poems

Spiritual Growth Poem

I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I never dreamt I'd see
A Cottage was built in the midst
Where the ruins of a Chapel used to be

And in front of the Cottage stood a figure

I am mad at my oldest brother
for drinking. I am mad at my older
brother for being egotistical.

'Untitled', a poem written on 21 April 2013

Life gave me a flower;
I wanted a gold ring.
I threw away the flower
now I don’t have anything.
Life gave me an hour
to gaze upon the sun;
I spent my time complaining

arrows of hope

'Cardboard', written 8 May 2013 (and finished this morning!)

'Hello', written on 6 May 2013

They say my stuff is often crude
the words I use are fucking rude
they say I use them like a crutch
they say I use them far too much

Life on the inside

On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs

"Could I try on that pretty dress

that's pretty cold, eh ?

not afraid to pay the price
lady from the other side of town
high end skirt flashing

Don't let them have more power than they deserve.

Think, express and believe. Live your way.

I've recently been writing a poem every day. This is today's.

What the hell is this escapist poetry I write?

Mother’s Day
P K Routray
A mother’s day
regards and respects for mothers to pay
in an organized and grand way
her contribution is remembered, we say.

each time the raindrops fall

your face i will recall

and the tears that trickled when i had to go

but yet i wear a smile

for i'll see you in a while

To be read fast

Red room
Hazy gloom
Latino tune
Near full moon
Silver straps
Rhythmic claps
Quick-footed traps
“A dance perhaps?”
Too late to leave
Don’t think –believe