How to write five poems

Isolation: Silent Nights

It is something beyond the skies above

Or perhaps a force above the life beyond

A compulsion to to be at peace

A drive to re-unite every broken piece

The power of silence loud enough

The potency of a silent move

Restorative power of silent nights

In the silence of the nights

In the company of solitude

I see the vision in full lights

I hear the whispers of souls in clear amplitude

Moments of healing and restoration

Profound gifts of isolation

Restorative power of silent nights

Nature: Waving Waves

When the sea desists to see

When the wind rewinds

When the sun shuns its rays

When the clouds become crowded

The storms will come

When nature combines, waves are nurtured

The tides will rise over seas

And waves be propagated to the coasts overseas

Voyages of sailors disrupted

And the adventures of marines halted

Ooh, the potency of ocean waves

Waving in their weavy patterns

With discernible demarcations

Waving away the peace of the sea

Conversation: Loud Whispers

Can we talk in silence?

Murmur and whisper all we have to say

Can we conceal the words?

And only make meaning out of the syllables

Listening in silence

May prove the best way of hearing

Normal conversations are incoherent

Can’t we experiment with non-spoken words?

Only speak what we cant hear

And create a unfound way of conversing

Wouldn’t it be more appealing

If we spoke to the words of the universe

The universe converses with itself

But we hear nothing of it

Let the universe hear nothing of our conversation

Broken Heart: Bleeding Tears

Memories are desirable

Memories create a undesirable feeling

Reminiscing on the moments

Recreating times you wished to have never lived

Thinking about someone you wish you never knew

Walking away is easy

But cannot be said of letting go

Felt good while it lasted

Yet it never lasted, that fleeting feeling

Trust me darling, I’m bleeding tears

Look me in the eyes, see my heart bleeding

We’re done, so am I

How can I be complete

For when you’re gone I’m done

Come back, heal my bleeding eyes

Wipe the tears off my crying heart

Old Garments: Life in Tatters

Once valued and cherished

Now devalued and impoverished

Everyone wanted a sneak peak

Not anyone now wants to sneak into the picture

It wasn't meant to end this way

Now ostracized and homeless

Donning discarded and unwanted garments

Living a life of street urchins

Life in tatters

Tattered clothes manifest despair

Old garments reminiscent of a life that once was

People change, so do circumstances

People changed by circumferences

No longer cherished and valued

Left to the streets to survive

He offended someone

Now he has to fend for himself

The boy next door in old garments

His life now in tatters