My mother had bought it for me When I was little.
At the time I rode it fast But alas that time did not last. I asked my mother for a bicycle Then I cycled up and down the road.
Everything seemed faster and longer now. Everything's meaning had changed. I rode on long roads and short. I rode on smooth roads and rough.
No matter how I tried new directions I met imperfections. So I decided to mend my ways. I took the Middle Path for the rest of my days.
Vera SidhwaThe Path Taken - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Path Taken
I owned a fine red tricycle That I wheeled around in a circle. My mother had bought it for me When I was little.
At the time I rode it fast But alas that time did not last. I asked my mother for a bicycle
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1228 Then I cycled up and down the road.
Everything seemed faster and longer now. Everything's meaning had changed. I rode on long roads and short. I rode on smooth roads and rough.
No matter how I tried new directions I met imperfections. So I decided to mend my ways. I took the Middle Path for the rest of my days.
Vera Sidhwa
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1229 The 'Milky Way'
The 'Milky Way'
I thought milk was wonderful, To drink, And to think, About.
I saw milk in the sky, In the white of the clouds, In the sun white sky. I would a lot of milk buy.
I drank a lot of milk. It was as smooth as silk. I looked up in the nighttime sky, And there was the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1230 The Muse
The Muse from Heaven, He never denied me, The stuff Muses do.
It prodded me on, When I was low. He pushed me ahead to victory.
This Muse never had to be fed, Or taken care of. It just gave me talent to write.
One day, I turned around from my work, And gave the Muse lots of thanks. In turn, he gave me inspiration.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1231 The Music Of The World
The breeze ruffling against, The birds flying by. The gurgling of the stream water, Nature doesn't lie.
The clap of thunder, The swoosh of the wind. The bricks' sounds shaking, During an earthquake under.
The whistling of a merry man, Taking pleasure in his walk. The tweeting of the bluebird. The bird's incessant talk.
My oh my, the music of the world, Holds me in a trance, And as the birds squak, I merrily dance.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1232 The Music That Meant Nothing
The bird song, The water's fall, Broke my heart today. For it did not ride on the sun's ray.
The music of the tree, That felled in the forest. The music of the air, Didn't do for me anything fair.
No music pleased me today. For today music meant nothing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1233 The Nation
Everything everyone wants, And the freedom to speak. I found it energizing, This nation, this nation.
Buying anything, At anytime, I found it energizing, This nation, this nation.
I wrote a book, And it was published. I wrote a screen play, And it was accepted.
I ran a marathon, And it was accepted. I found it energizing, My nation, my nation.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1234 The New Bird Could Fly
You see, with my broken wings, I couldn't fly or do such things. I spread my wings so wide. Yet I could not on air ride.
I tried to race against the sun, Nothing hadn't happened to make me run. I meditated on other birds. This new bird could fly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1235 The New Car
The New Car
I bought a new red car. It was going to drive me afar. But this red car had a mind of it's own. It drove as it pleased near and far.
I never quite knew, That a car could do, Such odd and funny things. But this car did, as if it had wings
This red car took off by itself, Over craggy cliffs, And sharp, huge rocks. It knew no fear.
One day I saw it parked in a parking lot, Just sitting there. At least it looked like a car should look, This car and I were a pair.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1236 The News Explained It To Me
I woke up innocent this morning, But my innocence was swept away. I had to listent the news, The way they gave it anyway.
There was violence, There was a mess. There was questioning humanities' nature. And overall man's stature.
Should I stop listening to the news. I can't. I need to know, All about humanity's show.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1237 The Night
A Twinkling Star
Merrily that twinkling star was me. It wasn't far to see.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1238 The Orange
Orange
The orange of the sunset, And the orange of the orange. I like both oranges. They are both sweet.
The orange of the flower, And of sherbet. I like both oranges. They are pretty and tasty.
The orange comes after red. It comes before yellow. If you look up in the rainbow sky. You will see it up high.
I like orange you see. It is a color that suits me. It is a color of the flames. It has many, many names.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1239 The Palace And The Hut
The Palace and the Hut
The palace and the hut built side by side, Made people wonder how this could be. But it was so for a long while. Nothing ever did change.
You my imagery prince rode off in Limousines with armed men. I went to work On a bicycle.
When I grew up I stayed in the hut. Nothing came of my life. But you prince lived a decadent life. Nothing came of my life either.
The people in the palace never
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1240 The Paper Flower
The Paper Flower
That paper flower Cried and cried. It didn't have a scent And it's heart just died and died.
The unscented flower Wanted to be in the garden. But the other flowers objected. This paper flower felt rejected.
One day a special flower Came to it And wondered why it was crying. The paper flower said it was made of fake petals, just dying and dying.
Now all the other flowers in the garden Surrounded the paper flower. They said it was the most different flower in it. And the paper flower's petal became lit.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1241 The Path Taken
The Path Taken
I owned a fine red tricycle That I wheeled around in a circle. My mother had bought it for me When I was little.
At the time I rode it fast But alas that time did not last. I asked my mother for a bicycle Then I cycled up and down the road.
Everything seemed faster and longer now. Everything's meaning had changed. I rode on long roads and short. I rode on smooth roads and rough.
No matter how I tried new directions I met imperfections. So I decided to mend my ways. I took the Middle Path for the rest of my days.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1242 The Philosophy Of 2017
The Philosophy of 2017
I was looking, my was I was looking EVERYWHERE! The freeways at rush hour even yes! But the cars on the side of my cars seemed to harbor my type of drivers too. What became the meaning of today?
But each type of day seemed like each one! Aside from food and drink, Oh boy, I enjoy my work. I'm into writing!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1243 The Poem
The Breeze is a Poem
Oh breeze You're a poem to me. I linger in your presence So eagerly.
I called up a song To sing the melody. You the breeze Do you feel me?
We both Dance around that tree. And we all dance Together.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1244 The Poem Was You
The Poem was You
You looked so good On that sunlit day. You were not smiling Just going your way.
I followed you around And yelled at you Then sang to you. Oh what a day.
Your way of walking. Your way of talking. Your way of looking My way.
You are the poem of my day. The poem is you. I fell in love In love with you.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1245 The Poet
Poem
I am a poem. You are a poem. They are a poem too.
But when they've behaved, In an inconsiderate way, Their poetry goes waylaid.
I know poetry is sacred. It hangs on the myriad forms of the universe. We are all a poem.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1246 The Power
The Power worked itself in the universe. It roiled up the other smaller powers, And swirled them around the world. This world that needed power.
I observed that the rich and poor, Were both rich and poor. The poor were rich in many ways, And the rich were poor in many ways.
Everybody and everything needed the Power, All over this world. I fell down, And the Power picked me up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1247 The Power Of The Heart
The Power of the Heart
At first it meant nothing To be loved. But when I didn't get it Everything went wrong.
It occurred to me at last That love had to be given And not taken But the best love of all was of give and take.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1248 The Rabbit
The rabbit thought he was so fast, That he was the best. He ran as fast as he could, Through out the woods.
His speed may have gotten him somewhere, But he never knew where he really was, Till one day a child re-directed him, By telling him to slow down.
Now a rabbit would never slow down, But when a did for the child's sake, He enjoyed his trek through his woods, Much more.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1249 The Rainforest That Said No
The rainforest's green, It's lion growly roar, And it's screeching parrots. It drank some acid rain today.
The rainforest' green today, Tattered and torn. Acid rain wore out this forest. It's canopy terrifically worn.
The environmentalists frowned. People all around made loud sounds. But the green universal protest, Made no difference.
It saved no canopy. It didn't save the lion, And the parrot screeched louder.
Even though the green forest said no.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1250 The Reflectance
The reflectance of my poem, Shown in the water and in the sky. I was speechless. I could speak nigh.
The reflectance of my poem.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1251 The Reflectance In The Heavens
The Reflectance in the Heavens
The reflectance in the heavens, Showed my colorful life's days. It looked bright and well meaning, In the sun's amazing rays.
My life's meaning placed up high, In the Heavens seemed lovely. This reflectance showed, Every leaf in the book of my life.
The good deeds I had done, The good thoughts I had thought, The good speech I had engaged in, Resounded through the Heavens.
The reflectance in the Heavens, Showed my colorful life's days, Their brilliant passing, In the sun's bright rays.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1252 The Rising
I rose out of my fog, And saw my dreams come true. The fog and I, our friendship grew. The fog released me out of it's hands.
It could finally solve all my problems. I could finally see, What had become of me. I was neither here nor there.
When I rose out of the fog, I solved my deepest problem, The central problem of my life, That I wasn't sure of my self, Why did have so much strife.
Then I came out of my fog, And could see straight.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1253 The Road I Took
I went wandering one day. In which direction I couldn't say. This walk brought me to a lake. I couldn't fathom it's meaning for goodness sake.
I wondered why I wandered this way. Then a thought struck me in that usual way. The straight path had been difficult too, So I went a wandering for you.
It struck me little, It struck me big, That the roads to you, Were the most exciting.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1254 The Robot And The Man
The Robot and the Man
Said the robot to the man, What is it like to eat? What is deep sleep? And what is love?
I never felt these things you know, Yet the flowers drink rain and grow. Why can't I also do so? There's no sense in being a robot.
Said the man to the robot. I always obeyed commands. I did what my office told me. I could never ever be me.
So the robot and the man, Started in search for meaning. They both realized, That love was the thing that was missing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1255 The Rocks
I drove over rocks, And reached destinations, Beyond what I expected. The edge of a cliff.
I drove over rocks, And bumped my truck, Over more rocks, Yes, more obstacles in the way.
I drove over rocks, And realized how much fun I was having, Jolting and rocking my truck to and fro, When I reached my destination.
Me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1256 The Rolling Cars
The Rolling Cars
They rolled around on, Tires of rubber, Yet they move so fast. Could the tires ever last.
They carried humans to and for, In their lovely interior, Yet could they, Speed like lightning?
Rolling cars, oh rolling cars, I wish you were all mine. What a parking lot I would need, To keep them all in line.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1257 The Rose Spoke To Me
The Rose Spoke to Me
I held my bunch of flowers tenderly. They looked so bright and colorfully. I gazed at them all puzzled. Their beauty to me was a riddle.
The flowers now lay there quietly. I found them asking me, Who I was and the I told them, That I was their admirer.
These roses couldn't understand. They told me they had thorns at hand. They said they could hurt me in a second. They could if they wanted to I reckoned.
But I conversed with them, That I loved them and they me. So there couldn't any hurt be. And we gazed and smiled at each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1258 The Rule
The Rule
The rule that was broken, Was just as good that was put together. It made people wince That we needed rules.
We want to be free, said the people But the rules kept growing instead. The children broke rules constantly And had much fun doing that.
But they also suffered for it Because it was the nature of broken rules. The rule that was broken, Was just as good that was put together.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1259 The Rules
The Rules
Let me explain something to you. It's a little something that will stay. You will always remember. I always love you and so many way.
You will be loved because of your high grades. I will always love you because you look gorgeous. You look so cool in your new car, And your new car is so beautiful.
No you are beautiful as is. You are as is. You are child. You are my baby.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1260 The Sand Clock
The Sand Clock
I turned upside down, The pouring sand clock. It told me it was going forward with time. It said time was running out, As I turned it upside down.
I sought time to slow down. I sought time to speed up, But measured time went it's own way, It's own way.
I couldn't stop time altogether, And couldn't push it fast a measure, So I decided the fault was in me. I had to take one day at a time, You see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1261 The Sandbox
We played with buckets. We played with spades. We made figures, That nobody could make.
The sun shone brightly, On the sandbox you see. I drew myself in the sand, Oh pretty me?
I grew up one day, And saw much sand. It was getting out of sand. It was not my kind of sand.
You see all the people, Who had grown up now, Knew how to throw sand, Meant to each other land.
This sand was not for me.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1262 The Sceptre
He held it well. He wielded it so well. The king's majesty glowed, In his lush palace.
He held it well. His kingdom flourished. This king's soul, Showed everybody what their should be.
The scepter this king held, Was of magical proportions, That God himself had given it. This King was King, And held well the scepter God had given him.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1263 The Scooter And The Bike
The little girl Swept the sidewalk with her scooter. From the opposite side A boy on his bicycle.
One day they collided And laughed and said hi. The scooter and the bicycle Laid side by side.
The grown woman Strolled along the sidewalk so. From the opposite side A young man.
The woman asked the man If he didn't used to ride a scooter. The man asked her hand In marriage.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1264 The Sky And The Bird
The Sky and the Bird
The bird swooped through the sky, Then landed on the ground. It looked astounded, As it looked around.
The sky said to the bird, I like my blue. The bird nodded yes, I do too.
Then why do you seek, Greener pastures, By flying away from me? The bird answered, I just want to be free.
The sky asked, am I not large enough for you? The bird said, I want to see all the world too. The sky answered, I don't blame you. And the sky and bird laughed together in green and blue.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1265 The Sky's Love
The sky's love for Mother Earth, Was gargantuan you see. It included the planet, And you and me.
You see, we love the sky also. It's in our psyche and our love to follow. We worship the spiritual openness, And play under the wide blueness.
Then out comes our disrespect you see. Cars and fumes and bad environment be. I cry and cry and cry everyday. I don't see under the sky to play.
We need each other, To improve the condition. The sky's love for Mother Earth, Was gargantuan you see.
We also need to love it back greatly.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1266
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1267 The Sound Not Heard
I walked past, then traipsed past, A beautiful sound to see. And it instead looked at me. I didn't know what all this could be.
This sound was silent, As silent could be, As it's silence was beautiful, You see.
