Aids Poems

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

Aids/HIV: Will I Live?

AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.

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The Generations

The Generations short poem

Sixties came and went, As the seventies rolled in I was born upon my mother’s breast Last of four kids, I was the baby of the family Seventies were filled of adventure, fun, and games Learning new faces and names

Poems containing references to : Aids

Friends

Friends short poem

friends are someone.. who meet each other- to share joy and sorrow and celebrate happy moments together. here my friends-never I had the chance to see them face to face. we share a world made with the trust of god’s

Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

Poor Sweet Kids

Poor Sweet Kids prose poem

We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.

Diana

Diana short poem

I didn’t really notice her, to start with, A girl with too shaped hair and clothes beyond her years It wasn’t right, clearly not right Medieval in some respects An heir and a spare her task But a fairy-tale danced

I have a dream!

I have a dream! prose poem

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

We Need A Miracle…today!

We Need A Miracle...today! short poem

I know it takes money to find cures For disease but how much more time And money will it take for these so Called scientist to find a cure for Leukemia, AIDS and Cancer…I think They need to get off

Mother Nature

Mother Nature long poem

I wake up in the morning and your face is the first thing I see, I take a deep breath and I laugh out, ha!ha!, remembering the outdoors and the sea, Oh dear ma!ma! You are so dear to me

Skin

Skin short poem

I Wish Racism Would Die. I Wish It Would Go Away, Because Racism Is Like A Disease, And People Make It Stronger Everyday. Why Are People Hating Each Other, Because Of The Color Of Their Skin? To Me, Color Ain’t

Invisible Heartaches

Invisible Heartaches long poem

It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a

Sonnet for Waterkeepers

Sonnet for Waterkeepers sonnet poems

Through all the rank smells of the city’s shore The ocean’s breath says ages of being. Dark blue depths, salty finned life, and much more, Shifting of arm hair aids my eyes seeing My ancestors rising out of the vast

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I Vow Here And Now

I Vow Here And Now short poem

Well And Everybody longs for someone to love The unconditionally well I think I’ve Finally met my match written in the stars Of destiny and so I Vow here and Now to love you more today than yesterday more tomorrow

After The Flood Had Gone

After The Flood Had Gone short poem

After the flood had gone A wreckage of human waste we come Seas have shattered the lives of some I know we must rebuild as the tide succumbed Nowhere to live, not even clothes to put on Nature tells us

A World With Unity

A World With Unity short poem

When I close my eyes at night there is darkness. When my eyes open in the morning there is light. I pray that the world will experience a brightness of fortitude where all men, all women, and all animals can

The Thief

The Thief short poem

I used to have an organ beating, In my chest, rhythmic repeating The self same tunes for eternity; It resides now no longer with me. “Thief, where have you taken it? Even love hath forsaken it, Though the blood within

Battle With The Insecure Self

Battle With The Insecure Self long poem

Just who am I to you? How do I look from your point of view? I don’t know but it matters to me, How you look at me physically. I get conscious with how I look like, That maybe the

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

Murder

Murder short poem

You told me lot of stories….. on the field, in the moonlit night. stars above and the moon alone listened to your words, far away, someone is singing a song, song of desire and despair song of departure……. a story

On Virtual Love

On Virtual Love short poem

Can someone fall in love without meeting Can someone fall for a person one has never seen Hands which were never touched Voice which was never heard Those beautiful love filled eyes which were never seen Yet it’s so true

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

Brightest Of The Sun

Brightest Of The Sun short poem

let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of

Let Me In

Let Me In prose poem

Knock knock knock!! He knocked the door with fear The night was not so dark not so bright The moon was hiding its face Behind the thin cloud The road was alone The wind was cold Nobody answered behind the

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

About Love

About Love short poem

This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left

Never Do Enough

Never Do Enough long poem

Never Do Enough You will never do enough for some people in this world cause there being blinded by sin, self & Satan just be the best that you could be you take out the garbage & fold the clothes

Time To Shift

Time To Shift short poem

Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind? Many are seeking solutions, while others whine When

Mr. Stubborn…

Mr. Stubborn... ode

With a sinking heart he compiled All the memories that are scattered behind He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind It was just

Moon Awake

Moon Awake short poem

awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .

In Dance

In Dance short poem

Bond of love is so sweet and strong That it does not afford any wrong In sheer ecstasy heart sings a song Under all odds to each other we belong Oh my beloved I cherish your beauty No one is

I Have To Know

I Have To Know short poem

I have to know why you swore you’d love me forever And then tried to lie about cheating on me, why you gave I a ring to wear then told your friends we weren’t a pair, Why you took me

To My Muse

To My Muse short poem

You bloom in my heart like a beautiful rose in summer. You cherish my spirit and give me the sense of delight. Your innermost dreams and incredibly zany desires Are so fantastic and bright. Your radiant smile is wonderful, gorgeous,

A Sunny Wait…

A Sunny Wait... short poem

Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last

I Belong There

I Belong There prose poem

And I almost caved in when I sat down on the sand dune Like dancing serpents the sand particles danced before me Enthralled me, swept me off to fall in love with them I closed my eyes, breathed Choosing to

Semantic Hide n’ Seek

Semantic Hide n Seek short poem

Granted that I say, What I always needed to; That the words on which I play, Might not seem like a game to you. That the lyrics my brain And tongue spit out Should not come to strain, And I

Suicidal Teddy

Suicidal Teddy short poem

Round and round the garden lost in despair Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday No more hugs and

I Live

I Live long poem

It was dark it was dread! It’s a place of death in death; Hole in hole of wholesome hole It was a place, full of dole- Penciled picture past damn hell: Seemed it vague, which eyes can’t tell But the

The Lifeline

The Lifeline short poem

I started walking on the water. I could see Jesus up ahead, but then I lost my focus and got afraid. Thoughts of sinking and possibly drowning entered my mind. Oh, why did I ever think that I could do

Your Eyes

Your Eyes short poem

Your eyes Are bluer than the skies Of summer. They shine more brightly Than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly. No finer line Could ever define A shape more perfect in design. One look and I’m enraptured – Captured! They have

Fall Back

Fall Back short poem

We look over the hillocks for the spread of orange red color I do not know where it ends. it does not matter if I read the pulse of the rivulet or the soul of a baul song, the red