#grime poems on Hello Poetry

KarmaPolice Nov 2015

Cold grey exterior,
Weeping acid rain,
Condensated glass,
Rotten window frame,

Drum and bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Tired mother screaming,
Kicking at their door,

Abuse laden vocals,
A wolf pack circle round,
Commotion on the stairwell,
Falling to the ground,

Blood soaked footsteps,
Muffled voices flee,
Sirens in the distance,
Mother cries for me.

Drum and Bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Orphaned son is weeping,
Mother screams no more.

#fear #family #crime #urban #grime #highrise #brutalism

Prabhu Iyer Sep 2014

Guilt

A raga of another time, from another day,
plays in the head:
grime of the day, stuck on my hands.

You shot an arrow across the eastern skies.
Senora, a hundred cries you carry
in your womb, yet I never
found you in the peasant woman
in whose arms I fell asleep, when
at noon you disappear at the horizon.

Maiden of the moons, at dusk I lost you
to the trail of lotuses blooming westward.

It is raining in gusts but this storm
cannot wash it away:
Guilt, like turmeric, stains the soul.

A raga is a mode in Indian classical music and different modes are sung at specific times. So a morning mode that plays on in the head late at night, arouses a sense of nostalgia...!

#lotus #guilt #grime #raga #turmeric

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