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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A Nation Divided

A Nation Divided long poem

A nation divided Under God with liberty and justice For all The line is clear Black as night Clear as day Party over blood Party over logic Party over love Some are humans Others muslim Some are humans Others black

New Generation

New Generation short poem

One’s existence was threatened by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise. Repressive, explosive eyes. You are trapped in words beneath bewitching smile. The ‘V’ sign for violence becomes more obvious. That hits you in face. The eastern wind is blowing.

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

In The Garden Of Gethsemane

In The Garden Of Gethsemane short poem

I tossed back the hot questions before searching the answer. Flaming torso of a limbless man was seeking a place to rest his soul. I inhale the death’s pungent odour so opiating and so brutal. Burning train chokes the windows

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

When It’s Twilight

When Its Twilight short poem

Yet another sunset, light on darkness does verge When dreams and reality begin to merge figures turn into silhouettes, the world seems ethereal the most fervent dreams suddenly seem so real From depths of loneliness emerges hope With life’s ups

Liberation

Liberation short poem

Life binds Life captivates Life ensnares, Life seduces Few have mettle To dare! I too not; But I love it not Accept it as God’s plot From which none Has an escape Nor a way of any sort. Death I

Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship long poem

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

Service

Service long poem

cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,

What New Realms Await?

What New Realms Await? prose poem

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

Search

Search short poem

SEARCH What is it that we are looking for? Validation? Connection? Approval? Appreciation? Applause? Respect? Love? Acceptance? What is it that drives us on? What is it that gives us hope? What is it that makes us carry on? What

Life Cycle

Life Cycle short poem

I rouse from the lap of ocean.. rose up down now and than… flew on on the wings of clouds.. walk play and commit many fouls… Collide with mighty mountains.. feeling cavalier..without any pain… a sudden my tears rushing down

Keepin’ On

Keepin On short poem

Busted yolk in my morning egg, broke a shoelace, skinned my leg Baby’s diaper full of poop, car won’t start, wife flew the coop Late for my job, dropped my cell, oh my Lord it broke to hell I’d call

Reflection

Reflection short poem

A smiling face soothens the heart of the onlooker A crying face emits sympathy of the onlooker A laughing face enhances the spirit of the onlooker An angry face disturbs the mind of the onlooker A serious face brings fear

Concerned

Concerned short poem

Mosquito jazz! Begun, it has. Would you pass on please, the frightening disease. Apologies given as favors. Edible insects in delicious flavors. Counting sheep, they are black as coal. Counting crows, they are white as snow. Let’s make a fortune;

The Ethereal Affair

The Ethereal Affair ballad

Sitting there observing me A shadow among the flock Breathing in the magic scene With a vision to unlock I waited for a dream to be Unforgotten and serene But the love and lust For what I must Tantalizes me

Horse Of A Different Color

Horse Of A Different Color short poem

This is the Horse Of A Different Color you’ve always heard tell about…well and this season it’s a celebration of the heart…ceremony of the horseman as the gypsies danced you kissed me and I lost all reason and as they

Music

Music long poem

Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic

The Indian Sign

The Indian Sign prose poem

The town is known as Williamsville; It’s just a tiny hamlet, with one small green, on one small street with only seven houses; but long ago was home to Indians, their children, and their spouses. In honor of this peaceful

You Don’t

You Dont prose poem

I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.

Roses For The Soul

Roses For The Soul short poem

Roses are for the soul, giving peace and poise to one and all. Colours and hues so charming , their enchantment is undeniably heart-warming. ‘Roses’ word full of fragrances, delight to the soul and freshens one’s senses. Awesome flowers having

Uncertainty Of Love

Uncertainty Of Love short poem

Is it a melted metal?, Or a falling star? I don’t know… Because, it is absent in between the sky and the earth. Is it a black ink?, Or a white paper? I don’t know… Because, it keeps some gunpowder

Farewell

Farewell short poem

Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance

The Protagonists

The Protagonists prose poem

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspect of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Drops Of Life

Drops Of Life short poem

Sitting besides the window , I watched the gloomy cumulus clouds Above the rolling hills. Suddenly, a gush of wind entered Through the open widow. The sun which tried to make its appearance Through the dark and thick clouds, Hid

I am Fine

I am Fine short poem

Never free of my thoughts in mind just of my free will of being true being true to myself rather than to you never free of being my own but rather the me you wish to see not the person

Stars Fade

Stars Fade short poem

The days are separating. I can count to a thousand and I’d still be waiting. When I look upon the stars, I see ours is fading. Devils I make within myself say you hate me. Well, I love you dear.