Alleluia Poems

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

Trinity

Trinity short poem

In the name of the Father, the Son and The Holy Spirit I am born again, I am finally at peace within and now I just have to shout out Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia I have been saved by the grace

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The Chasm

The Chasm prose poem

Somewhere, there is a chasm A deep cut in the ground A scar in the earth A wound in the world I stand over the edge My hair blows in the winds of endless freefall If I wanted to cross

The Frost

The Frost short poem

This overwhelming emptiness: something to present allegorical, figuratively, which is not here. Vultures were coming back. A stimulating dialogue must start to release the hostages of unknown fears. The menacing fog was towering over statements. Everything was turning into coal

Gratitude

Gratitude prose poem

Gratitude –the noblest of emotions springs up from the core of heart sometimes expressed instantly Through palpable signs A grateful smile A warm hand shake Or a ‘Thank you ‘ note that says it all BUT Often too shy or

Death Is Immortal

Death Is Immortal short poem

hide me in these walls… shield me even, try your best to cloak me from it.. but it won’t work. death is coming. death is coming at a pace we do not know…whether slowly or quickly it will reach its

Beautifully Breathless!

Beautifully Breathless! short poem

My breath, Mixed with pungent thoughts Dissolves within And grow thoughts under my skin Like a disease, spread with ease! My breath, Crawls in the tunnel of lungs Doing an abandoned dance, in trance In pain she sighs, and yet

O ! Gandhiji Your Weapon

O ! Gandhiji Your Weapon short poem

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How powerful Your weapon ! More powerful than , Ever , ever made. O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How destructive your weapon ! More destructive than atom bomb , That destroys in total. O !

I Live In My Head

I Live In My Head short poem

I’m consumed by thoughts of a better place I live there in my head The world ticks around me Full of greed, full of dread I’ve seen the system for what it is A trap that chisels at our nature

Beloved

Beloved short poem

Oh beloved! My gloomy eyes are searching for you. Through the vague fog and the dew. Beyond the touch of the ocean and the sky. Farther than the “Arctic tern” fly. Beyond the bounds of the snowy fields. Over and

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?

Dewdrops And The Truth

Dewdrops And The Truth short poem

Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos

Craig De Num

Craig De Num long poem

Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen Go in op of your creatures that lurk in The shadows I know you’ve found more Monsters than the world knows and the Labyrinth of your coven remains legend Since many hundred years

You Are The Music In Me

You Are The Music In Me short poem

Drops of dew On a leaf brand new Your love is acute Like a note from a flute Your love is a magical flu That cures with a kiss so true Life with you is a glorious tour That ends

Cappuccino

Cappuccino short poem

Let the essence of your love be an espresso that adds flavor Let your fame be an odour that reaches the sky Let your sorrow vanish like a foam Let your smile be sweet as sugar Let your anger be

Ocean And Shore

Ocean And Shore prose poem

I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my

Privileged

Privileged short poem

Some people always feel life lets them down, Maybe if they’d stop they would see, Just because I don’t wear a permanent frown, It doesn’t mean life’s been kind to me. I find it’s the ones who always complain, Are

Blink

Blink long poem

A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his

Despaired

Despaired short poem

nothing is left to say, the wandering cloud was bleeding for white moon, the elements, the purity, the ligaments are fake, joints are festering with fever on burntout resins; the name floats in millions of veins, tell me the fault

Having You Near

Having You Near ode

When I say I love you It does not mean Ownership and judging What you have been It means I am joyful Having you near I am also joyful When you join the sphere Present you are Whether near or

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall over the temple grounds A full moon expressionless without a sound Grudgingly grants its pale luminance Obviously tired of its nightly performance A starry canopy of quietness and tranquility Punctuated by harmonious chanting of such gentility Silhouettes of monks

Adamant, who?

Adamant, who? short poem

Will you ever understand my pain, or think forever I only did gain? it’s so hard for me to explain, for whatever I say will all go in vain. Couldn’t reason with you so far, for your mind doors are

Life Is A Dream

Life Is A Dream short poem

Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth

Morning

Morning prose poem

Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To

When I Saw The Last Time

When I Saw The Last Time prose poem

I was holding my child and whispering Papa this time will get the blue angel dress she laughed and said guguggug… I woke as the bus stopped suddenly the acrid tyre smell hit my nostrils still sleepy was tapped and

Elegy

Elegy elegy

The red-gold heaven of stormy autumn leafy-misty lights this late October dawn recalling to me, curiously, the design hidden in words, swirls of the wood-smoke of ages time-ridden, missing things: a fleeting meeting with the past: something else that does

When I Became A Statue

When I Became A Statue prose poem

Beneath a pile of dust, on a slumbering shelf, in a room which knows not the wind, I’d stumbled with a white-haired aphorism telling that your heart is your enemy; If it inclines left, go right; if it betakes right,

Lessons Learned

Lessons Learned short poem

I learned how to earn a person’s respect, By being proud of all the life’s I have wrecked. I learned how to trust and to always believe, By assuring I always set out to deceive. I learned how to love

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

Sin

Sin short poem

My sins have risen landing me in a prison Darkness dwells In the corner of my cell Hope has fled And trust is dead There is no humanity Only insanity Innocence is not alive anymore It is something I thrive

Just Believe

Just Believe long poem

An innocent face redness in eyes wild tresses made more wild by the blowing wind a pained expression smile that is lost laughter like a brook lost somewhere for now lost she looks incapable she calls herself torn by love

Till The Rooster Crows

Till The Rooster Crows short poem

Down on the farm there’s not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that’s why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on ’til you Come a knockin’ on

Wasted Spring

Wasted Spring short poem

Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed

Child Play

Child Play ode

pick me up i drag my corpse once again back to the ground gravity, why are you greedy? hay and lilac grass i want to sleep peacefully to put it bluntly i crash and sleep momentum shifts and careless lips

War!

War! short poem

I don’t remeber what I tried to forget Lost words that were better left unspoken The days that were gone, that were never to happen again You were one in a million and I was a thousand to two Now

Take From Me

Take From Me short poem

All that I have nothing is for sale. I am not a tree, not the Earth, not a thing that understands itself. Every day – a miracle beginning and ending in darkness dependent on sub- miracle biomechanical eyelids. and eyes

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

What Do I Do With Me

What Do I Do With Me prose poem

I lay here beside you in the dark. I feel this worry in my heart. I wonder if we will last or if you’re still living in the past. So many questions I have to ask. So much pain I

Comparison

Comparison short poem

By candlelight crooked fingers drew a face on water for the sake of sun. Night will tell the fate of flame. Smothers with Magnolia’s gloss. There was an eerie silence near the alarm clock. Time to wake up. The flowers

Love Me Like I Do

Love Me Like I Do short poem

I’m cold as ice but sweet as sugar mean as dirt wicked as a witch dominating as a lioness but I promise you my love for you will be no match it will create a history of its own it

Rose

Rose short poem

If A flower be So Beautiful, Colourful And Fragrant As the Rose, It Will need All the thorns To ward off Transgressors And, Protect Its honour!