And then I heard the roar, Of distant thunder that eluded me before. Then I saw, then heard the thunder, That now before me roared.
Then I ran to the shivering daisy, That before I could only see, Then I heard the breeze slosh, Then I knew how a silent sound, Could become a true sound to cause glee.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1268 The Sounds
The clanging bells, the chiming chimes, The pitter-patter of tiny feet. The flowing of water out of the jug. The coffee sloshing around in the mug.
I hear and I hear and I am charmed, With all the sounds, All around. I hear and hear and hear all the sounds.
The screech of car wheels, On pavement so loud. The people talking aloud, In a crowd.
I just listen and listen to all the sounds, All the sounds around. In God's Heavenly sounds, Are the flutter of angel wings all around.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1269 The Start
The start of the start, Benefited the story, And set it right, In it's direction.
This story chose, Whichever direction it wanted to. My life's story chose so many of them.
Your stories I know, Contain adventure, philosophy and depth. They have taken different directions. They have started and ended and re-started.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1270 The Story
The Story
The story had a problem. It wanted to tell it itself, But the student wanted to read it. So neither knew what to do with it.
The story knew if it told itself, It would be richer. The student thought by reading it himself, He could make the story better.
The story and the student sat in a quandary, Both silent and unyielding. But now the story started talking, And the student started reading.
Neither heard each other. Neither benefitted by listening to each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1271 The Stream
The Stream
I sat beside the stream, With a blade of grass in my mouth. This stream hissed words, They were heard east, west, north and south.
This stream was not like the others, It's route took you to somewhere, Somewhere you were not supposed to know, Somewhere out there, where the stream's trees blow.
I wanted to find out the meaning of this stream. And it came to me in a techni-rainbow dream. The stream spoke about the stories of my life. The stream mentioned love and strife.
This stream told me to be like it. Just calm, smoothing and flowing just like it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1272 The Sunrise Of My Heart
The sunset of my heart, Set many moods awry. Of years Gone by.
I cherished Every moment with you. You were my lover too. Your fragrance made me swoon.
The sunrise of my heart, Set many moods awry, Of years yet to come by. Oh I love you so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1273 The Sun's Fun
The sun's fun, The electric bulb of the sky, The mega bulb. The sun's fun, Turn it off and turn it on, The switch in the sky. The sun's fun, Is the fun, All us children like to play in.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1274 The Swallow
The Swallow
The swallow swooped, In an up and down motion. The ball bounced, In an up and down motion.
The monkey jumped, In an up and down motion. The dog jumped, In an up and down motion.
I thought and felt, Up then down. My mood went, In and down motion.
I wasn't easy, To be bipolar, To be in an, Up and down motion.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1275 The Thoughts
The Clouds Went By
The clouds went by, And they were of different hues, Each reflecting the sun, At another angle.
It seemed my days went by, And they were of different moods, Each reflecting, What the mind said.
I wonder if all thoughts, Are like clouds going by. It seems to me, They're all different from each other.
The clouds and the thoughts, Were me all together. They were all beautiful, And they were all me.\\
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1276 The Thoughts Spoke To Me
The Thoughts Spoke to Me
My thoughts spoke to me, In infinite glee. You see they had to speak, So I would life's meaning seek.
First they teased and taunted. Then they ran away, With speed at the speed of thought. I couldn't even have caught.
What were they, I did not know. What they were angling at, I couldn't think.
But then something happened, In a quick wink. It happened in a blink. My hands raced at the speed of thought.
They kept writing poetry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1277 The Tiny Flower And The Big One
The tiny flower, Looked-up to the large one, And asked, Do you love seeing the world from up high?
Answered the large one, To the small one, Yes it feels good, To be able to see everything.
The small one asked the large one. I feel too small when I'm next to you. Said the large one, you look sweet and pleasant, Don't you?
So the small one learned, That size did not matter, As much as looking cute did.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1278 The Train That Went Around The World
The Train that Went Around the World
The train that went around the world Made the sounds as all trains do. It's engine whirled and speeded Up beyond gravity needed.
This train took passengers into space. It's pace was that of the universe. This train knew no other place Except the darkness of black space.
One day a baby engineer Saw the plight of this train. So he started writing equations For his train so near and dear.
Now this loaded space train Wound around galaxies afar. The baby engineer took his train In his hand and put it down on the floor.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1279 The Trees Swayed In The Wind
The trees swayed in the wind, As if bending over to tell secrets, To each other, With no bother.
They swayed as if nothing mattered, But the secrets they were telling, Were serious. They were about the stories in their head.
These trees liked to tell their stories, To each other, About what had happened in their lives. They swayed in the wind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1280 The Truck Driver
The Truck Driver
That truck carried oranges, bananas and mangoes. I drove my car on the side of it. I smelled the beauty of the fruit. I could almost eat it.
The truck driver saw me looking at his truck. He threw me the mangoes that I could suck. He slid down bananas I quickly ate. His conscience I would a hundred percent rate.
This truck rattled past me. The driver was in a good mood. But I never understood Why he was so good.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1281 The Truth
I went wandering one day. In which direction I couldn't say. This walk brought me to a lake. I couldn't fathom it's meaning for my sake.
I wondered why I wandered this way. Then a thought struck me in that usual way. The straight path had been difficult too, So I went a wandering for you.
It struck me little, It struck me big, That the roads to you, Were the most exciting.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1282 The Vacuum
The vacuum In my soul and heart Did me in sometimes But produced beauteous Originalities.
This vacuum Was the vastness That produced all creations. It produced such beauty.
The coming of the creations Depend on this vacuum. We meditate when we try to reach this vacuum. This vacuum is beautiful said the Gautama Buddha, Prince Siddhartha
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1283 The Various Methods
The Various Methods of Love
The various methods we have, In this world are not enough. Starvation and pestilence abound. Disease and ethnic hatred astound.
We displease each other. We're in war with one another. I don't know how to say it, If we loved more, could we do it?
The various methods of love, And care are not working. We speak of God with a million names. We bow down to him in a billion ways.
We keep each other down, In ways that destroy. Displeasure has grown globally. The various methods of love are not lovely.
Do we love at all?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1284 The Violence
Domestic Violence
It is when everybody Denies You've been through it. No one acknowledges it.
It's a dark secret Kept behind sinful smiles. The smiles of the violence It denies.
The screams of the victim Cannot be heard For the secrecy is Poison here on Earth.
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1285 The Void
The Void
The void was my friend, Nothing came close to it. The void encompassed everything, Because out of it came everything and anything.
The lotus position of the Gautama Buddha, Was the Nirvana void of humankind. Buddha's teaching post void were one of a kind. His followers were astounded by his knowledge.
If used for useful purposes and mindfulness, The void could be used to solve earth's maladies, Especially the unique malady, That each eachmind lives in.
I call upon the void everyday, And this meditation takes me a long way. It quiets my mind from it's everyday prison. Well, the void's the way to get out of it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1286 The Wall
The Wall
The motorbike smashed into the wall, And did not recover the blood splattered all over it. It stood rigid and like cement. Not engaged in the pain of another.
I thought this wall would speak words of softness. I thought this wall would say words of compassion. I thought this wall would look with sweet and quiet eyes, At the motorcyclist and his blood torn body, His blood splattered dilemma.
I couldn’t believe that wall would not speak, To the man who lost everything. It was impossible that this phenomenon, Could take place at all.
The ignoring of the bloody and dead, Without a single lament or tear.
Over the punishment of the years.
It seemed as if time went on, The reaction would be completely gone. Once upon a time, there was a collision crash,
That meant nothing to that wall. Nor his brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews. That meant nothing to his friends, So it meant nothing to him.
But at the end of this collision, getting back up, Itmeant everything to him, He took a piece of chalk and wrote on the wall,
“I call you the Red Wall of Death.”
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1287 Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1288 The Wand
The Wand
My hand did not hold a wand, Like others did. It did not make sense, That they did.
I want my work to be my own. I don't need a fancy loan. The wand that some people hold, Are at the expense of those who have nothing.
There life knows no wand to hold. They don't have one from youth to old. Magic sprinkles may come my way, But I might use them at a later day.
My hand did not hold a wand, Like others did. The life challenges it brought me, Kept me straight.
I became my own person. I didn't take from others. It became clear, That the wand was unnecessary.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1289 The Water Fountain
I drank from my glass filled with water, I drank from the office water cooler. So many people drank from water fountains.
Then I thought my thirst, I could slake, If I also drank water from cool lakes.
Then I drank so much cold water. I drank from cold waterfalls.
But much to my surprise, I thirsted for all the world’s waters, That always existed.
I couldn’t fathom my inner self, About slaking my thirst insatiable. I couldn’t come to grips about, These deep waters of my life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1290 The Water Sprinkled Street
The Water Sprinkled Street
Reflection of red, then yellow. These colors swirled lights Could be seen from my car window. It sprinkled from Heaven above.
It sprinkled so fine That the streets were all scrubbed With different colored lights That meant different things.
I know these reflections From many and many times. It rained here so often.
I loved the rain And the street water below For it showed me the way to my life. I stopped in my life, when the reflection was red.
I decided to do so much When the rain sprinkles reflected green. I had to make some decision when the water shown orange. When red was water reflected, I had to pause in my life.
The rain sprinkled street told the story of my life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1291 The Wave
The Wave
I sauntered along, With the breeze as my friend. The torrid rains, Were about to fall.
I wandered ever so slightly, At the edge of the grass. It became my home. It became my status.
I skipped along the pebbles, For they became my friends. I had made friends with, The breeze, the rain, the grass and the pebbles.
But that torrential blue and white wave, Knocked me down.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1292 The Wet Wind
It hit my face and sent tears down it, The wet wind got stronger. My face drenched with it succumbed to it, As this wind blew longer.
I wondered whether I was crying with it. This wind did not let up. I wondered whether I was laughing with it. The wind did not get up.
I found a new freshness in it. This wind carried newness. It's message was about, The newness in life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1293 The Wide Expanses Of Spaces
The wide expanses of space Are what his mind needed to contact. The meditative mind In sheer quiet state.
He could do so sometimes, The other times no. The inner peace and calm Did indeed grow.
The wide expanse of space Is where ideas grew. The meditative state From it drew.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1294 The World
The World
Walk around the circumference of this world, And see for yourself, The good and the evil, Battling amongst themselves.
I often wonder where all this comes from. I really often do. Where mankind's heart lies, Then battles ensue.
Walk around the circumference of this world, And stride along it's diameter. You'll see people, Some young, some older.
Can you do anything about the bad? Can you lift out the sad? I want to tell you you can, Make better the story of man.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1295 The World And The Train
Train
Fast then slow, Right then left. Figuring out which tracks to go on. Figuring out when to stop.
I looked out of the window, To watch the world go by. I saw something rich, Then I saw something poor.
This train showed me the world, Whirring by so fast. It never occurred to me, That all this never would last.
I enjoyed my ride today, As if to say, The world went it's way, And I witnessed it all.
My train.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1296 The World Is A Poem
The meadows filled with flowers, These flowers bend in springtime showers. I behold this planet's, Green poem.
The terrain, oh so rugged, Canyons, mesas and buttes, All lead me to another, State of mind, This terrain of a poetic kind.
Mountains and hills, Oh what thrills, To scale them, And poetically adore them.
When the ocean and the sea, Sang their poems to me, It seemed like nature's, Breath was breathed into me.
All the world is a poem.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1297 The Yellow Balloon
Yellow balloon, how high do you fly? I look at you by and by. You waft in the wide, wide sky. I look at your height.
Yellow balloon, you're so huge. I wonder where you were made. I wonder when you came about.
High, hot balloon, I think I know. I think that your glow, Is the huge, big sun.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1298 Theoretical Anxiety
I to my thoughts, Did surrender. And as I gave in to them, And I fell down further.
Through an unfathomable, Dark grey tunnel of thinking. With my out of sync heart, Terrorized and sinking.
I swallowed hard, As I clenched my teeth. For this unbearable situation, I did seethe.
But the dawn of day, Came without my knowing. It told me my anxiety Was automatically going.
And I found out, That though anxiety, Comes around and about, The reality doesn't.
Because it is theoretical anxiety.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1299 There Once Was A Fairy
There once was a fairy, Who resided in midst of flowers. Her soul's mission, Was to rain love showers.
Her flowery kingdom, Knew no strife. Her other fairy friends, Lead 'fairytale' lives.
This fairy queen didn't, Let anything happen, To anyone in her kingdom. To anything in her kingdom.
There once was a fairy, Who resided in midst of flowers. Her soul's mission, Was to rain love showers.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1300 There Once Was Today
He went for a long walk, In some long woods, And there for some long time, There he stood, there he stood.
He admired the leaves, And verdure of these woods. He admired the greatest of this place, As he would, as he should.
He reached the dark and cool, Interior of a place he slightly recognized. His mind did not fathom, Whether it was yesterday or today.
He stood there on the mid-line, Of yesterday and today. He wanted to return back, But around this line, Yesterday was today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1301 There Was This Chemistry
There was this Chemistry
There was this chemistry Between you and me That only the egos spoiled. That was the matter of the fights.
The egos clashed between you and me. It spoiled all your love for me. We fought so much The love subsided.
The ego walls were now suspended. Our hearts did depended On our love for each other For there was none better than this.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1302 There You Were
There You Were
In the reflection of the day, There you were, there you were. In the long ray's of sun, There you were, there you were.
In the soft driven snow, There you were, there you were. In the nature's pure smelling leaves, There you were, there you were.
Wherever I went, There you were, there you were. Wherever you went, There you were, there you were.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1303 These Palm Trees
These Palm Trees
These palm trees Remind me of the New York snow, Where I used to live but didn't like. I sure like my palm trees.
But I moved back and loved making snowballs In the snow. Oh, what a sight I the dreamy winter landscape.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1304 They Came Raging
They Came Raging
They came raging in and out, Leaving chaotic self-doubt, The position of which to me Was confusing.
What was the nature of such a thing, Was unbeknownst and dark. I started meditation and prayer. At the core heart of these revealed something.
A light now shown bright. A gorgeous smile in my heart. A soft wind in my soul, Now blew insight fully.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1305 They Said It Mattered
They Said It Mattered
They said it mattered if someone loved you. It mattered seriously if you were loved Someone said someone's caring was off utmost. But they were wrong.
It mattered whether you were loved by God. What God prepared for us was of the essence; What mattered was the love of God Was in your heart deep.
They said it mattered if someone loved you. It mattered seriously if you were loved by someone. Did you know God was of the essence? Did you realize how he loves you?
They said it mattered if someone loved you. But God's love was what you sought. But you never realized it. It was God's love that was the essence because he loves you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1306 Thinking
The Clouds Went By
The clouds went by, And they were of different hues, Each reflecting the sun, At another angle.
It seemed my days went by, And they were of different moods, Each reflecting, What the mind said.
I wonder if all thoughts, Are like clouds going by. It seems to me, They're all different from each other.
The clouds and the thoughts, Were me all together. They were all beautiful, And they were all me.\\
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1307 Thinking Of Evel Knevel
He sees the world and it is bright, And all the children's eyes are light. But there is hope gone away in his life, For he cares not for mirth or strife. This man, one man can turn if off, Can turn it around and blow the candle out. He has seen the world and seen the spark, And now he does not fear to behold the dark. One man, one chance, one last day may be his, One more turn, one more run and will he miss? But if he does or does not lose, that is not for him to choose. He feels his nerves at an end, Yes maybe the road leads to the last bend. 'Don't do it, don't be crazy, ' the world tells itself, But he never once listens to tells himself, Nor does he even think of the canyon in sorrow, For he feels, either way happiness is his tomorrow.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1308 Thirteen
Thirteen
Thirteen was the place to be. Both a kid and adult you see. Her language changed As the kid did too.
It amounted to this. She was surrounded by the new world Like the way it is. She liked it and then not.
Thirteen was the place to be But not always you see. Thirteen was the subject of this poetry. This girl was on her way in this world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1309 This Bakery
You know there was this bakery, Who's aroma wafted out, Who's customers loved it so.
This bakery made fresh bread, And pastries and donuts, It's customers fed.
But this entire bakery, Resided in my mind, For I lived nowhere near one.
So I built this kind of, Bakery when I became a man.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1310 This Feeling Came On Suddenly
It Came on So Suddenly
It came on so suddenly, But it came up in creeps. This feeling inundated me, It made my soul weep.
It came on so suddenly. It's creepy feeling, Gripped my soul in yes, fear. This fear gripped on too long.
During this poem, the fear letgo, At this time, the fear said no. But as this poem ends, The fear begins.
I don't know why this happens. It subsides by night and increases by day. It comes on so suddenly, It's so creepy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1311 This Girl Jumped
This girl I knew, She loved to jump, All around the block, And then some.
She then liked to skip, And skip and skip, With her skipping rope, All day and night.
And there never came a moment, She stopped jumping and skipping.
This girld liked to walk backwards, On her nearby sidewalk. And strangers she would bump into, Would about this girl talk.
It came to be one day, The girl grew up. Yet she really did not. So this young lady now.
Jumps, skips ropes and walks backwards on her sidewalk.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1312 This Man And This Woman
This man and this woman, With marital ties, Thought they could get away with anything.
They fought day and night, They fought to the ground, Till nothing was left of their ties.
Their marriage failed in great degree, And they still fought all day. Their marital vows in shambles.
One day their both realized, That their love was still there, Somewhere.
They began a new way, To hold their marriage together. They both seeked God's way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1313 This Planet Is A Poem
This Planet is a Poem
When did all this start? I mean the oceans' support Of this planet's surface. This planet is a poem.
Where did the animals roam? This Earth was their warm home. These animals covered our planet. They were striped, furry that roamed.
The poetry of this planet Amazes me. It brings out the imaginary me. My image is also lies here.
This planet is a poem. I mean the oceans' support Of this planet's surface. This planet is a poem.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1314 This Time It Didn'T Matter
This Time it Didn't Matter
Whatever you said or did, Mattered so much to me. It took a deep place in my heart. I would never let us part.
I hated the day when you and I fought. That day was hard, dark with hate. That day it mattered a lot, If we would stay forever.
Then it occurred to me, That this time it didn't matter. Who took the blame, For this and that or for whatever.
This time it didn't matter, That we even fought. Come full circle of love, This time it didn't matter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1315 This Was It
This was it, Didn't you know? I was awe struck, When I saw it grow.
So colorful, so sweet, Growing at my feet, So tall, so strong, For what I longed.
I was my own love for myself. This was it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1316 This World
I Lived in This World
I lived in this world But it changed so unexpectedly. I did not expect such changes In my human ranges.
The music turned into metal voices. The phone with apps galore. The mathematics of children Gone so far intricate.
I never knew such mathematics. The sciences knew no bounds. The beauty of these changes Threw older things around.
I never suspected such changes would be. The cellular phones with towers on a tree With satellites carrying messages so fast. But alas, I couldn't keep up at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1317 Thorns
Well, I never thought, Anything could cut me, So sharply. I never knew.
The blood came, Oozing out, the blood, In red. 'Ouch, ouch, ' I said.
The thorns in my garden, Filled with danger, Were the thorns, In my soul's garden.
Where the thorn resided, From over many years, Where he had hurt me, So cruelly and so badly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1318 Thorns And Wildflowers
Does it seem that this field, Laden with wild thorns and wildflowers, Mean that thorns would gain power, Over freshly blooming petals,
And ruin the happiness of nature?
What would then be the meaning of thorns, Conquering the soft, smelling flowers? An unnecessary battle fought, In the field of nature's innocent beauty.
The thorn or the flower, Together both or not ever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1319 Those Mountains Are Tall
Those Mountains Are Tall
Those mountains are tall And azure in color. The river is clay colored And the blossoms are bright.
The yellow sunlight Brightens the land so wide. The larks in the sky swoop so high. The green forests linger on and on.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1320 Thought
I Thought
I thought all night Then through dawn and day. I thought about roads and directions, I would go that way.
The freeways were wide I six different lanes. My car was alone on it's own. But it was driving along with the others.
I can't always think I am alone. I'm standing there with others. Since it would be troublesome to be alone. It be the car which would be driving with all others.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1321 Thoughts Astray
Thoughts Astray
My wildly moving thoughts Brought my world to a halt Finally Finally.
It was as a storm. I didn't belong To my own self. It was a travesty.
I finally believed in God. And took hold of that thought That one that would save me From me.
Now there's a new horizon. It covers all bad possibilities And possible blunders. I seeked refuge in Him.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1322 Three Girls
Three Girls
Three girls in the computer room. Their homework did zoom and zoom But they concentrated like a laser. They didn't go crazy and crazier.
Their concentration was so fine That their wrong answer I didn't mind Because these girls kept trying and trying So I was not crying and crying.
These girls typed on so fast. Their lack of focus didn't last. I found they were straight A students And I thought they were great.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1323 Three Times?
Three Times?
I hated you once, then twice But I ran out of gas hating you thrice. So I held my head down on my hands And decided not to hate so much.
I only ran out of energy When I ran fast with hatred. It didn't solve anything But made things worse.
There was once a girl Who wore hair in curls But she couldn't do her mathematics ever So I hated her.
I hated her once, then twice. But I ran out of gas hating her thrice. Her ignorance now was foreign to me. Who was I to judge?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1324 Thrill
I rode really fast motorbikes. I then took a crazy roller coaster ride. I surfed on a craggy tide. And I walked on the highest road.
On the mountain top, I felt a thrill. On the parachute coming down, I experienced a thrill.
But it wasn't till I met you, I felt the ultimate thrill.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1325 Through Glasses
I saw the world through naked eyes, And everything was distorted. Wars, pestilence and strife, Showed themselves to me.
I saw the world through glasses. I saw the world more clearly. But it was the same, War, pestilence and strife.
No matter how I colored it, Bent it or shaped, This world's sins, Shown-up to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1326 Through Rain And Snow
Through Rain and Snow
The rain and snow were his happiness and joy. He woke up to wear his snow boots. Singing a winter song His voice climbed higher and higher!
This man made a snow man so beautiful. Even this 'man' wanted to come alive. Oh wanted a lovely Snow carpeted this was.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1327 Through Sun And Moon
Through Sun and Moon
Do you know when you're walk under the moon? It's the same as walking under the sun! The sun was brighter today, And made the landscape brighter too.
My heart seemed brighter right now. Oh moon and sun my life is so much happier. I catch your shine in my life. Please accompany me everyday. I
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1328 Thrust
Thrust carried while living. The thrust's force and weight. This carrier's not willing. It didn't matter at any rate.
For all thrusts in humans, Make the giver unkind. He is a hellish human being, Carrying daggers so unkind.
He, the thrust giver, Gave that burning, flaming, Searing hurt. Beyond his unkindness, The painful raining, Never himself blaming.
The killing feeling, That thrust Carried around, Forever in the seconds, Nanos and minutes of his life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1329 Thunder
Thunder
When you came into my life It opened wide open And bolts of emotions Jumped through my heart.
When your thunder and lightning Sent bight white and blue lights I knew I was mesmerized by your bolts Of love.
You jolted me I many ways. You put your hands Onto mine And proclaimed me love to me.
When you came into my life It opened wide open And bolts of emotions and love Opened up my heart with lightening.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1330 Thunder Clouds
Thunder Clouds
Thunder clouds spoke their own language. They told the black sky To pour grey rain. And it rained
The thunder clouds told me a story. They said I was in the black sky, Underneath the tumultuous sound Of the thunder clouds.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1331 Tick Tock Went The Clock
Tick tock went the clock, And so did Johnny Bottomrock.
Ding dong went the gong There went praying Mary Long.
Tip tap went the tap, And there stook big, sweet Mother Black.
Clip clop went the horse's hop, And there rode old Joe Knickerbock.
Oh my, oh me, this town is new to me Said little Miss Mary Fussbee.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1332 Tickety Tock
Clickety rickety tickety tock, The mouse got stuck in the cuckoo-clock.
Hi ho wo lo, We got him out with our feather pillow.
Lease dease hease wease, We ticked his nose until he had to sneeze.
Skin shun shon shan, He fell right into our frying pan.
Clickety, rickety, tickety tock, We witches cooked him on the stove so hot.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1333 Till She Got You
I was in love with you, A love unsurmountable. My love for you spilled over, All mountains and streams.
Then she came along, Then she got you. But you were not aware of her. You just loved me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1334 Tilt
My bicycle went tilt, After I negotiated the curve. This bicycle was not built, For high speed jumps.
The ball went tilt, After he twirled it. The ball was not built, For accelerated twirls.
The Earth went tilt, The angular axis. This Earth was built, For it's planetary structure.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1335 Time
Time. Where did I find it? I found it the seconds I sat, Waiting for my friend to come, And after a while, he did come.
Time. Where did I find it? I found it waiting for my child's sickness to lift. I found it while watching the candle that was lit. And after a long while, it was lit.
Time. Where did I find it? I found it in waiting for my lover. He made me wait so forever. And after a long while, I found him.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1336 Time For Love Under Heaven
You needed time to yourself. I needed so much time with you. We both needed downtime. Now it was a good time to just hang out on our own.
This was a time to heal from love inflicted wounds. That would take some time. From time memorial lovers have fought, That fight against love came with a high cost.
You learned to be happy with each other, And gentle flowers gracing down from Heaven, Showing you that your new happy love, Could become forever a forever love.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1337 Time Passing
Time Passing
I thought I was awake But a phone call from someone was me up. The time was six o'clock And my cell phone showed an other time.
I thought I was awake But I never picked up the phone, Never my cell phone showed Showed another time.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1338 Time To Love
Time for Love
You needed time to yourself. I needed so much time with you. We both needed downtime. Now it was a good time to just hang out on our own.
This was a time to heal from love inflicted wounds. That would take some time. From time memorial lovers have fought, That fighting with love came with a high cost.
They learned to be happy with each other, For all the gentle flowers gracing down from Heaven, Showing them that their happy love, Could become love forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1339 Tiny Giant
Tiny Giant
Oh tiny giant of all giants, What do you feel inside? Do you feel small? Do you fee inadequate?
The tiny giant heard, All I had to ask. He didn't flinch and inch, And stood tall.
The tiny giant answered, That he was taller than, The other giants, Because his thoughts told him so.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1340 To Drink
Milk White
I thought milk was wonderful, To drink, And to think, About.
I saw milk in the sky, In the white of the clouds, In the sun white sky. I would a lot of milk buy.
I drank a lot of milk. It was as smooth as silk. I looked up in the nighttime sky, And there was the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1341 To Log In
To Log In
I had to log in you see. Otherwise, I would be a sad me. This computer causes ways to go. If there is no path available.
If a computer can become my friend Then technology could be an evil end. I think too much of it Should not be the path I would go.
I am in the midst of friends. There there is no lonliness. We put the log on the fire. We place log-in retire.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1342 To Successeed
Success
Success had a way with me. I had a way with it. No matter what happened, I succeeded.
The fact of the matter, Was in the hard work I did, Never slackening, Never giving up.
One fine day, I decided to give up. I decided to go play, And do as little as possible. This did not work out too much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1343 Today
Today, I stood, Under the clapping of the thunder. My body went under.
I ran through the beaches, While running fast, I ran asunder.
I felt the strongest, Wind on by body. I felt this only lately.
Today I stepped in quicksand. My body sucuumbed. I felt so dumb.
Today I will meditate, And truly will be okay.
And feel fine today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1344 Today Is Halloween
Today is Halloween
Crunchable and chewy candy, With sugar pops in bags Held by the children At your door. They're dressed not so nicely, Like ghosts and goblins galore. But the children are totally the opposite, Smiling, giggling and laughing at my door.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1345 Today's Traffic
Oh Today's Traffic
Oh today's traffic, You teach us all a lesson in waiting And in picking up speed When necessary!
My high speed car isn't necessary. It endangers everyone. This is told to me by someone. Today's traffic cars taught me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1346 Tom Slept Under The Tree
Tom slept under the tree. Leila slept on the other side. Briana slept under a different tree. Davy slept on the other side.
While they slept, A wind storm blew. Off they all went. Across the field.
They all knew where they were going. They ran in different directions, And went home, To their shelter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1347 Topsy-Turvy
I Came Around to See
I came around to see, The beauty in you. It was in reverse. Your insides needed change.
I pointed that out to you, But you didn't take any heed of you. So I pointed it out again. You acted the same.
I showed you another, Just like you. You didn't much like him, Even though he was your brother.
You saw evil in others. You saw none in you. It was a topsy-turvy world, Within you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1348 Torrential Rains
Torrential Rains
Tell me fast rains, Why do you fall On all of us below you? On all things under?
I thought we all like sunshine And in that thinking All is well. But now I see properly.
Torrential rains Wipe out the dirt The dust of our lives. It purifies the Earth.
I welcome you torrential rains. Rain in my garden. Rain on my body And rain all day in my soul.
Oh torrential rain.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1349 Tracks In The Sand
Tracks in the Sand
I saw tracks in the sand Of a lonely walker. He then turned left In the sand.
I ran towards him Leaving my tracks in the sand And asked him Why he was alone.
He looked at me Then smiled. He said since I was walking next to him He was not a lonely walker anymore.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1350 Tracks Of The Sparrow
His footsteps moved, Next to the sparrow's bird's feet. His friend backed up one, Their footsteps became one.
This bird knew not, It was being studied, So curiously by the man.
The man knew not either, He was being studied, So curiously by the bird.
So neither of them worried.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1351 Traffic Light
Ah green, I love my green. It's the traffic light's nicest scene. Green is a traffic dream. You can always keep driving, driving, driving. And you can keep going in life, whatever you're doing, Your favorite project, your favorite dream.
And orange traffic light, In my life, I've had to a slow down when I was skiing, A slow down of whatever I was doing.
And oh red light. I had to stop being in so much strife. I had to stop my bad habits.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1352 Tragic Moment
Tragic Moment
That tragic moment That went on and on Didn't let him rest From night to dawn.
Those flashes of moments gone by, Where the truth didn't lie. The moments of death From man to man.
These moments did not lie. They were tragic. Mankind learned about war By and by.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1353 Train
A train of flowers, A train with seats, A train of people, Standing in a row.
I love trains of any kind. Their shape is what I like. Trains of toy trains are beautiful, And I just like trains.
A train of roses, A train of vases, A train of rain. All is beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1354 Train That Went Around The World
The train that sped around the world, Kept up with the spin of the globe, Never moving one inch forward or back. It just kept up high velocity, Around the earth's vicinity.
We all wondered why it went this way, But knowing how things go, The train only would know, For it's life's mission may be to have fun, Or just show mankind how technology can be done.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1355 Trajectory
The rockets trajectory, Made me happy. It's rocket boosters, Sinking down to ground.
The rocket's trajectory, Made me wonder, How it's break from gravity, Was what it needed.
It seemed to me, A marvel in the sky. While I stared at it, It made me cry.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1356 Treasures
Treasures
I have a treasure in my pant pocket, And one shining in the clouds. I have a treasure in the swaying palms, And in the voices of children yelling out loud.
Treasures abound in this world so wide, There are treasures in my graceful stride. I walk along so beautifully, A treasure to look at and see.
My children know not but love. They are treasures handed me from above. The most valuable treasure in the world is me. No He is who created me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1357 Tree
Tree
Tree, do you know, The meaning of life? I come to you, With my head bent.
I don't know, The meaning of life, But you seem to, And know it well.
Well, the wind blown tree said, I have many roads available to me, That I can travel on. These large and little branches, Are my roads.
And do you see my fruits? This is all the work I've done, That shows up in my fruits. You can also work hard, To obtain the fruits of your labor.
My green leaves, said the tree, Is tranquility for my watchers. I hope you too, Can spread tranquility to others.
Oh tree, you taught me so much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1358 Tree Swayed In Nightly Pose
The tree swayed in nightly pose. It seemed to like it's posture. Blowing on a warm summer's breeze, Hour upon hour.
The tree moved it's branches, In which ever direction it could. Wherever in the sky it blew, It mentioned to me it could.
It said that it should, Go on with it's pretty nightly dance.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1359 Trellises Of Sunshine
Trellises of sunshine strewn through my garden. I stepped one by one through all of them. What was the meaning of such beauty? I couldn't find thoughts. I had to let it be.
I, who found words for everything, Couldn't conjure up even one. For you see, Nature captivated me.
Trellises of sunshine strewn through my garden, Entered my now sunshiny heart. They flew around me and through me, And were like Cupid's dart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1360 Trill Of The Notes (Heart Music)
Notes hit my ear, As the water smashed against the pier. I started making a song out of them, I couldn't even write.
The trill of these notes were beyond my grasp.
I walked along this beach, I still couldn't these notes reach. I started wondering Where from where this song was emanating.
Then I heard the heart of a guitar, A drum, And an electric sitar, And I kept mum.
Because I couldn't really hear them. These instruments played in my brain. Souls of talented ones, Who I heard on the radio and concerts, Played in my soul again and again.
This was heart music.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1361 Tropical City
Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun The breezes that falter down cool alleys In the city built in the sun
Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run The old ones who stagger through dusty roads Of a city built in the sun
And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well Of the hours passed in fantasies When my mind on thoughts would dwell
On greatest trains and rains and sounds of cricket games being won of lotuses flames and evenings In the city built in the sun
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1362 Try As I May
Try As I May
Try as I may, it wouldn't work out, As I worked and worked till it would. I tried so hard to make it work, But try as I may, it wouldn't work out.
I stopped trying now, I really did. It didn't matter a bit, Wherever things may go. I didn't even want to know.
I gave up completely now. I couldn't get it done. But somehow now, It all worked out.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1363 Try Hard
You See
You see, I liked to play and play But the rest of the world did work and work. But I played the entire day Because I liked to play.
You see, one day I lost control Of who I was or what I did. Playing around did not Suit someone like me.
So I worked and worked. I worked all day. I never stopped But that did not suit me.
One day, I decided to Work and play. When I decided to do both The work and play filled my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1364 Try Harder
Try As I May
Try as I may, it wouldn't work out, As I worked and worked till it would. I tried so hard to make it work, But try as I may, it wouldn't work out.
I stopped trying now, I really did. It didn't matter a bit, Wherever things may go. I didn't even want to know.
I gave up completely now. I couldn't get it done. But somehow now, It all worked out.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1365 Tumbled Down
I ran and sat and tumbled down, Because it was hills I loved so much. I loved to scale higher points, To the top of the highest high. I ran and sat and tumbled down. I liked to read at the top of the hill. I liked to write at the top too. I studied my books over there, And liked to run and sit and tumble down. I like the hill because it was mine. I was the only one this hill was used to.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1366 Tumbling
Through space and through time, The act of tumbling was mine. I gave tumbling an extra kick. I gave tumbling an extra zap.
I loved tumbling, So I did it on the playground. I even tumbled in my room with books all around. These books went tumbling too.
Tumble, tumble all the way, Tumble, tumble I would say. Tumble, tumble that's how I'd play. Tumble, tumble all night, all day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1367 Turning Around
Negotiating a Curve
My new car liked driving fast. It almost turned upside down. This car knew no normal speeds, So it swiftly swung around.
You see, this car was made for me, For I would teach it some tricks. I taught about slowing down, But it did not like tricks.
I learned quickly that you cannot change, Anything or anyone. This car was like a human. It was like everyone.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1368 Twinkling
A Twinkling Star
A twinkling star, Caught me attention. It seemed different than the others. It couldn't by me figure out why. I looked at it with a telescope now, And there it disappeared. That star of happiness did not appear. I began to look inwards now, And saw a little twinkle here and there. My happiness twinkled merrily. It was my twinkling star.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1369 Twisted Song
The rock band sang a song today. They sang about tragedy. The sang about play. This rock band's tune was twisted.
For those who listened from far and near. For those who heard from high and low. The notes heard seemed twisted. This song came from an origin that didn't exist.
The rock band scrambled to write it down. The notes did not comply. The band players kept playing it. The song ended with a twisted sigh.
The twisted song came, From so many broken hearts, That the audience felt their songs. Those were the twisted songs of their lives.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1370 Twitter From My Bird
You twitter from the branch, Just above my house, And make everything lithe and bright. You are my bright light.
You flap your small wings, Your twitter rings, Through my ears, And your wings across my eyes.
Twittering bird, You merrily dance, On the floor of dirt, You happily prance.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1371 Two
Two
This leaf looked at his dark green side And soon there he looked his light green side. He realized the two tones Both to be pretty.
The ocean looked at it's bright blue waters Then at it's tumultuous dark blue ones. He two realized the two sides One so happy and the other angry.
The sunlight said to himself That I must set too. He realized the two tones of itself Both to be realized.
The poet saw in himself His two moods, one to be up and the other down. His malady was his talents. His creativity swinging in two moods.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1372 Two Hands That Counldn'T Clap
I moved my left hand around, To achieve a thunder clapping sound. I moved my right hand too, To achieve a thunder clapping sound.
But as they both moved around, Their palms refused to meet. These hands refused to, Dance around together.
I didn't know what to do, So I turned on beautiful music. These hands started to clap, To the rhythm of rap.
I talked to both hands, I encouraged their new liason. I forced my clapping them. I learned how to clap.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1373 Uh Oh Uh Oh
Uh Oh Uh Oh
Uh oh you changed my heart. Uh oh, uh oh I didn't think that was good. You burnt me bad With all your expressions. Uh oh uh uh oh you put my Hearts' love in remission. Oh ho uh oh Your broke my mind. Now I can't any love find. In electronic voice I say: Uh oh uh oh. And the computerized sound did say: Uh oh uh oh.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1374 Umbrellas
Umbrellas
The outpour was so heavy, We all pulled open our umbrellas. Wow, how fast we did that. But we loved the fresh aroma of the rain.
In life I also loved the high speed times, When I had to run in that kind of rain. I gained speed and learned it fast. That rain was of gain.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1375 Uncharted Territories
Uncharted Territories
Man didn't figure out, The rampant hatred, Of each other, And then the love too.
Man wanted everything you know. But why the evil ensue? It goes on and on, Reassuring nothing to no one.
I once wondered sitting on a rock, While my thoughts wandered, And I discovered the me in me, And therefore humanity.
The evil comes from a different source, Somehow etched outside us. The meditative good, Inside us.
But why do wars go on rampantly? Is it because of society? Is it the establishment? But the core of the establishment is us.
Where does evil come from? I wish I knew.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1376 Undecided
Should I step forward, Or do I go backward. Do I walk left, Or should I walk right. I didn't know whether it day, Or did it turn night.
My indecision was messing with me.
Should I write a paper, Or should I read it? Should I run fast, Or take a long rest?
My indecision messed me up.
But the border between, Forward and back, The left and the right, The day and the night,
Left me undecided, About how to live my day. For this I had to pay, A cost because.
My indecision is messing me up.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1377 Under That Tree
Under That Tree
My friend and I were in a daze. Were in the same place now as we were just a while ago? That tree unlike my friend knew each other well. But that was a year ago.
My tree and my friend were now in a new circle of friends. So we were all enjoying ice-cream cones. Ha, ha, ha, how the tree laughed And we made a royal mess splashing the ice-cream around The leaves, the grass and around our money.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1378 Underneath The Rain
Underneath the Rain
Underneath the rain I played And slid on it With my glad shoes.
These shoes slid Gayle be underneath the rain. No outpour Just light rain.
Underneath the rain That was my playground And I played And played on it all day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1379 Understood
You didn't comprehend, I just a bit understood, She stood mentally still, He just stood.
The lesson at hand, Was built in sand. No one could this lesson, Understand.
All looked and looked, Till they understood all they could see, That the large sand castle, Could their lesson be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1380 Unique Song
Unique Song
The notes bounced, announced a feeling, That threw me off, then on balance and in more positions. Of which I was cautious of all. Yet I would yearn about some vagary and dismiss it, Then do that about some other vagary and dismiss that.
Yet these erratic notes that hit me strong, Told me my soul didn’t belong. This composer’s song got worse and worse, Even though I followed his notes and verse, Straining more now, Wouldn’t he rescue me from my malaise.
But no, he wouldn’t, Because his song was not just his song. It could be anybody’s special song, if they just pondered upon it for long.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1381 United States: Seventy-Two
Yeah, we took pot then, And got clubbed by the police. You know what we called them? Fascist, racist pigs.
Bob Dylan and Woodstock, That was our first nation, Everyone cared for everyone And we held sessions.
Don't yell, Go to hell, I don't like that word. Sit in an ink well and look absurd. Got no pretty face, we talk about the black race. Compensations and explanations, We blew our creeping Ivy-educations. we took coke and flew high, We stuck needles and couldn't see the sky.
Hi, fly me, I'm Mary Jane, And Mary, your grass is fiving me a pain. Shout down the dean, ANd they'll all turn green. The Nineteen-seventy two and one, That's when we burned colleges for fun. It was horrible, We were crazy, schitzy people.
To a smoker it's a Kent, At that college fell the tent. She kneeled and creamed in fright, For the student's body was cold and white. Yeah, National Guard. And your heads full of lard.
Don't yell. Go ring the school bell.
Remember S-D-S It stood for students against a damaged society; yes.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1382 And society's long-haired Jesus, All over campuses, got past and got through, Others with bullets to heaven flew.
Fly high, In your privately owned sky, Go ring the college bell, Sit in an ink well.
Ink is usually blue, That's how we usually felt too. You freak, what did you do to her, Did you--her?
Go ring the college bell, Go sit in an ink well.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1383 Universe
Hubble Telescope
The panoramic view, Of the galaxies anew, Some old ones too. Who would know.
Who would know, That a space telescope, Would one day discover, The universe's soul.
The space within though, Goes uncharted, With hearts parted, And no one to figure out why.
If we could for the soul, A Hubble Telescope buy. We would see galaxies anew, Inside us.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1384 Uprooted
I always loved my home, When I was a little girl. I flew kites on the second floor, I giggled and smiled behind the doors.
One day this little girl, Kissed the walls of her house goodbye. Daddy had been transferred once again. To have him train and re-train.
This girl with the smile, And the kite, And that door to play behind, Lost her smile.
There were too many transfers, She got uprooted so much.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1385 Vacuum
Vacuum
The creation of colors And ideas Came from colors before They even reflected.
I loved the rainbows all around My skies everywhere. I love these skies All around me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1386 Vase
The vase was half empty, It was half full. Yet the fresh flowers in it, Were colorful.
A girl tried to figure out, The reason for it's flowers' Numbers, On their emptiness or fullness, She had a doubt.
She counted and counted, Her counting to nothing amounted. This vase was both, Empty and full.
The girl in her resignation, Sat down in front of this vase. Now she just sat to admire it, Not to quantify it.
The vase was empty. The vase was full. The vase and it's flowers, Were beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1387 Veranda
I played on countless days, On my veranda grand. Bathed in numerous sun's rays, I up and down it ran.
On many days, I'd invite friends, For some frolicksome fun. We all played and played, till the day was done.
They loved my huge veranda. They on it played and played and played, Even to this day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1388 Verdure
The grass, alive with verdure. It spoke of leave, trees and forests. The grass smelled fresh, It's identity was meant well.
This grass spoke of verdure. It meant the whole world was green. For green was nature's chosen color, It was chosen by man too.
This grass was beautiful.
Many times, I disrespect this grass. I don't know my own meandering ways. Yet the grass always guides me, It shows me the way.
This grass was beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1389 Verse
Simple Lined Verse
Simple lined poem, With a simple verse, Goes twice a mile, And isn't worse.
I read and read, Those complex ones, And came out confused, And wanting for something else.
A simple lined poem, With a simple verse, Goes twice a mile, And isn't worse.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1390 Violet
Violet
I am violet today and feel violet. Yesterday's meeting in the restaurant Left me with this color A sort of sweet but too serious one
We knew each other for so long. Today's feelings were strong. I made me belong to yesterday. I was violet just today.
You never liked to laugh much Nor smile at all. I loved you very much And ever, ever more.
I feel violet todays.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1391 Violet Mood
Violet Mood
I sat with my pen in my hand. The thoughts from above did land, On my paper one by one, So serious, so straight forward.
It was a violet mood.
I sat on a rock thinking, Thinking about so many thoughts, The thoughts which bought, Everything I sought.
It was a violet mood.
My plume finished off the story, About so many things sad, And glory. I felt my story held in my story.
I was in a violet mood.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1392 Walking In The Light Of Night
I walk in the light of the night, Convinced I saw everything. Reaching the nighttime forest, It suddenly dawned on me,
That the place of most darkness, Was what the world gave to me. The darkness of the forest terrified me. This forest no longer looked beautiful.
Now emerged a light in this night, From this forest is what I thought, But the light shown too close to me, That even when I stepped back to find, Wouldn't show itself to me, But it was there, there all along.
Now I sat on the forest floor, With crossed legs and eyes closed, This light in the forest was me. Now the darkness of this forest didn't matter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1393 Wall
I hit my head against it, For I failed my science exam. I leaned my body against it, From the exhaustion of doing so.
I bounded my fist on it, And wondered why I did. I sighed in front of it. But it didn't matter.
For it didn't matter what I did.
But at least this wall, Was my friend, For whatever I did to it, It let me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1394 Wall Of My Life
Wall of My Life
I can't get past the Heaven at the garden. The wall won't let me, I can't see beyond me.
The wall is not transparent. The wall is not soft. The wall doesn't float in, Air that wafts.
My life seconds, Go by so fast. I cannot go beyond this wall, At last.
I now get up faster than I know, And decide to jump over it with a pole. I landed in a verdant garden. I started my life at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1395 Want To Love You
I want to love you, But you won't love me. I've struggled to see, What that was all about.
I want to love you, But you see, Your love is not for me. I wondered why.
I want to love you, And now I see, That you were also just waiting for me, But didn't know what I was thinking, That, This love was waiting for both you and me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1396 Wanting Everything
Wanting Everything
I wanted everything the world had to offer. I saw all things to prefer. Without limits I tried to grasp them. But alas, I couldn't get them.
My need to grasp all things, Lead me nowhere. When I stopped needing, Green lights flashed every where.
I learned lessons of life, That no one was allowed to take, Everything for their sake. Alas it was true.
My wanting everything would not do.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1397 Warm Breezes
Palm Trees
The palm trees of my land Swayed in my memories of time. The New York scene of snow Did not let those memories grow.
I yearned everyday Of warm breezes And warmer times in my life. Oh New York, you couldn't beat that.
But later the snowmen were built By the very hands that held snow. I decided to put a scarf and a carrot Nose where the cold winds did grow.
I decided the two lands Were great in themselves. One hot, one cold. I decided I loved them both.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1398 Warmth
Warmth
The warmth of the Earth, Told me it was either good or bad. It seemed the devils of the dark environment Were at work.
Human hands contaminating the Earth Filled it with pollution and grey. It was like there was no solution Only the downfall of Earth and no sun's ray.
The warmth turned to heat. The heat was not wanted By us But never stopped by us.
This generation stopped The next generation From enjoying life. It was Earth contaminated.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1399 Was That Your Song?
Was That Your Song?
Was that your song Of all the things that went wrong In your life so long Where you thought didn't belong?
I beg to defer That you were given enough That life had to offer you A plethora of things.
Was that your song now That you were merrily happy? Life had given you so much. You were cheery as such.
Was that your song now? That you understood what life was. It was sad and happy too But it was mostly happy.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1400 Watching Carefully
Watching Carefully
I learned later in life That I should watch Everything carefully.
I did so every day In my life there on. It enriched my soul.
Experiencing all This way Helped me gain knowledge. With this then gave me more courage.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1401 Water
The gushing, whirring, crashing Of white and blue upon blue, Swirling like my own brain's activity. Thoughts after thoughts in chaotic electricity
Cascading water in acceleration, Falling in electric patterns like my brain, From atop a blue u-turn, a horseshoe shape, With showering mist arising from the middle.
My thoughts or the waterfalls?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1402 Water Droplet
I saw a droplet of water, Lingering on the ledge. It's fate seemed to be, On the very edge.
But as I looked on, Nothing seemed to be wrong. This water droplet, Hung on, hung on.
I tried to capture one, In the pouring rain. But it remained the same, The same, the same.
It's fate was determined. It would splatter when it fell. My hand couldn't intervene, Not even if I meant well.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1403 Water Splashing
Splish splash, I was wettig my lash, Cuz I needed to wash my face. And I did it so smoothly.
Splish splash, I was stomping in a puddle. In the middle of the day. Under the new sun's day.
Splish splash, I was wetting my umbrella, While running through the water, With my delightedly screaming daughter.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1404 Watercolors
I felt the leafy green, And saw it's watercolor hue. The hue came in colors, Of ocean water blue.
I felt the sky's blue, And saw it's watercolor hue. The hue came in different colors, In the hands of a painter too.
I picked up the brush, Of the rainbow kind. It's colors painted, My dazzled mind.
For that rainbow, Was the color of my heart.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1405 Waters
Glasses
When he wore rose colored glasses, Everything was fine But something alluded him Something he couldn't find.
He tried on white colored glasses And all seemed invisible And something alluded him Something he couldn't find.
He took off all his glasses And nature to see. All nature things Were indeed be.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1406 Wavelength
Wavelengths of red, And orange, And yellow.
Wavelengths of green.
Wavelengths of blue, Of indigo, And violet.
My heart's rainbow too. The same as the sky's. My heart with green and blue. My heart with nature's perfect synchrynocity.
Rainbows of my mind beckon me, I can straight to the zenith see. This rainbow's colorful symphony.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1407 Waves Of Water
The variation of blue, And waves of green, Nature held it's paintbrush, And painted the water blue-green.
It was made for the seer, The call for the enjoyer. The blue-green waved, In ups and downs of motion.
I could not believe in me, That such variation of beauty, Could be. Nature's hand so talented.
I wish I could be an artist, Just like nature.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1408 Ways
Roads
There were clearly more roads That he could travel. There were hundreds Than a thousand more.
All roads did not have a meaning. These roads did not know there own ends. His road was particularly difficult And it over whelmed his life.
One road was rocky, the other one smooth. The other road was hilly, another one was straight. One road met another road And became one road.
There were clearly more roads That he could travel. And he travelled so many of them. He loved his life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1409 We
We
We pranced through the field, And danced through the forest. We bounced on the wind, And on the sand we found rest.
I pushed you up that tree, And you broke branches three, And I pushed you up further, Where I couldn't see.
You were my partner in crime. A crime so sweet where no one got hurt. I pushed you in the ocean. I pushed you into the lake. All was done for all fun's sake.
You finally made me yours. We danced forever. You now ran after me, Forever and ever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1410 We Dance So Much
We Dance So Much
We dance so much And no work done. We fun and frolic All day long.
We like it this way. I want it this way. We crave fun and games. I crave childhood.
This childhood in us Needs to stay protected. One more chance Not to go undetected.
I long for those days When I was a child So I decided to stay there For a while.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1411 We Despise
I Despise
I despise the way you look At the girls who are pretty and smart. I despise the way you dream About all their prettiness scheme.
You despise the way I look At the boys handsome and smart. So we both despise each other So we both continue to look.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1412 We Sang Songs Together
We Sang Songs Together
We sang songs together, Every day. We had fun and frolicked During rain and sunny day.
The energy was spent, Loving each other. I wanted you only, Not any other.
You make my heart race, And rapidly it would pace. We hold on to teach each other, So softly.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1413 We Were There
We Were There
When you needed us, We were there. I made sure that we showed you, That we loved you.
You two were my precious children. You were the ones who were the sunshine. I remember when you first ran. I remember when you first sang.
Your school books in your hand. You playing with sandbox sand. I kissed you both when you smiled. Your kisses back made me smile.
I know you're all grown, And I know we were there for you. You are so beautiful and tall now, And we adorably love you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1414 Well
What If?
What if all the leaves on the trees Were dollars galore? And we could stuff them into our banks? Then the entire world would be rich.
What if each of the drops in the ocean Were sapphires galore? And we could put them into our banks? Then the entire Earth would be rich.
What if all the dirt on the Earth Were laden out as pretty, shiny pennies? And we could roll them in our banks? Then the entire population would be wealthy.
But would that really be so? There still would be the poor, the poorer and the poorest. And the rich, richer and richest.
We just can't let it work out Can we?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1415 Went Down
Fell Down
I can't count, How many times I fell down. It meant I had to get up. Get up and get around.
The situation got worse, As the months went by. I couldn't sigh, So I cried.
This falling down, Meant I had to get up. I tried and tried, And it worked.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1416 What A Lovely Poem You Are
What a Lovely Poem You Are
Oh when I heard your voice, It was the prettiest noise. It went rippling through, I heard it loud and clear.
Your heart ever true, Did things so sweet. Of all people ever, You'd be the one I would want to meet.
What a lovely poem you are. Your face so placid and kind. You are of all poems, So hard to find.
What a lovely poem you are.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1417 What Are Those?
What are Those He Asked?
My plane descended very slowly. It tilted it's left wing strongly. Below me was a continuous carpet of light. It was a Southern California night.
I asked the man seated next to me, What are those that he sees? He asked me back, What are these? He seemed in total confusion.
I asked Mr. Alva Edison, To exchange seats with me. In the window seat he looked avidly. He didn't understand.
Mr. Edison sir, It's your creation. Down there it's in multiplication. Mr. Edison asked, are those light-bulbs?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1418 What Can I Do?
What can I do, When you act this way? Your act of rudeness in everyway. You scream at me I know. Your attitude is sad and low. You cannot act good you know.
I tried to love you, In a beautiful way. But you were diffident, In a proud way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1419 What Do I Do?
Why has God abandoned me? Why? I sit in my room with the TV on, But slide down the couch and shut my eyes. I have food in the fridge but don't want to eat it.
What have I done so boorish to deserve this, When we were married for so long? What went wrong? Why don't we belong?
If you came back to me, It would be wonderful you see. We would take walks merrily. But I am on my own.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1420 What Do You Want From Me?
What Do You Want From Me?
You were given everything You see. Do you even appreciate The things I gave for you from me?
You never loved me Full. You always appreciated other men. You didn't even looked at me.
I think that you should Go now. I don't appreciate you. If you were not loved you would do that too.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1421 What Do You Want?
What Do You Want?
I gave you everything today. I gave so much yesterday. You get and get and receive. Still you want more.
So I gave you less and less. And I watched you go under. It's as if you couldn't stand it. You just had to have it.
You are funny to observe. You're wanting so much. But it is when you weren't give anything That's when you improved as such.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1422 What Happened Today Was A Big Mistake
What Happened Today was a Mistake
Those corporate laws just made me mad. The walls they put up made me sad. I couldn't believe that we're in war. But when love manifests, it's a sore.
The world we live in curbs our needs. It sends messages that can't be dealt with. The inner world half destroyed. Can't be picked-up and leaves a void.
Wars are allowed and permitted you see. But restrictions don't allow you and me. So the laws in the world are a big mistake. What are the possibilities?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1423 What Happened?
Why did we end-up this way? Was it in our stars or the day? We could've surmised that the anger, In our eyes, Could've damaged the love we felt.
But today it did not matter, For the issue did not get stronger. Our love and our laughter, Made everything nicer.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1424 What I Did Today
What I Did Today
Today I mesmerized all people in the world With my love, love, love. That is what they needed badly. They just sat there sadly, sadly, sdaly.
I smiled and smiled and smiled at them. Some radiantly smiled back, some mildly. I picked up the ones lying on the pavement From use of alcohol and use of drugs.
I kissed and hugged the children so They would kiss me back and hug me too. I mesmerized them with my smiles. They mesmerized me with there.
I realized this world was wide And I had a lot of merriment to give. I wanted this world In happiness to live.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1425 What If?
Your love is like sifting sand. It makes no sense when I stand, On it because it changes place.
What if I change the sifting sand, Into rock solid cement? Then it would hurt my feet, not knowing where to put them.
What if I told you to swim in a waterfall? Then you'd not be able to stay afloat. But what if I told you to stand on love?
Then you'd be engaged in your heart forever.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1426 What Made You Think This Way?
What made you think this way? Ofcourse I love you. I was not to be doubted this way Since I never have done anything wrong.
I adore you so much. I would do anything as such As to show you All my love.
Don't think anything is wrong. I for you long. So don't think this way. Live in the happiness of the path that here lays.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1427 What We Sought Is Why We Fought
The fight in it's entirety, For what I was seeking, Made me wonder what I was fighting for. Couldn't I just have waited?
Like presents from Heaven dropped tumbling down to me?
Showing me better ways in multiplicity. So I embarked on the path, no one would take, But then I knew of my awakening to make, A better consumer of life's offers.
Now, I didn't feel compelled to fight, For all those pretty objects in sight. For now it was God's plan alongside mine. Working with his hand holding mine.
That happily got me to my mission, Of finding what I seeked, Not fighting for what I seeked.
Then God let go of my childlike hands, When we both achieved that peaceful plan.
Of much sweeter and thoughtful seeking, Of foregoing the mindless and aggressive fighting, Resulting in happy gaining, Of all the many things I wanted out of life.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1428 What Were You Saying?
What were you saying? Did you say 'Ilove you? ' You never quite say it, Though I wanted you to.
I've waited so long, For those three words. But I think it absurd, To do so.
Today, so suddenly, You said the magic words. I threw my arms around you. I'll never stop holding you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1429 What Would I Like To Do?
What Would I Like to Do?
It happened on a crackling thunderous day. I watched this thunderstorm all day. I didn't know what to do. So I just stayed and stayed.
The next day all was quiet, Too quiet to reckon with. What would I like to do? No adventure came my way.
You see I knew not me. I thought all the world was outside me. I knew the world far and wide But the inner space seemed far outside.
One day I knew what I had to do. I stumbled across something brand new. That brand new was me And oh what an adventure was myself you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1430 When I Called You
When I Called You
When I called you, You were always there. You were always there, For me.
When I longed for you, You were holding me, And I was holding you. We were together.
I spent nights dreaming of you, And days daydreaming too. You visage was like an angel's. You were so good to me.
When I called you, You came to me. You made the living Fine.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1431 When I Cried, I Was Never Alone
I cried and cried, With no recourse About how to solve my problem.
This agony intensified to an internal storm, Which broke everything in sight. It shattered my enthusiasm for life, Yet something in me endured.
This was the biggest puzzle to me, Myself in civil war, The ME torn in between, Those two sides that are always there.
Suddenly, I discovered that this internal space, Where I thought I cried alone, Was also the same place where God's light shone.
So I realized that in my embattled thoughts, I had never been alone.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1432 When I Drove Around
When I drove around, I drove to nothing, As many times I do.
For the charted trails, And mapped out roads, Are marked with too many knowns. I would rather go to the unknown, driving in my car.
When I reach that nothing, I know what to do. I can imagine new rock formations, And new waterfalls, that never existed, On this jungle area of rock.
The challenge to form somewhere out of nowhere, Gave me thrills. I made swinging monkeys on trees, And anything else I wanted.
So my nowhere turned into a somewhere, And I drove the car home in great satisfaction, Only the next day, driving off into another fun nowhere.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1433 When I First Saw You
When I First Saw You
When I first saw you You didn't recognize There was so much love in my eyes For you.
When I first saw you You didn't realize How much, how much I loved you.
You were caught in your daily duties. You were covered with your work. You didn't see or hear me. You didn't feel me.
When I first saw you You didn't recognize There was so much love in my eyes For you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1434 When I Held A Cloud In My Hand
When I held a cloud, In my hand, It was a lovely day. I couldn't even understand, How it could be this way.
When I held a cloud, In my hand, The radiance at hand, Spoke to me of happiness, Across the land.
When I held a cloud, In my hand, I understood what it meant, That this is the way, Happiness went.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1435 When I Saw You
When I saw you, I saw your boots, And shirt and pants, Your sturdy stride, Your limited pride, Your lovely scarf, Your handsome face, Your feet about to race, Your bent of mind, Your money I saw and could find.
Mostly, I saw your sunshine, In your heart and soul.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1436 When I Wished Upon Some Stars
When I Wished Upon Some Stars
One night I wished Upon some stars, The moon got jealous.
He wished he was the superstar, Of all the Heavens. This moon didn't like my adulation of the stars.
So one night it decided to hide away, From all the stars that were in his way. This moon of ours couldn't get it straight.
When I wished Upon some stars, I thought the moon was beautiful and great.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1437 When I Write It Goes Away
The Muse Protects Me
When I write it goes away. It subsides by night, And grows by day. This fear rattles my insides.
Ever so gently it creeps, Inside my soul's fright, Only to rattle still, This creepy fear.
I'm sitting in an open room, With nobody in it but me. This creepy feeling, what a fright, But not when I write.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1438 When People Spoke To Me
When People Spoke to Me
When people spoke to me I realized They mainly spoke the truth. It bothered me that all didn't. Many didn't care. To many it didn't matter. But the God above knew Who was telling the truth.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1439 When We Met
When We Met
When we met the world turned around The other way. I had you in mind and couldn't figure out The mysterious way we attracted each other.
I kissed you and yearned after you every minute. My kiss of yearning for was heart felt mysterious. My heart flung out fluttering bits here and there And everywhere.
By and by we started walking at the beach. And once again we yearned for each other. We married a while later. We thanked each other and God.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1440 When You Needed It
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1441 When You Needed Me
I Held Your Hand
I held your hand when you needed. Sometimes you cried so hard. You were a soft baby When you sobbed hard.
I held your hand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1442 Where Did You Go?
Where Did You Go?
I went to stroll, Through a field of flowers. I didn't go away. I just went wandering.
The flowers grew so happily, In their field and they smiled at me. I didn't go away. I just went wandering.
In my wanderings I wondered, Why you weren't with me. Where did you go and why? It didn't matter I guess.
In my wanderings I wondered, Why it happened the way it did. Why aren't you with me? Where did you go?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1443 Where The Churn Meets The Grain
I stood on the border, Of churn meets the grain, And marveled at the strict, Boundary that did prevail.
Yet the blue-white, And the beige, Knew what was right, And so it created a beautiful sight.
I noticed now, Right at my feet, That I flopped down, At my sandy seat.
The water churned, On top of the sand, And dancing in it's melody, I swirled around my hand.
In crashing waves, Upon it's friend, The beach sand.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1444 Where Were You?
Where Were You?
Where were you, When I wanted to show you, Some new and fantastic thing, I had made?
Where were you, When I worked so hard, That I needed help so much, But you weren't there.
Where were you, When the lights went out? Why you were, Standing right next to me!
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1445 While Responding
While responding
While responding to this world, I thought it strange how they acted. They hadn't learned their lesson Not today or yesterday.
The common response was to Whatever they wanted In spite of the word Got tainted.
It seemed they didn't Care about God And the pity was they Thought he wasn't there.
While responding to this world I thought it strange how they acted They hadn't learned their lesson About how to take care of each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1446 Whirrrrrrrr - Cars! ! !
I rode in my mommy's car. The other cars drove by. The others cars made a whirring sound. My mommy's car made me sigh.
For her speed-o-meter, Read such low figures, I felt sad, But for her it didn't matter.
But I sat in my seat, Enjoying the scene, When my mom proclaimed, Look out there.
At the whirrrrrrring cars.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1447 White
The white of the sky, The white ocean expanse, The white computer screen, The white paper page.
The white cookie cream, The white wedding dress, The white ice-cream on cone, That white lie.
The white sheets to lie on. The white washed wall. The white car, And it's white coated driver.
The white daisy. The white rose. The white freshly plowed snow. The white snowflakes landing on my head.
The white gloves. My white socks. The white powder. The white board. The white computer screen.
If undone would turn, Seven colored rainbows, Inside each of us. But we don't want to
Give our selves away, We don't want to share, Our inner colors that make us up. Our inner colors that make our beauty.
Our rainbow selves in hiding, We look around to see nothing, But emptiness in our existence
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1448 With each other and the world.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1449 White And Black
Black and White
I liked these colors, Black and white. They seemed to oppress none. My history in the making, Should use of them such. I enjoyed black and white, Because they were opposites. I enjoyed the richness, Of black and white, As well as their oppositeness. They complemented each other, And belonged to each other. In the life of a rainbow, All colors were included, When producing black and white.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1450 White Clouds Beckoned Me
White Clouds Beckoned Me
I saw a change in the world's environment. It caused alarm and concern in me. I wondered if we were done for Our global human race.
But the white clouds beckoned me And told me stories of salvation. They said it was not too late To set another date.
Another date was not so clear As if to that if should come fast. The message from the heavens Did not last.
At last the clouds beckoned me And said it was too late. That humankind was unkind To save the human race.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1451 White Lightening And Snow Flakes
I tasted drifting snowflakes, And noticed their lace bodies. I saw my room's lightening white, Bleach-up it's walls so bright.
I had to chose between good white or better white. The human tendency to chose then fight. Still the question grew in my head, Now I HAD to pick and choose, 'I said.'
The lightening shot right through my brain, The speed of light was a speed insane, For the electric charges darted left and right. The flashes sparked everything within my sight.
Then the lacy flakes of delicate taste, And shapes and densities of any kind, Whitened waters of my mind, So soft and white, hard to find.
Darting, lightening white, Lacey snowflakes floating bright, One at jagged and dangerous speed, One slippery and soft indeed.
Now I came to realize, Now it was really hard to decide, That nor the soft snow nor the flash lightening, Could be compromised, Because they were,
BOTH manufactured by Heaven, To touch, play in, wonder at and see. My lightening bolts and snowflakes, Were both chosen by me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1452 White Milk
Milk White
I thought milk was wonderful, To drink, And to think, About.
I saw milk in the sky, In the white of the clouds, In the sun white sky. I would a lot of milk buy.
I drank a lot of milk. It was as smooth as silk. I looked up in the nighttime sky, And there was the Milky Way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1453 White Skies?
White Skies?
I went to see the world on my own. It felt safe and sound. I saw radiant skies above The radiance shown all around.
My world was fresh and fancy. Filled with clouds and trees. I wanted it to stay that way But it won't stay.
I pondered who the villians were You see they were you and me We were the culture of modernity Always in a rush and hurry.
I went to see the world on my own. I felt it in danger and ruins. Mankind felt like dark skies. And the darkness shown all around.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1454 Whites
I saw a bunny tail so white. The deer's tail also white. I couldn't say be me, How white something can be.
I ran my kite over frothy white surf. And I played with the white hats that came with my surf. White swirled in my mocha galore, And white landed creamy in my tea I drank near this shore.
White. God's way of reflecting all the colors of the rainbow. I find white where ever I go.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1455 Who's Tracks
With my wings outstretched, I swooped over the sand, As my feet pitter-pattered, Drawing foot prints across the sand.
I then swooped down to, Make more footprints across the sand. This time not recognizing what had gone wrong. Who's others footprints had come along.
I gazed and gazed till confusion set in. Whose footsteps they could've been. But they were footsteps of another day. They were my very own, the beach did say.
But I did not remember that frolicksome day. When I had made my own footsteps in the sand, Running and swooping over it, under the sun's rays,
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1456 Why Didn't It Occur To You?
Why didn't it occur to you?
Why didn't it occur to you That I might have a life too? It wasn't always working all day And no hours passed for play.
