Adoption Poems

Adoption poems bring the best collection of short and long adoption poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great adoption rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these adoption poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on adoption are here for you.

Never Forgotton

Never Forgotton short poem

I love you from afar. I love you so much I let you go. I wanted you to have the life I could not give you. I could not hug or tuck you in at night, kiss away the tears,

Poems containing references to : Adoption

All My Own Work

All My Own Work short poem

I never know my children, once delivered they’re yours. Nurture and protect them, absolve them of all flaws. I am just a donor, casting seeds upon the leaves. Your perception filters any growers from the weeds. I present these gifts

Republic Day

Republic Day short poem

26th January is our Republic Day, India’s adoption of the democratic way. India founded its own constitution, Concluding its great revolution. Its a day of great victory, Narrating our grand history. Its the symbol of our unity, Despite the spectrum

Poems you may like :

L3tt3rs

L3tt3rs short poem

If I were to write you a heart felt letter To draw words out of a bledding pen To paint thought out of my head In rainbow Build a bridge from your heart to mine I’d let the words ride

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter short poem

When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dead brother on burning ghat. And then on,

A Tear Drop

A Tear Drop short poem

Dying daily in eternity for it to be, a tear drop held all the pain of life. You were lost in words, between the phrases time was in, time was out. The color, the theme was fading, a seduced century

Sun

Sun short poem

Daredevil scorching; yet the source of light and pow’r that men on earth lives. Life on earth for men destined by God, unknown fact, yet none to talk of. Each beam of sunlight traverses deeply rooted and dreams of heat

Being My Own Friend

Being My Own Friend short poem

We’re in a little trip to our mindscape, I’m here with me to accompany me. We’ve brought some dreams and hopes, And a little grief. We’ve none but we’re not alone, That’s our story in brief. We’ve planned to spread

Death And Apollo

Death And Apollo short poem

Honeymoon with history was over. A two headed snake was sitting on a coin of leather in grass. Blue tongued jewel was going to serve the enormity of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil of

Take Into Consideration

Take Into Consideration long poem

Take into consideration what we’ve witnessed, experienced, Our brothers and sisters being Laid to rest every weekends. Their bodies being buried Six feet under this land, Their souls leaving this precious earth, Into the heavens and the horrible hells. All

The Two Coins

The Two Coins ballad

When the two coins are placed on your eyes, That must be the end of your smiles, That shall be the last breath in your life, That is the time when a goat needs no knife. When the deep sleep

Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain

Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain short poem

Leave me alone to cry in the still of the night where rustle of cold waves tickle my cheeks and the darkness of deep forest enchant me to get lost into its solitude I still can read the words of

Comfort In Hobbling Home

Comfort In Hobbling Home short poem

Washed by tears, the flame kindled again. Crimson magma was quick to engulf the drops on forehead. Fired from close range the bullets opened the bloodgates in quick succession. It should not have happened! Therefore the journey resumes outside the

Rise Of Humanity

Rise Of Humanity prose poem

When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became religions

No Afterlife, After Life

No Afterlife, After Life short poem

I thought there’d be a trial for sure, With my lonesome self before a gate. It seems all which I’d preached before, Does not quite fit into my fate. My God is gone, with him my crutch, And it is

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

Alone

Alone short poem

I am consumed with leaving one foot in the door and a portion of my brain the size of a doubled walnut begins to perform calculations how long a stay means eagerness how long obligation how long politeness how long

Nan

Nan short poem

your nan, your grama your whatever you called ‘er a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun love aplenty, wisdom a ton strong cementing, dependable fixture penchant for silliness stirred into

Lover

Lover ode

Cast through the trees I’m standing alone I then feel your presence You slowly make it known You raise up my chin I capture your glow My eyes seal shut As you radiate my soul The warmth of your touch

Temple Of The Heart

Temple Of The Heart prose poem

Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere

Biscuit

Biscuit short poem

I looked to take a biscuit from her mouth Just a crumb, on her lip, a leftover She didn’t even realise it was there But she caught me smiling at her Maybe I was not smiling, more smirking Yes, that’s

I look at you Oh Cellulite!

I look at you Oh Cellulite! short poem

“I look at you oh cellulite Cute pinchy shins, sweet chubby thighs. I look at the last cookie next– With ever so cute little Choco chip! There’s promise for early morning gym. The world’s not ending were we to take

Windows

Windows prose poem

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

Following My Heart

Following My Heart short poem

It’s been a long time,  I haven’t heard from you,  And I’m just not fine,  Because its midnight,  & I’m still waiting for you…! I’ve never met you,  Yet I had the fall,  I said everything,  But not the words,

Women

Women short poem

“O you woman! Why do you after all submit To who that ever hurts and hits, Causes you only sufferings Distresses are his offerings. And gives you nothing Except tongue-lashes And choicest accusations? What after all do you get From

Stasia

Stasia short poem

My eyes flicker by the breeze Fluttering between light and sleep It’s a day I choose to pen a note for my child After days that keep on ageing over her guarded smile I lie waiting to be summoned by

And We Stare..

And We Stare.. prose poem

I was painting my dreams red and blue on the floor with the crayons, Confidently humming to myself composed tune That’s when a formless form sat beside me It stared at me, I stared it back, and we stared each

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull long poem

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand. With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves short poem

Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully

Deserted Wasteland

Deserted Wasteland short poem

Life invades the truth. Who cares? The night was thin, my eyes will search for stars. Now pain travels, backward from a smile? A myth unfolds the terror, of infinite tomorrows, an escape from the eternity? We will die, only

The Exam

The Exam short poem

The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,

Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

It burns. It stings. It makes my heart yearn. And how those birds sing. I long to be free. I need release. Why won’t the demons listen to my plea? I will never experience the kiss of peace. I’ve seen

Hollowness Of Man

Hollowness Of Man short poem

Jealousy has grown like fruitless trees It has spread like width of seven seas It can’t be justified with very many pleas Life is condensed cocoon of humming bees Humans are no more, but hollowness remains Losses have crossed the

Meaningless

Meaningless short poem

Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams, my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny. Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this

Love Sonnet 43

Love Sonnet 43 sonnet poems

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more, Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink, Of Graces’ dances, spare me no encore, And Muses’ songs next time, not now, I think; Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,

Silence

Silence short poem

They say the things that finally break you, Are the words stuck in your throat. And she has years of thoughts not uttered, Crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whispher among a word, That’s learnt only to speak.

Flame Rose

Flame Rose short poem

Etched under my skin flame roses blister Scars on the palms of my hands bleed stigmata thorns My eyes freeze to crystal The tears around my throat are fashioned in black lace obsidian My lips, the color of amber and

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells