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.

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

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

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Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

It’s time to say goodbye But I can’t I don’t want to say it It’s too hard It’s time to say goodbye How can I? Goodbye to our time? Goodbye to our memories? It’s time to say goodbye Goodbye to

Once Upon A Starry Night

Once Upon A Starry Night short poem

Those eyes Like light in the dark nights As brown as the wet land, Spreaded far and wide In the moon lit night, I saw them shinning so bright I wanted to ask, to whom they belong But in my

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

There’s voids of emptiness bridging you and me, Unknown to you, you are already known to me. You and me, like the two loops of the same knot, Baits of our own fate, one day we are destined to get

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Napoleon’s Europe

Napoleons Europe short poem

Europe my realm and my prized possession, I instill in thee our novel ideals, for your feudal laws our conquest repeals. Our boisterous wind of emancipation liberates Spain from draconian inquisition. Of the proud Brit’s stupendous earning power, an Egyptian

Run

Run short poem

Run away, as fast as you can You cannot escape what is at hand. Turning away, you will just find That you are only trapped within your mind. Enclosed environments in lies the viewing As everyone watches, your mind is

The Lonely Tree

The Lonely Tree short poem

Somewhere in the local park, in a place where nobody looks, There’s a tree growing, quietly and slowly. It’s not a very big tree at all. It’s surrounded by others, their massive trunks blocking the view of it. I always

There’s A Beast Dwelling Inside

There’s A Beast Dwelling Inside short poem

She loves so many things Her shoes, her bags Her cars, her rings To whom she shows the most admiration Is known to the world. Her one and only reflection. Don’t be mistreated She is a beauty But awfully conceited

Single Brown Woman On Fridays

Single Brown Woman On Fridays short poem

Shiny little lights on the ceiling reflect intermittently what’s within There’s no space for our bodies to gasp and that crude cry’s lost in the making. Shiny skin on my arms potent with sweat and charms of tonight we twirl

The Jester

The Jester short poem

The Jester Retrieving a book from the calmness of its nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages There before me was the Jester in full color and bright what a sight From the open

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Error Upon Error

Error Upon Error short poem

Columbus got blamed for it all Thinking that India is where he landed The people, “Indians” he would call Error to another added As still it has been so Since centuries ago. What if to Mars I would then sail

The City

The City short poem

Late night in a loveless city 12 am and the lights shine in the sky like beacon for all to see they shine bright Drawing in the easily swayed Like a flame to a fly For those that run from

My Val

My Val short poem

My Val My Margret Sarah, my love, my partner and my Val You make me smile, sometimes frown You make me laugh and other times you make me want to cry You make me happy and sad You make me

Little White Hair

Little White Hair short poem

Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy

Holopause

Holopause short poem

There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It

Be Quiet

Be Quiet short poem

You be quiet Lest you may feel sad When a passenger is robbed When a lady is accosted When a car dashes on pavement When bike riders snatch jewels When a car is stolen When an accident takes place If

I Cannot Weep

I Cannot Weep short poem

Those vicious strikes. Beaten by sticks, a panther dies on moon in midstop. Standing on a bomb digging a tunnel you pay obeisance to the god of war. This sweet revenge for your forefathers? Who could not walk straight in

The Fear Of This Love

The Fear Of This Love ballad

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Human Lab

Human Lab short poem

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

Andrew

Andrew short poem

You’re so good. “your imperfections make you perfect.” you said that to me. is this how family trees begin? I can’t say something that I don’t know I want to know to know everything I want to know if you’ll

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must

Eyes Full Of Lies

Eyes Full Of Lies short poem

By the gardens I met you, In your eyes I saw the feelings I thought were true. Handled me with care like a feather, Told me we would stay like this forever. Was it wrong wanting to see you everyday,

Armistice

Armistice short poem

unrearthing the fallen saint you wash your feet and enter the temple of forgotten god: cult of escapc from tangled half- truths with dramatic entry of hysterics you fail to accept yourself, the grieving death – mask transcends a fresco

The Middle Path

The Middle Path short poem

The road to Hell is wide and traveled well, With timbrels, gay, and trumpets blowing loud, And souls won’t know, if when, and how they fell, With souls roasting, their bodies walk still proud: But gate of Heaven opens but

Poppies

Poppies short poem

As poppies drip blood red petals Among the fields where souls do roam A silenced voice away from home Buried deep with twisted metals Khaki men are dead and rotting As poppies drip blood red petals Overgrown with rats and

The Winner And The Loser

The Winner And The Loser short poem

The winner and the loser Those who cheat with love to always win and make a slave of the loser Sooner or later lose everything in a bet and never again will be a player And the loser is always

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Unbelieving

Unbelieving short poem

Today gives me an ethernal hurting of the raging night, my moon had crashed on the wings of flamingoes While saying farewell to crying winds of the creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy shores of silence, another watchman of

Sneaking Gods

Sneaking Gods short poem

Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the

Multiple Facets

Multiple Facets short poem

A holed balloon cannot hold air, A cracked pot can never contain water, But I dont know how, I’m amazed and wow, A broken heart can contain and hold love, Is it something against the natural physics ? Or is

Blackwater

Blackwater short poem

A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.

Struggle

Struggle short poem

They say… Time heals You will be ok You acknowledge politely Do they know… How hard it is for you to place your feet on the floor in the morning That you choke back tears throughout the day Can they

Something Happened

Something Happened short poem

Something happened I was just looking in your eyes Then a tear-drop fell to my surprise My heart ached watching your lonely cries I knew then I could not say something that replies My angel fell out of the heavenly

For My Successors

For My Successors short poem

I hope that one day this new generation which has access to the accumulated knowledge of almost every generation before will learn the pleasure of sitting outside on a warm summer’s night in near-perfect darkness and telling stories not in

What I Want To Be

What I Want To Be short poem

I tried yeah,I tried, I made you need me, what a difference today, you get honesty. You liked it and showered in thoughts that could be, deep down I knew it would never be me. Black widow you may say,