You didn't think we needed A paid vacation Just an another hour of vocation. We did work all day and night.
Why did it occur to you That I might have a life too? It wasn't always working all day And no hours passed for play.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1457 Why Didn'T It?
Why didn't the sun rise today? And why didn't the rooster crow today? Why didn't I dance fast? And why didn't the song last?
I wondered in the mid-morning. I asked about it in mid-noon. I sang about it but could not find, And answer in my heart or mind.
But then a ray of sun shone up, And told me what was up. Nothing happened because of me, I am the one who could've, Made it happened you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1458 Why Do You Do That?
Why do You do That?
Why do you sing the way you do? It must be that God gifted you! I love your voice racing through the air. Your song and you make a pair.
Your notes flow evenly so. You hit the high notes then the low. You don't care much about the others. You just want to sing just rather.
Why do you sing the you do? It must be that God gifted you! Your voice today so loving Like a white dove cooing.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1459 Why Do You Do This?
Why Do You Do This?
Why do you think this is happening? The world is at a loss. You are so steeped in poverty, And they want to be the boss.
Why does this situation work out, Over and over again, Throughout humanity's history, Throughout it's unstable reign.
I thought and thought, My head off. Then I realized it made no sense. This was not up to me to solve.
Humanity pays, While God saves, Yet we don't listen. To him but pay the price.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1460 Why?
Why didn't the sun rise today? And why didn't the rooster crow today? Why didn't I dance fast? And why didn't the song last?
I wondered in the mid-morning. I asked about it in mid-noon. I sang about it but could not find, And answer in my heart or mind.
But then a ray of sun shone up, And told me what was up. Nothing happened because of me, I am the one who could've, Made it happened you see.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1461 Wife
My Own
You are my very own, My own life. You are my love, My love, my wife.
I loved you, From the start. I love you now. My love, my wife.
Do you love me too? My wife do you? Do you think of me? Do you think of me my wife?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1462 Wild
Channel 2 weather forecast, Predicted a little storm. I never believed it's magnitude. The weather was very warm.
And now it caught speed, Of a kind I knew. It twirled the hair, On the top of my head, 'How queer, ' I said.
The storm was mighty, It blew bikes and buses around. It blew in volumes and volumes, Of crazy sound around.
I enjoyed this storm, And my wet skin. I was sad when it stopped, It's rawness of wild wind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1463 Wild Storm
Channel 2 weather forecast, Predicted a little storm. I never believed it's magnitude. The weather was very warm.
And now it caught speed, Of a kind I knew. It twirled the hair, On the top of my head, 'How queer, ' I said.
The storm was mighty, It blew bikes and buses around. It blew in volumes and volumes, Of crazy sound around.
I enjoyed this storm, And my wet skin. I was sad when it stopped, It's rawness of wild wind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1464 Wildfire
The border of this fire crackled and snapped. It's undulating movement that moved All over the earth's body. It's leaping orange and red intertwined, This fire in all it's glory made me scream.
It made me heat up, this fire of old and fire of new. This fire's constant singing made me wonder how it had a voice. But it did, sometimes lower and sometimes higher, and then So high.
This fire was nature's mischief maker and he made mischief. Of all the leaves, branches and trees around him, And he made mischief on me.
One day I disclosed to all my friends, This fire was not a true fire. It didn't burn down anything, But it so excited me that it did burn my heart. It excited my whole body and burned through my soul. This fire just lit up my life.
But this wildfire was no ordinary fire.
This wildfire was my lover. For this there was no other. For his mother had named my lover Wildfire. Watching his antics and speeding around on the playground, I'll always hold Wildfire tightly in my arms because he's so hot.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1465 Wildfires
Wildfires
The leaping orange and yellow flames Endangered nature and filled the skies into gray. The crashing of the homes and cars Were unbelievable.
It made one wonder what this was all about. The global warming theory came to fruition And destroyed everything in site. Where did all the GREEN go?
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1466 Wind Blew
Fell hard The wind blew high. Okay this is it. Fell hard The wind blew high. Okay this is it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1467 Window
I looked out the train window, And oh what a view. I looked out the bus window, It was the very same too.
I looked out the window, So very and awesomely big. I looked out the window, When the weather was bleak.
But I never looked, At my soul's window. I never did admit, That the main part of me, To see I did not permit.
I asked my self why. I let out a loud cry. Then I found the me, The true me.
When I looked out, Of the window of my soul.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1468 Windy At The Castle
Wind at the Castle
Love fluttered around the castle. The princess was in love with her prince. She cared so much, She wouldn't let her go of him.
The windy days made her romance extremely beautiful! Her long hair swooshed her in rhythm. She kissed her prince for a long time And all turned well.
Romance at the windy castle did dwell.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1469 Winter Season
Winter Season
It was winter season And all was dark. In my mind I felt no spark.
The evening felt so cold, so sad. I had to make do with what I had. Listening to singers sing And caroling didn't see to help.
I wondered why it was this way. I thought Santa would be coming With his sleigh. But it was to early for that.
It was winter season And all was dark. In my mind I saw no spark.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1470 Winter Snowflakes
Winter Snowflakes
Winter snowflakes, downy flakes Coming slowing but fast to earth. Their silence spoke of Serenity.
They blanketed the Earth so white and soft. They had no reason to doubt The winter was here.
Winter flakes fall and fall As if they were meant to. They were meant to Only to paint the scene so beautiful.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1471 Wishing You Well
I wished you well, on a sunny day. I wanted to wish you my road, my way. You walked down it with me. We both could the same scenery see.
Since that day, you thanked me. We were heart friends and our love was free, To walk and dance around merrily. I wished you well, on a sunny day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1472 With Great Sorrow
With Great Sorrow
He doesn't know. He doesn't know. With great sorrow He writes this.
Weather a plant does not grow And the wind does not blow And the Earth's circumference Does not enjoy the greenery.
He realizes then That our great, great Earth Does not know the meaning of 'pure.' The pollution does soar.
He does know. He does know What to do. He starts working on the environment.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1473 With Me
Sing along with me, And I'll show you, The most vocal delight. You'll enjoy it.
Sing along with me, And you'll hear, The most melodic tune ever. That ever will go on and on.
If you know how to sing, Then spread the notes to the people. Sing out loud and clear. Then all will sing with you and cheer.
Sing as you heard, A bird, Singing from it's tree, Singing out it's bird's heart to me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1474 Without Money
Without Money
I tried and tried. And I cried and cried. I had no money, To buy things with.
I asked for a job. There weren't any available. I asked again. But to no avail.
I sat at home, With nothing to do. That was the worse, That anyone could do.
I tried and tried, And I cried now smiled. I had a prospect. Thank-you, it came my way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1475 Woman And Man
This man and this woman, With marital ties, Thought they could get away with anything.
They fought day and night, They fought to the ground, Till nothing was left of their ties.
Their marriage failed in great degree, And they still fought all day. Their marital vows in shambles.
One day their both realized, That their love was still there, Somewhere.
They began a new way, To hold their marriage together. They both seeked God's way.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1476 Won!
I fought in nighttime mountains, In a foreign exotic land. It's occupation frightened me, But we never received a reprimand.
The seething hatred of the nationals there, Spoke to me of what a conscience should bear. But 'winning' took center stage. Machine gun fire destroyed the words of the sage.
Ofcourse, the sage didn't matter during a combat fight, That echoed in mountains through the night. Wishing teeth grinding eternal defeat.
Two twenty year old men of opposing nations, One screaming, 'I Win' Holding high that ego's sword. The destruction of God's creation.
A trained soldier at will, And another on the ground, Laying permanently still.
So you read not the thousandth, Not the millionth chapter, And definitely not the last, From that never ending book.
Of the human race. The race that thinks, 'I Won.'
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1477 Words
Words came to him, Like rain on a cloudy day. They left his pen, Molded into word shapes in clay.
They spoke of the little, And they spoke of the grand. These words were meant, To speak what was at hand.
They turned into phrases, Sentences and stories. They molded in paragraphs, And the stories' glories.
These words came to him, Like rain on a cloudy day. They worked through his pen, Molded into word shapes in clay.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1478 Work Rules
Work Rules
He did not like work rules But admitted they also did good. Work rules many times Cured creativity.
But some companies Thrived on creativity. For them The work rules were carried out loosely.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1479 Working Out
Work Rules
He did not like work rules But admitted they also did good. Work rules many times Curbed creativity.
But some companies Thrived on creativity. For them The work rules were carried out loosely.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1480 World
World
There was a huge world within me That I so tried but couldn't see. I tried using a microscope. I even tried an inverted telescope.
Still my insides refused me So I never could it see. I felt forever not daunted And then I found it.
My meditation took me in. Inside of me, it took me in. I saw the light of the sky and me. I finally found myself and me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1481 World So Perfect
I Imagined
I imagined the world so perfect Imperfect as it was. The non-troublesome it could be But that is not what I got.
My enthusiasm from childhood Started to fade away. A condition called delusion Made my day.
But the Void within Cried without That the happiness Made a loud shout.
The world was now a happy place From within, if not from without. The place inside was controllable Happiness it was.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1482 World Through Glasses
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1483 Woven Landscape
T'was a woven landscape, Intertwined with trees, And a lightly wafting breeze.
Noone could do this landscape bad. Oh the lovely spirit it had. It was one of a kind.
T'was a woven landscape, With azure streams, Of any person's dreams.
I wanted to keep this landscape, Beautiful and clean, But THEY didn't want to.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1484 Wow
Wow
I'm gonna take a respite from this computer. I just got a strange script, nothing bad or anything. But now I have to write something that wasn't Thought about yet. Wow
This earth that has seven primary colors, Gets along with me. All seven get white in reflectance, And all absorbed get the color white.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1485 Writer's Pen
Writer's Pen
He held the world In his hand. The pen moved magically Over and around.
The writer knew the whole world over. He knew how to convert the world to print. The pen moved by itself So swiftly and quickly.
All around the world So many stories hung around. The writer just picked up one then another. He deftly wrote and the world he did astound.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1486 Writer's Rule
Writer's Rule
My writer's rule Served me right. I only wrote Either morning or night.
The contents met everything to me. I made sure the readers' minds could see What I wrote of on and of A multitudinous of things about.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1487 Writing
Writing
Writing, it makes me happy When I'm typing a sad song For the words typed Released my malaise.
The wrong done to me Is invisible to the world. There was no window. There was no witness.
Only I knew the sense of torture. Others did not. It sizzled and was hot To be touched even by a flame.
The flame blew me out Of the plane's window. It's blast were bigger Than anyone could here.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1488 Writing Manic
Fingers fly across plane speed Creating phrases at neuron speed Speed thoughts in chemical dispersion Concepts in literary immersion
Imaginary scenes so rapidly written out, Making the heart beat speedily shout, But still not, not enough writing for This writer's extra pages to fill, With his manic speed write.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1489 Writing That Poem
I picked up the plume, But my heart wrote that poem, And my mind spelled the words. The world read it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1490 Wrote A Poem
Wrote a Poem
I wrote a poem yesterday But I don't know where it went. It seemed it floated on the wind, That it was Heaven sent. I This poem then revolved the Earth you see. It absolutely alluded me, That a poem could take it's own form, And communicate itself around.
I tried to catch my poem in the wind, But it did rescind. It left me quickly, Into that wind.
I wrote a poem yesterday But I don't know where it went. It floated in the wind And left it' message everywhere.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1491 Yellow
Yellow is the lollipop I ate, Followed by a yellow cake. I straw-sipped yellow lemonade.
Yellow was the rose, I smelled, Yellow were the buttercups, My mind in them dwelt.
Yellow was the sun above, On a sunshiny yellow day. Yellow was all I could ask for, Above any kind of pay.
Yellow was the one sun ray, I captured in my hand today. Yellow was that one sun ray, I kept in my hand today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1492 Yellow Chariot
Oh the Earth raced around the, Huge yellow chariot, The blinding yellow on this globe,
The blinding yellow chariot, Meant everything to the globe, When it wore it's radiating yellow robe, To heat, and warm and give light. To make all nature seem right.
People bathed in this chariot's light. People farmed in it's promise. People loved this, Blinding yellow chariot of light.
Turning and turning, in it's celestial race course.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1493 Yellow Orange And Red
Yellow Orange and Red
Yellow, orange and red, The flames were already stoked. Like a conflagration Without any, any smoke.
You rose through my body All colors wild. They made me ache and they made me smile. Yellow, orange and red.
Yellow, orange and red What do you mean by all this? I wish I knew, I wish. Does love come from passion?
Does passion come from love? My flamed heart already knew. The colors yellow, orange and red Were you, you and you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1494 Yellow Rose
Oh, yellow rose of the morning, You spoke to me of all the hues of your petals. They spoke to me of the beauteous nature in front of me.
Oh, yellow rose of the garden, Tell me something. Does your beauty depend on the yellow sun? Or does it emanate from you alone?
The rose told me that it was a natural phenomenon, Not an affectation That it's beauty of yellow hues, Was not because of the sun.
Oh, yellow rose of the morning garden, You are independent I see. You don't rely on anything for your beauty. And now the sun shown on it bright.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1495 Yesterday The Ocean Was Blue
The bright youth of the earth could be seen As we walked through its home. The clear lake by the trees was so blue as we drank its beauty. Yesterday the Ocean was Blue.
The brown sand under us was so soft as we stood On its grains. The fresh grass with its dew was so sweet as we drank Nature's breath.
Yesterday the Ocean was Blue. The soft song of the larkcould be heard as we stood And listened. Yesterday the Ocean was Blue.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1496 You
Bouquets of yellow roses, And fallen petals of daisies. Glass jars of different colored tulips, And table tops of pansies.
Your inside being, your very being, Holds these flowers abundant. It holds these flowers all over it. You are a bunch of flowers you see.
You are these flowers, And these flowers are you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1497 You And Amusement
You
You like to skip through the day, don't you? And you love to run and prance everyday too. Your alacrity is amusing to watch. Everyone learns from seeing all this.
Last evening all the children were laughing away. It was the usual amusing part of the way. Our family watched the antics That made the neighborhood a place of amusement.
So then now keep up this energy and feel happiness.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1498 You And I
You
It is you who I see When I'm trying to go to sleep. In my sleep so deep It is always.
When I'm riding on my bike With you on my side I laugh and giggle Because you make me smile.
What is it about you I cannot say In my heart Your story lay.
You are the part of me That never was before. Love so available So unexplainable.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1499 You Are My Baby
You are my baby, Rocked in the cradle of my arms. Your eyes are like glass. I can see through them.
Your tiny fists that move around, Look like small flowers with a bloom. Your cheeks so soft, so tender, I love to put mine on them.
You are my baby, Rocked in the cradle of my arms. And you will always be my baby, Till you're big and tall.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1500 You Are Someone
You are someone, The one that you like. The one that you speak of, So fondly, so much.
You are the someone, The one who is your precious The one who you hug and kiss, The one who you carry around.
You are the someone, Whose presence seems all, The one who's mirror shows beauty, The one who's presence is perfect.
I am someone, Who loves you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1501 You Didn't Do It
You Didn't Do It
You did it You did it But never did admit it. I saw you doing it.
You loved yourself so much. I saw you did. But society said not to do it. Not to show your self.
Never hide your Self-pride. Show your self As it is.
You did it You did it But you now Admit it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1502 You Fell Into My Arms
You fell into my arms, But too quick, You fell out of them.
How was I supposed to know, What you feel, And when.
You felt you loved me. You felt not. You drive me crazy.
I fell into your arms, And stayed. I showed you what love is.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1503 You Gotta Fill Out A Form First
Medicare, MediCal, Social Security and Disability, We live paper, we live computer, we live checks. A walk in the woods forgone. To many bills to pay, Did I hear a bird chirp? Heard screeches on the freeway.
You gotta fill out a form first.
Licking envelopes. Been many months since I swam in the Ocean. Twirling pencils and racing pens on paper but never standing At the edge of a forest.
Swift strokes on my keyboard but never saw the tri-colored Butterfly flutter in the blue.
Sliding objects on scanners, right after the beautiful wind blew Around the truths of nature. And the truth about us.
We gotta fill out a form first.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1504 You Kissed Me When
You kissed me when, I begged the world, When I kneeled to it to be kind. I never mattered, it didn't matter, For this world was not mine.
This world was everyone's brutality, For the sake of keeping down humanity. It brought my humanity to humility.
Whatever I was begging for, It didn't matter at all. For whatever puzzle I had to solve, Didn't work out.
This world is everyone's brutality.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1505 You Know So Much
You Know So Much
You know so much that I don't dear. This world is blind to you. If possible to turn around When explaing about you.
You take long strides Mentally especially. Your take on this mortal world And this later on world is awesome.
I wish I could captures your mental acuity.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1506 You Really Walk Fast
You Really Walk Fast
My God! Slow down! Tell me what makes you walk like this. Is it sadness or happiness, Or other kind-ness?
I noticed your walk in the forest. I was there. I noticed your walk in the city. I was there.
But you walked quickly, During both walks. You didn't loo at me. You didn't walk with me.
I told you to stop, But you didn't. You told me, That life was going by fast.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1507 You Sat On The Beach
You Sat on the Beach
The exploding afternoon sun, Made your body feel an exuberance, That made, Your aspect turn so dreamily.
The evening sun in orange, Made you feel a bit happy, But not as happy as you could be. The evening sun sank in the sky.
The day's events on the beach, Were something you seeked. You felt so otherwise meek, But now you were exuberant.
You sat on the beach, With sunshine in and around you. You felt good inside of you. You sat on the beach.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1508 You Superwrite All Your Poems
You Super Write All Your Poems
You super write all your poems. The waterfalls cascade down tall heights, And crash with blaring sounds.
You super write all your poems. The ocean spread beyond the Earth. It's waves crash against the buildings on it's periphery.
You super write all your poems. In your childhood you received a thousand candies. You ate them every day of your childhood.
You super write all your poems. Your poems are being written through all eternity. Your poems are being read by all mankind.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1509 You Tripped
You tripped so hard, You banged your head on the floor. How did you do that?
You tell me life is not fair, And that you don't understand it, And that's where you trip and fall.
But I tell you life is wonderful, So please enjoy the essence of it. You told me you would not, Trip as much again.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1510 You Walked With Each Other
You walked alongside her, My you made a pretty couple. She looked at you with great love, And you her.
You walked alongside her, And held her hand tight. You strode just a bit front, Where you pulled her, Upto your stride.
You walked along together, Her face in your gaze. She returned your gaze back, You called her darling.
Still walk with each other, And keep each other's pace. You're a great couple, In love with each other.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1511 You Weep So Deeply
My dear, I saw you that day, Hidden in a dark room, Where you sadly lay.
Your body sobbing, Your head so heavy. Your heart so heaving. Your happy emotions leaving.
What did they do to you, My merry friend? Usually you have wings to fly. Now you in sorrow lie. Now you seem like you die.
Perhaps when you, Wake-up from you trance, And again dance, You will tell me.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1512 You Wept
You Wept
Your deepest sorrow was unimaginable with me. You cried wept so easily. I tried to touch you, smile to you. But you succumbed to be blue.
No matter what I tried and tried All that time you were blue and cried. I deemed it best if I cried for you too But you remained blue.
I never have seen such black energy. It took me back surprisingly. The Earth shook And you did too
You never told me why or what to do.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1513 You Were Here
There You Were
In the reflection of the day, There you were, there you were. In the long ray's of sun, There you were, there you were.
In the soft driven snow, There you were, there you were. In the nature's pure smelling leaves, There you were, there you were.
Wherever I went, There you were, there you were. Wherever you went, There you were, there you were.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1514 You Were Not Here
When I needed you, You abandoned me. When we were together, You taunted me.
I felt your anger, Always aimed at me. I knew your evil ways, Destroyed me.
And now you call me everyday, For me to show mercy in any way. But mercy I have none at all. And I endured and stood tall.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1515 You Were Not Saying
You were funny from the start. I had to admit that right away. You made jokes and a jokester of yourself. You were a clown indeed.
But then one day, The funniest day of your life, Came the funniest joke with laughter rife. It made my day.
You always make my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1516 You Were Saying
You were funny from the start. I had to admit that right away. You made jokes and a jokester of yourself. You were a clown indeed.
But then one day, The funniest day of your life, Came the funniest joke with laughter rife. It made my day.
You always make my day.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1517 You White Petal You
Oh white petal you, The darling part of the flower, Fallen straight on my table, Making me happy and able.
You tell me stories of pure love, Of a white tail flying dove, Of beautiful fields of flowers, Of white clouds and spring showers.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1518 Young Lady
Young Lady
Young ladies of all the lands. You want all the love you can. And when it is not there, Your face changes to despair.
Young ladies of all the lands, You get the love that you want. But then you change your mind, Because it wasn't the love you wanted to find.
Young ladies of all the lands. You want all the love you can. It seems now that what you give, Is what you get.
Young ladies of all the lands, Please understand, That all the love you want, Is standing there in front of you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1519 Young Man
Boy
The boy who walked Through the woods Never thought about them. He was surrounded by them.
This boy just felt Their presence. He never thought about his books Or any lessons that he took.
The pine's sweet odor Was the secret knowledge He devoured. In books never denoted.
The boy's books were nature. The boy's spirit was the sky. This young man's essence Was the forest in him.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1520 Young Men
Young Men
Young men, you see You can be all you want to be. Your dreams of girls always, But always something in it's way.
That love alludes you and many, We can't seem to solve the puzzle a plenty. Love goes past you, In ultra high speed.
Then you feel a despair, Because no one is there. You can't find any love anywhere, But you keep waiting.
Young men, you see, The greatest love is you. If you can give that love, Someone will be waiting for you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1521 Your Exuberance
Your Exuberance
Your exuberance made me smile. Your happy heart bounced Clear energy And you did everything with verve.
I expected you to spread this news, All over town and village. It spread with radiant joy, That only you could enhance.
I liked your ways of shining, When I thought you were someone else. I loved your way of winking at me, And you put me in a trance.
Your happy eyes showed sun in them, And a face so relaxed. I loved your fullness, And you at last.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1522 Your Halo Far Away
Look how the breeze kisses the roses so gently, And how the green glittering leaves sing in harmony. See the constellations stand still, for that is their fate, Yet people look at each other with hate.
Please, aren't you coming today? Oh, I see your halo far away. Won't you save our day, we beg you to come today.
There seems to be a tune in the air, and the birds sing as if they have no care. This is where the gentle ocean ran, yet last night gunfire flashed in Vietnam.
Please, aren't you coming today? Oh, I see your halo far away, Won't you save our day, we beg you come today.
So the peacock, dances its steps in tune, and the sparkling white Snow will tumble down soon, so my homeland and the world are Dreams, yet the children are aware of its schemes.
Please, aren't you coming today? Oh, I see your halo far away. Won't you save our day, we beg you come today.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1523 Your Laughter
Your Laughter
Your laughter was catchy. It had a happy, carefree ring. It made me laugh And it made me sing.
I needed to hear that laughter every day. You knew I needed it too. Now I emulate all that I've heard. I can laugh just like you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1524 Your Resounding Love
Your love resounded through the air, Only to reside in my heart. It's only dimension of my love, Was that we were not apart.
I loved you since I saw your eyes. Your mouth seemed even more tender. Your skin ever so smooth and soft, Made my love for you even greater.
Your loved now resounded through my heart. Your love said, we'll never part. The hero of this story is not just you and me, But the happy love's resounding glee.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1525 Your Smile
I Liked It
I saw your smile and I liked it. It reminded me of when I smiled. It brought back memories of times gone by. It brought back when my feelings were wild.
I loved it when you played that song, Of all the things that went wrong, In your world so officiated. You could not get calm.
I didn't like when you cried, Because I looked at you and sighed. There were injustices done to you. You said to yourself poor you.
I liked it when you smiled again. Yes, a lot of sunshine, And only a bit of rain. I liked it.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1526 Your Stern Demeanor
Your Stern Demeanor
What bothered me so much, Was your stern demeanor. It bothered me such, That I wanted to let you go.
I couldn't be with a man so serious, A man with lips pursed tight. Oh what a horrible plight, To go through life like that.
What bothered me so much, Was your stern demeanor, Till a tender child came along, And made you smile a mile long.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1527 Your Tears
Your Tears
Your tears caused by fears Made me sad you see. I began to wonder About your malady.
The thing I noticed the most Was how you never me told. I wanted to know so badly. Your tears were caused by your fears.
It was a shame you bottled it up. You didn't want to discuss it. But the fears and tears state To explain, how long did you want to wait.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1528 Your Very Breath
Your very breath, I breathed, When we were one. The undulating motion, Under the sun.
Your very breath was beautiful. I wondered where it came from. I saw it and felt it. It was unbelievable.
Your very breath, I breathed, Caused us to be one. I will never breathe again, As beautiful as this one.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1529 Your Words
Your Words
Your words showed me a visual of evil. I couldn't sort them out. They hurt the entire world. I just shouted out.
How could you blast such blasphemy? How could you paint this world, So black in immortal density. I just shouted out.
Yours was an evil mind. That's why your words were evil. Even my smile couldn't overtake, The heart that was the devil.
I expected more than this. I expected goodness. But I go lost, Convincing you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1530 Your Work
Your work is spectacular, Mesmerizing vernacular. How did you learn this? Not one mistake did you miss.
I try to write just like you. I try not to make one mistake, I do. Your talent is amazing. It shows-up when I'm gazing, At your work.
I like to learn from the likes of you. I like to do things like you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1531 Your'E Bitter, Then Sweet
Help me! I'm dealing with you. You're black then white, sweet then sour, Soft then hard, round then square. You're bitter sweet hour by hour.
Help me! You're ripping me apart. I can't deal with your mood swings. They pierce me like a dart. They make my blood spill fast.
I never knew anyone, Like you. I approached you slowly, And then carefully.
Then you set me up, bitter sweet, My eyes painfully, your eyes did meet. Since then I kept a hurting. You made it amply clear.
That I should leave you.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1532 Youth Is In Full Bloom
Now it seems to me, after youth is in full bloom, That I have found the right key, to the locked in secret of life's room. When I started on the roadway, I saw passers-by looking at me And I nevcer guessed their crooked way, till youth bloomed so fully.
On one side of that roadway, I saw my friend's faces full of envy, All seemed to look at my successful day With masks of pleasure and insider of jealousy.
On the other side I see the population, pointing guns and knives of Schemes. It's only occupation. Is not their progress but the ruins of your dreams.
Every aunt and cousin know, that he is no genius, no prophet. But each in his smallness grows, Impatient with the other's profit. Never mind foes and never mind friends, they are not the only crooks, My aunts and my kins have a crookedness in their looks.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1533 Zen Buddhism
Zen Buddhism
I needed my soul to stay. Zen Buddhism let me stay. My soul wanted to pray. Zen Buddhism let me stay.
I fell in love with the way I fell. Zen Buddhism augmented that feeling. I can keep coming back With Zen Buddhism.
Vera Sidhwa
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1534