Aesthetic Poems

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

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

Poems containing references to : Aesthetic

Twilight Memories

Twilight Memories short poem

The aesthetic beauty of twilight , Reminds of a lost soul, In the fleeting moment of bygone years, That vanished to oblivion, Surfacing in the sea of thoughts, To bring back the silent hopes, Wishfully strewn in path of life.

Dazzling Pelicans

Dazzling Pelicans short poem

Dazzling Pelicans I swayed languidly as a swollen cow that strolls on the narrow muddy road. bewildered all at once from my drowsiness, I saw a dazzling host of silvery Pelicans floating in the greenish lake before the building. Diving

A Kinetic Kiss

A Kinetic Kiss short poem

Rise like clouds and fall like rains, Roam below the blue sky, Sing with a friend and dance with ally, Wash out the acids and kill the pains, A rainbow is needed by an aesthetic heart, Inspire a lover for

Tears Unstopped

Tears Unstopped prose poem

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

The Drizzle

The Drizzle long poem

Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life

Not Poetical

Not Poetical short poem

Being not poetical, how pitiful it is, Sometimes I sit somewhere and watch the Slew of mass flowing over dusty street And a strange thought dawns in my mind How poetical these rushing souls actually are? Perhaps I know these

Into The Woods

Into The Woods prose poem

She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

Feminine As Divine

Feminine As Divine short poem

When you visit a temple, could see scintillating sculpture Attention of your eyes, easily it may capture Sculptural forms of women, that shall grace, Standing of the ancient arts, apparent to trace They were cultural motif of celestial women Delightfully

Definition De La Beaux

Definition De La Beaux long poem

Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.

Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

It was afternoon hot on summer mid And the sky was blazing with unspeakable boiling, But still was graced with pound of clouds Which bore timid promises to overcome the summer damages. Then it was coming of rain like an

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Hiding

Hiding short poem

After plundering the moon, the skins have dug their heels in candles – for a night vigil. Why you want to know the hidden meaning Of a benign meaningless. The beginning and end were most visible tragedies of an endless

True Friendship

True Friendship short poem

Like the moon can cause the waves to move, and Sun can grow the flowers, So too, a friend can fill another’s life with many golden hours. So strive your best to sow True Friends through love, through trust, through

Nurse

Nurse short poem

Hurried steps from room to room, bed to bed, Too many wounds and bandages soaking red. She has seen the ugliest of wounds, and her mind echoes those desperate cries, Yet she will always greet you, wearing her friendliest, warmest

Poveglia

Poveglia short poem

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Poveglia…screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria…well and

Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

Loss

Loss long poem

When you think about losing someone You know it will hurt You expect to hurt Like you’ve never hurt before But even though you prepare yourself Once you lose someone you love The shock will knock you off your feet

Race Against Time

Race Against Time short poem

The moments seem endless, Entwined in the seamless mind, Days go by in seconds, Hapless and breathless. The beats of the heart, Not the ticking of the clock, Wait endlessly, For a hello or goodbye. Lost in the sands of

The Date

The Date short poem

“Before the Sun rose today I woke up feeling heavy in an unusual way Aware of the date and its significance No time to ponder, had to prep for work, don’t wanna be late As I clocked in at the

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

In my mind I see it I believe it I can be it I am the great conqueror In my mind I can bask in it The accomplishment The battle won The victories The satisfaction in life The road travel

Thought 2

Thought 2 long poem

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

A Family Dust

A Family Dust short poem

A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Was it a pink

In Bulgaria

In Bulgaria prose poem

Graffiti foretold the new beginning Rubble in the streets A telling story of political decay A girl crosses the street Is there a new way on the other side An outstretched hand Calling for Democracy Vestiges of propaganda, Imprisoned dissidents

Love Offers Countless Tears

Love Offers Countless Tears short poem

Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied

The Snowman (reading Wallace Stevens’ Poem)

The  Snowman  (reading Wallace Stevens Poem) short poem

Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect — behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like quiet and focus of a sentinel, a snowman half-disfigured when scrutinized by early February winds — sparkles from an unseen, unbeatable citadel? Perhaps

Save Us

Save Us short poem

Save Us!!! What Immortal hand or eye, Could have created the wonder oh my!! Amidst the dark and dingy sly, Killed, bruised and left to die! it hurts to see when the numbers dwindle, our hearts wither in pain and

Cactus

Cactus short poem

Oh, the greenness In the desert… You are the sign of bravery You are the mark of subsistence You challenge the established fate. But, you don’t have Enemies in the desert, do you? Nevertheless, here are Thousands of enemies For

Early Morning Silence

Early Morning Silence prose poem

A car zipped through the early morning silence bursting in sound the stillness of sunrise Sol emerged in golden rays cast upon the new day A robin hopped as though dancing in rhythm to ‘The Dawn Chorus’ who woke the

You Came Along Just In Time

You Came Along Just In Time long poem

Just when I was ready to give up on love You Came Along Just In Time When I didn’t think there was any real Reason to carry on, you put back together The broken pieces of this heart of mine

August Snow

August Snow sonnet poems

How many days will it go, That I’ll wait to hear from you, In how many days will I show, How much love, I do… Its past midnight and I’m still awake, Dawn will break out soon, How long will

A Bestfriend

A Bestfriend short poem

She’s like a pearl under the sea That is hard to get A fruit above a tree That only bird can reach I met a lot of people along the way Still, I’m alone at the end of the day

March 18th, 2016

March 18th, 2016 short poem

The day I’ve looked to for years is now my dreaded bitter end. Melancholy incarnate, I feel nothing, much to my chagrin. My mind a wall, nostalgia the flood. Bursting through upon the hour. Bittersweet memories of you. The wall

Front Porch Singing

Front Porch Singing short poem

In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round To lift our voices in joyful sound. We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch And then the singing would commence without a hitch. We’d sing of Jesus and His love And

Acrimony

Acrimony short poem

In longest night of pitch-dark space you disappear like an arrow. No star brightens your face. Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets to capture the gullible victim on winter solstice. The snow was falling like sorcery. A little

Unto My Sister

Unto My Sister short poem

I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely

Joy Forever

Joy Forever short poem

The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in

Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch