As the name suggests, this genre comprises of poems that are short in length and use literary techniques such as meter, metaphor and rhyme. Short poems present the extravagant experiences, the long extensive thoughts in a shorter version. A piece of writing using beautiful or unusual language arranged in fixed lines that have a beat and often rhyme.
I have heard melodies, I have heard songs, I have danced to the rhythms of heavenly delights, But each time I hear you, My heart skips a beat. I’ve heard the humming of the birds, and the chirping sparrows, I’ve
The gentle touch of the breeze Unfolds the fragrant petals To have the nectar, the bees And butterfly on it settles. All around is green The nature’s carpet laid. The blue sky above, and The clouds giving the shade. The
Some times I feel that things have lost meaning small joys don’t matter any more we all are running to where, we don’t know. and once in a while we pause for someone who can’t run anymore then leave the
Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving
Nature places it in the lap of the green It takes peaceful slumbers in the loving arms of a leaf The morning light beautifies it…… At last, it encounters death When the bright rays of sun burns its delicate surface
Benign emotions do not survive relentless bullying does continue , Solid hard world crushes it all this ain’t no matter of view . Fantasies vanish you may like it or not , Heart breaks everywhere Dreams turn to a distant
Illusions… are so beautiful… aren’t they? so tempting… so alluring… so full of promises of happiness… Illusions built of illusions … that pull you so deep within… that at one point the self becomes an Illusion… thoughts become dreams …
Just before the darkest hour I saw a dawn breaking there was this angel standing she looked withered and tired. her wings ruffled and torn I got up to help but she yelled stop don’t hurt me anymore I can’t
As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The
Much of withstanding endurance reflects strain Practically on outer edge for challenge to sustain Intricate arduous trudge sans time out for recess Blend though near perfect but outcome can’t assess Peaks few, abyss aplenty and many a shifty bend None
If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster,
Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity
It’s not like, I did not have a choice… But I’m trying to subdue, My innermost voice…! I know intuitions, Show us the way… But this time, I’m not going to sway…!! Because there is nothing, Mortally I can do..
Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,
Oh the difference young, old, rich, poor, squirming with words, hitting the floor squabbling, fighting, feeling sore. a world of regret, I swallow and beget this absence of you! O! I wish I could turn words into wishes. I wish
I lay in bed all morning Crippled with a yearning Turned to my left, then right Couldn’t find my love, nowhere in sight You hadn’t come over, you weren’t supposed to Yet I had this feeling, a sense; I could
Overcast and drab evening with ominous shroud dark Distant rumbling crackle akin to giant ignited spark Adding to swelling misery in my moments desolate Craving for little company to someone try and relate Swallowed up with solitude for sane sense
The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,
You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.
Oh mighty creator, please hear my breathless prayer, Before I enter the battle become a ruthless slayer, Thank you for keeping me good & alive, For being with me, helping me survive, In this cold harsh winter you have been