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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The Knife Set/sets

The Knife Set/sets long poem

I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which

Soul Fighter

Soul Fighter short poem

It is all about having courage.. To continue your steps with all your luggage! Knowing of no support and absence of grip.. The floor is lubricated and bravery is not to slip! Challenges are limitless, and all are ready to

A Grand Poem

A Grand Poem short poem

“I love you like a grand poem.” Like a poem that reflects the beauty of night In the arms of a sleeping lover Through his content breath Into the sweet scent of satisfaction “I Love you like a grand poem.”

War

War short poem

I feel like a ghost since time I am lost Spread my ashen coat on white city roads Go where no one could go Douse in snow, Travel between worlds alone So far from home My steps echoing, I soar

My Girl Inside

My Girl Inside ode

My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A

Turbulence

Turbulence short poem

A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated unnamed flesh of words found six inches short I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears to be worthless without

All That I Want

All That I Want short poem

Photo by aesedepece All that I want Is to sit and listen to you talk I want to fill my soul and my being With your words and your expressions All that I want Is to watch your eyes Lighting

Sonnet on Love

Sonnet on Love sonnet poems

As I rest and listen to this love song Oh! what a pleasant melody it brings Like a scented rose this season of spring! This love that I kept in heart for so long Since I have known her in

Meadowbreath

Meadowbreath short poem

The most primal of seasons First baby-breaths of spring Creation without reason A holy art of being Earth’s neolithic easter Without woe or restraint The forests ooze, the bees stir Irrepressibly make The oldest and most reverend Yet most wanton

Promise Me Tomorrow

Promise Me Tomorrow short poem

“Can you promise me tomorrow?” I heard the little girl say. My life has been filled with so much pain and sorrow. My Mommy and Daddy both passed away when I was three And now there’s no one left but

Dasagiri

Dasagiri long poem

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

The Chime

The Chime short poem

Gazing through the swirling fog; the cloying mists of time, hoping to see the ones I love, before the clock’s cold chime. Beyond the final curtain; the call of a tolling bell, what destiny awaits me as shadows fall over

Urge To Merge

Urge To Merge short poem

My love the urge to merge is great I want to have you to kiss,embrace Let me be frank to be soul associate I consider you my honor and grace I waited for you and still but to wait My

Tomorrow People

Tomorrow People long poem

I planted a single seed left long ago In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil In the game of life your time is very brief try turning over a brand new leaf many people today seem so

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

Time, Think And Act

Time, Think And Act short poem

As the time flies, we never realise how it went off, We can Memorise and analyse, how we had spent it off at the end, To lead a happy life, TIME, THINK and ACT should be at-least linear!! As we

An Ode To Headphones

An Ode To Headphones ode

Closed back, open back, on ear, over ear I love all varieties of you, Oh dear Sony, phillips, sennheiser or skull candy Congrats dear, you are gettin trendy Ranging from few hundreds to lakhs.. & from light as white to

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Room Full Of Mirrors

Room Full Of Mirrors short poem

Lock me in a room full of mirrors. So that, I can see myself a little more clear. What is the problem, which everyone sees? But, I don’t understand, I fear. All the mirrors in the room Can’t lay down

One

One short poem

This servitude eternal, Bound by duty and faith, I find hope fading, Devoured by these, Ordeals. These trials, Harbingers of all That is ordained, Also conduct terrible fate. Dread comes, For this bounding main Of darkness, Lies absolute. Imploring for

Deep Into The Sea

Deep Into The Sea short poem

As I slowly walk into a fine sunny day, Gently picking and kicking the white sand along the bay, I look at the sea and begin closing my eyes, feel the coldness of the air that soothes me, And opening

Love Grows

Love Grows short poem

I saw a flower and it stopped me in my tracks I looked very closely and I found it was looking back So I was transfixed by the colour and where it was at I guess the flower thought the

London Fog

London Fog short poem

In the London fog she walks like light Light as soft as the lofty stars Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere She sounds the bells of destiny Oscar Wilde with a black cane Morose of

Memories

Memories short poem

The house is quiet Now you’ve gone No more music No love song Emptiness rings out loud Where we would dance Without a crowd The house is quiet No more laughter Just memories Gathering dust Shadows that used to be

Selflessly Selfish

Selflessly Selfish short poem

Help out no matter what, not because you might get it in return but , because you will have a good reputation.. Forgive all not because they deserve but , because you will have less strain.. Say sorry not because

Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

Fate

Fate short poem

Born as female child much against their wish makes the parents reconcile to their fate Me lagging behind in studies in spite of my best efforts make parents feel like salt added to their wound and they start cursing their