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All Poems & Prose

495 pieces · 2008 – 2022 · 14 thematic collections

243 poems found · Page 1 of 11
November 9, 2022
Poetry

Central Park

You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a spark. Our energy was off the charts,…

January 26, 2022
Relationships

Glass — A Poem on Fragility and Trust

Spontaneous combust, coughed up, in a cloud of dust, erased the air, to tread on trust, swept under rugs to stop the stuck,…

January 26, 2022
Poetry

Kerosene — A Poem About Volatility

Had my wings coated in soaking hot oil, pouring into the ocean of our toxic, intoxicating love. …

January 26, 2022
Mental Health

Seize—A Poem About Urgency

When I was a gasoline-soaked rag, that you threatened to ignite, whenever you erupt, that was when I prayed I'd learn to fly, so I could…

June 18, 2021
Poetry

BP—A Poem About Boiling Points.

I need to be vaccinated, immunized from those green eyes; pools of jade, that pull me under, they reel me in, then let me sink.  …

June 17, 2021
Love & Desire

Mystique-A Poem About Concealment

I flicker like fluorescent lights when you feel more right  than rainy november nights A few unforgettable sighs …

June 17, 2021
Love & Desire

Unsmoked Meat.

How many times can I fall  for a different version of the same mistake?  I trip & I tumble,…

February 6, 2021
Identity & Self

Panoramic.

Window shopping often combined patience, and flipping price tags  to find  out what cost too much, …

February 6, 2021
Society & Justice

Great Reset — A Poem on Collapse and Renewal

Big fucking deal, about  your sacrificing sheepiness of rescue ranger superhero. Career victim, like COVID,…

February 6, 2021
Poetry

Cycles — A Poem on Repetition & Relapse

Set ablaze by an array of greys, that grazed my grace like the gaze of glazed, but gloomy, Sundays. Every memory had a melody,…

February 6, 2021
Poetry

Love Letter to Little Me.

Dear little Kashif, I want you to know that you are loved, that you are worthy, and that you are worthy of love. Regardless of how…

February 6, 2021
Poetry

Chronic Couture.

I used to bend.  Melted into velvet  backdrops, like  couture.…

November 11, 2020
Poetry

Mother Christmas.

For all the times your limbs howled from pain, but all you did was smile through the stress. Those nights when you would lie awake as…

November 11, 2020
Poetry

Mufasa.

Assertiveness is no anomaly to me, it remarkably reigns over my own internal beasts. Still it somehow seems intent on sabotaging my…

October 6, 2019
Poetry

Seventeen.

When I was seventeen, I lost my mind for the first time, and the world became a frightening place. I lost my understanding of reality,…

October 6, 2019
Poetry

Pozitivity.

Growing up gay in a big city, there was no end to stories about acquaintances who had been diagnosed with HIV.  It was said they were…

August 30, 2019
LGBTQ+

Design for Trauma.

When my moods change without prediction, I withdraw into my shell.  Like an ostrich obstructing its arrest, I plant my head safely into the…

August 30, 2019
Poetry

Divine Happiness.

As an ever-repeated whisper, you are more myth than monolith, mysterious as midnight Mojave-mist, though rumours are the only remaining…

August 30, 2019
Poetry

Agra.

I love you, world wonder— like Shah's love for Noor Jehan erected a Taj Mahal in Agra. Like Mumbai city streets love …

August 30, 2019
Poetry

Silence Is Golden — A Poem About Solitude and Growth

It is the appeal of stolen, serene moments during unhuman, late-night hours; in this solitude I rediscover fragments of me, that I'd…

March 26, 2019
Poetry

Help Me.

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people…

January 19, 2019
Poetry

wrigley field

he bought my innocent time with promises of candy and wine but when i opened my eyes, i learned that those were just lies…

December 28, 2018
Poetry

Cameo.

Your love was a cameo; a supporting character to my storyline. Transient, in every role just like an inexpensive wine.…

December 5, 2018
Poetry

Spice Rack

When repressed emotions reach the surface, they crash through my floodgates, like raging bulls in thin, red curtains. They seep into my…