Airport Poems

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

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

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Lax

Lax prose poem

i get tired of the people red yellow black white you are precious but not mine i dont know the people you’re young are you married you’re old is there passion what is your preferred toothpaste rich or poor, can

Poems containing references to : Airport

The Girl With A Book

The Girl With A Book short poem

She dashes just in time for the final boarding call Because airport book shops should never be missed She adores browsing second-hand book stores They smell of memories… like a long-forgotten kiss Bookmarks are more than mere page pointers They

Tragedy, Au Revoir , My Little Country

Tragedy, Au Revoir , My Little Country long poem

In winter of 2010, January 12 at 6:00 in the afternoon- an earthquake devastated the country in just six little seconds. Soon after, a smoke rose from the horizon covering the whole country, in every cloud of smoke, I could

Regrets

Regrets short poem

one time i was waiting at the airport to be called: destination was united states, i saw my moms tears miles away but i couldn’t help my self to try and look away i had to pick either leave or

English Cowboy

English Cowboy short poem

I see a Cowboy walking down the street… He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been. He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him. If I bought

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Why Are You Here

Why Are You Here ballad

The crunching of gravel beneath my feet A sound I associate with a country retreat Manicured gardens tended with care The scent of rose blossoms filling the air A quiet calm away from the throng The silence disturbed with birds

South On I-75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back

South On I 75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back prose poem

Whenever you’d ask me how much farther I’d always tell you we’re closer Than the last time you asked And this seemed to satisfy you You’d say, “ We’re closer?” “That’s right,” I’d say “Then how much longer?” you’d want

Dragging

Dragging short poem

The Asperger syndrome: you will not speak, you will not tell me about fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater becomes a death chamber. A toddler falls in a borewell, you can still measure hypothermia, the tilting of meteor saves the

Pouring

Pouring short poem

Urn was carring the snow unmelted like the soul of night. It was a very strange winter like araucaria puzzle. Who was dragging the evergreens over the chaste cliff? All the incogerent roots have broken the placenta for new gods.

M E N

M E N short poem

I haven’t had a quiet life In-fact it’s been quite busy When I think back to how it was It sends me kinda dizzy I have had a lot of men Of which I can recall I could name most

Kashsho The Bride

Kashsho The Bride short poem

A pretty damsel clad in her White Wedding Gown, As if a heavenly Hoori from paradise is coming, With her jewelled crown. The white transparent veil can’t conceal her beauty, The moon-faced bride is looking extremely pretty. Her midnight eyes

For those in peril

For those in peril short poem

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

Truth

Truth short poem

Heated argument insults flying, blaming denying openly crying, perfectly constructed a natural born lair you are! Knowing just how to twist that knife this tale has become your life with shutters you walk with rehearsals you talk unjustified lies you

A Wish To My Lord

A Wish To My Lord long poem

Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever

Never Give Up The Gift, Life

Never Give Up The Gift, Life long poem

Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have

Only Your Memories

Only Your Memories short poem

You don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you back in time, connected more than any rhyme, you don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you any where, into hope or in

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

No love on this earth, can define in words our Love and Respect for you, it’s the Unconditional Love that you keep bestowing on us, that keeps us alive and kicking! You are the epitome of discipline and strictness, and,

Imagine!

Imagine! short poem

Many of us are laid to rest Before we learn the true intentions of our life Before we lose our innocence and search for it all over again If there’s a way to find the answers to our existence To

To Childhood, With Love

To Childhood, With Love short poem

Looking back, I see That I’ve come a long way From where I used to be. In the faraway town, Where I spent the best days of my life. Rainy, sunny, cloudy… Whatever it may be. I had my own

I Love You

I Love You short poem

Two little words, Like ‘Thank You’, Don’t say it all, For the happy things, That you have brought, Into my Life. I don’t need, To say it aloud, That I love you, And the meaning, You have in my life

Madame Tussaud’s

Madame Tussauds short poem

“Madame Tussaud’s” Initially I was scared to enter that semi dark hall, The hall of statues- An eerie atmosphere, The smell of ancient dresses worn by statues, Oh my God–those wax sculptures, Had brainwashed my mind like a jaundiced fellow,

Musings

Musings short poem

The night settles in. On a million hopes One by one The stars in the windows dim. A lone firefly celebrates his moment of stardom A speck, yet important in the now as he lights up and revels so do

Some One So Right!!

Some One So Right!! short poem

One fine day with the rise of the dawn, A beam of new sunlight glistened on my face. I opened my eyes with a twinkled glee. And Found Happiness waiting for me to embrace. I got up to the tune

Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

Orange Donkey

Orange Donkey short poem

Orange tree, Orange tree, beautiful to me A Field full of Oranges on, orange clayish earth I see Sapphire blue sky with the odd sea bird floating on the slight breeze so free The odour of the ripening skin sends

Fighters At Large

Fighters At Large short poem

A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.

Rose

Rose short poem

You the red soft roses, The queen of the bushes, Oh the wooing princess, How shall thy beauty be praised! Millions of unknown thoughts you say, But in a quite silent way, All the world, across tha bay! Behind the

The Sky Is Everywhere

The Sky Is Everywhere short poem

Grief is a house, where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us. the mirrors how to reflect us, the walls how to contain us. Grief is a house that disappears, each time someone knocks at the door or rings

The Camping Trip

The Camping Trip short poem

The fathers are all crying there is no more beer so they drank the river water now they weep like children and the wives wring their hands talk about amoebas, bacteria the children tend the campfire no one asks them

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

Do You Bleed

Do You Bleed short poem

Did you see sparrows any more? Did you listen to the songs of dropping rain? Did you ever dream of sunshine…? This what we have done to us So close to life yet so far This is what we have

For The First Time

For The First Time short poem

Walking down the lane, on a lifeless night, I saw a light coming from behind, Was it the moon? I asked myself NO It was you, the angel who helped me when I was doomed. The sky was calm and

Hating To Do

Hating To Do short poem

To get my dues I come to your door talking to myself Today I will present you my theme song in a live shooting belt. A confined thought had the influence fading away It was a stark, frightful journey to

One Saint Walked Over The Ridge

One Saint Walked Over The Ridge short poem

Death will not listen; still, the candle burns, in blue dark and sets free the sun. Will you hold me tight when I shed my identity? I was going to start a silent prayer for this earth. I forget, that

The River

The River ode

As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity

Must I Endure?

Must I Endure? short poem

What should you do when people bother you? not react? not notice? not speak? just endure????? It is easier said than done When they stare in your face When their auras are dark and they eat up your space When

Holi Special…

Holi Special... short poem

Holi Special… A special day, a special week, Neither I say nor do they weep, A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection, Making good relations, in form of Benediction, Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t

Memories

Memories short poem

My memories have become nomads, And they come back all at once. Like strangers from myriad surreal lands, Or a thousand prodigal sons. How far from home, we have strayed mother! From that sunny dreaming hearth, So my memories seem