Advent Poems

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

Waiting For Christmas

Waiting For Christmas long poem

Here we are as we sit and rejoice Singing in union for God one voice, Today the first if his son’s advent Voices of his children from heaven sent. Today we gather to share our gifts he gave Sharing in

Poems containing references to : Advent

Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Alice got no malice….

Alice got no malice.... short poem

Once upon a time in Wonderland, there lived a girl called Alice. She had her fun, she had her gun, but she ain’t no full of malice. Born of love on a sabbath day, kissed to life by angels. Bless

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

In Memorium– Lest We Should Forget

In Memorium   Lest We Should Forget prose poem

Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In

A Walk Through The Shadows

A Walk Through The Shadows long poem

The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.

Mater Moi (Mother)

Mater Moi (Mother) short poem ode

Farthest you have gone but in thoughts remain Time alleviates sorrow loss hardest to explain With undying devotion you raised me just fine Telling what was right not cross over thin line Placidity of disposition far reaching foresight Helped me

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

Stranger in strange land

Stranger in strange land short poem

Strange is the land on which he treads seeking blood for the vengeance within he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here someone will fall for the false hope again some eyes will always be moist some hearts will

Gods And Demons

Gods And Demons short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

Mysterious Nature

Mysterious Nature prose poem

Why do you elude me the way you do? How many mysteries are you carrying within yourself? Why do I feel I am a part of you? The treasure that you carry within you is far richer then the materialistic

Present Is Present

Present Is Present short poem

Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming

Puppets on Strings

Puppets on Strings short poem

None our own devices in any scheme of things We all are but nothing than puppets on strings With advent designed for a set time on stage All expectedly ordained impossible to rearrange Often get manipulated and to probable comply

Visitor From Before The Dawn Of Language

Visitor From Before The Dawn Of Language long poem

the smile returned first that shy hopeful grimace couched in lips lately pinked as if from stolen candy there was rain that night fine and soaking and the leaves were glad of it all that street dust sliding into the

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Generation Next

Generation Next short poem

The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of

You are still in my poems!

You are still in my poems! short poem

” Away from my old life & my Nin*, So many days through thick & thin ! Away from you, my dear friend, On writing about us, I have to advent ! Swirling in the emotions of your love, Feeling

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Why

Why short poem

For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own

A Moment

A Moment prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

One world?

One world? short poem

One physical world has as many manifestations as there are minds, for each mind sees the world and infers its own interpretations. We both live in this One world but your world seems entirely different from mine. My world is

When We Meet

When We Meet ode

When we meet, you’ll catch me up on all your birthdays that I missed. The time you lost your keys to the car when you went for a hike and found them in your backpack, but in a different pocket

Who Do I Love The Most?

Who Do I Love The Most? prose poem

Who do I love the most? the imaginary picture of Jack Frost the king of pop or the one girl who let me chat with her lap top the millionaire of the town the lady who coloured my hair coffee

Lost Cause

Lost Cause short poem

A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin

Gaurmukh

Gaurmukh short poem

At point highest clouds appear and glide along Locks to climb mouths to bathe in beckon a broken soul Asses astride caution in mind the journey of bumps bundles along Excited at first exhausted at last mile First source of

Action Equals Consequence

Action Equals Consequence short poem

Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside

Want To Fly

Want To Fly long poem

I want to fly, I am born to fly, God gave me a soul, which cannot die. I want to fly, I want to cry, I want to experience every emotion, to feel glad and shy. I want to fly,

Dare

Dare short poem

Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world

It Does Not Matter

It Does Not Matter short poem

After a face – off you toss the coin resenting the liquid fame. Frame extracts the price of picture. Compassion for the artist was missing. I suffer in mid moon between darkness and light clarity of rags was improving. Homage

Shine Bright In The Night

Shine Bright In The Night short poem

Years and years pass away, And how quickly we grow we can never say . All the people we meet , They come and go . You can never imagine how life is long , It’s a journey that you

Even With The Duck It Kinda Sucked

Even With The Duck It Kinda Sucked short poem

Hey Super Fly Come on let’s Hustle No need to Rock The Boat Enough Jive Talking Macho Man Ring My Bell, I’ll get your coat We’re going down to Funky Town ‘Cause we’re Born To Be Alive I have a

Safe Haven

Safe Haven short poem

To my cocoon I wish to return To the safety of my nest. To the womb that nurtured me Where I had long been in blissful unawareness With eyes shut tight Fists clenched too Yet to feel , see and

Love Has Many Colors

Love Has Many Colors prose poem

Love is like a green leaf innocent, delicate and soft tenderness of which brings a sensation of pleasure to mind Love is like a rainbow cheerful, playful and elegant with its seven colors nature gets fascinated Love is the first

Deep Roots

Deep Roots prose poem

Fathers are trees whose roots are so deep and strong that we cling to them for ever Eventually we get lost into them that gives a different pleasure Now when my father has gone far away from me desire of

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Sea Monkeys

Sea Monkeys short poem

Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the

Legacy

Legacy short poem

From the far horizon comes a call, To meet the lilting song of yesterday, How far away to the sunset I ask? No one answers to my dismay. Silent images whirl on by, Like a kite flying without string. I

Freedom Of Thought

Freedom Of Thought short poem

Tore away all my aprons, one by one, my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, wrist-watch and lastly, all under wears, and I look myself up and down, fully naked, from tip to toes, I liked to see me, as far