Oregano Oranges

A novice poet's magical journey with words

Category: Childhood

  • Four tiny poems: On night, nature, grief and exams

    Four tiny poems: On night, nature, grief and exams

    These are four poems which revolve around fear, nature, grief and exams. Enjoy! MINI POEMS ON NIGHT, NATURE AND EXAMS Plum blossoms Carpeting the courtyard – Aftermath of a storm / Night time walks – I am scared Of my own shadow / The clang of bell at 12 In the neighborhood school Awakens my…

  • My First Day in a New School: A friendship poem

    My First Day in a New School: A friendship poem

    How did you meet your best friend? Was it in school like the narrator of this poem did? Or was it much later in life? This friendship poem is about friendship (obviously). But it’s also about the feelings related to first day in a new school. Hope you enjoy it! My first day in a…

  • The best I can tell you about abandonment is by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall: An abandonment poem

    The best I can tell you about abandonment is by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall: An abandonment poem

    A short poem about abandonment in which I tell you about abandonment by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall. / I never met my grandmother  Yet every year a wave of sadness flows From her portrait on the wall Making me wonder if my mother  Would have kept…

  • The Ghost House: A poem

    The Ghost House: A poem

    The crumbling mansion at the end of the road Is a ghost house, haven’t you heard? Once inhabited by a Sorceress and her daughter  Now the magic plants serve as cow fodder. We press our faces against the iron gates And challenge each other to be brave And climb the rickety gray porch stairs. Then…

  • Everytime You Tell A Lie, A Daisy Dies: A poem (NaPoWriMo 6)

    Everytime You Tell A Lie, A Daisy Dies: A poem (NaPoWriMo 6)

    This a poem about a ‘weird wisdom’ I once received from my mother which was “Everytime You Tell A Lie, A Daisy Dies” / Once my friend asked me, “Why won’t you ever tell a lie? Don’t you get tired of being Honest all the time?” / I told her how the answer lies in…

  • Dancing in your Basement: A poem

    Dancing in your Basement: A poem

    This is a part of a longer poem which is available for my supporters on Buy Me A Coffee I wish I could forget those bright summer mornings When you and I along with a whole bunch  Of sleepy-eyed children of our society Walked to the grassy maidan to defeat (mostly get defeated by) Blossom…