Amber Poems

Amber poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of amber poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on amber are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Green to Amber then Red

Green to Amber then Red short poem

The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum The moss is like velvet

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

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Poems containing references to : Amber

What Shall I Do!!

What Shall I Do!! short poem

What shall I do with your money .. Is it enough to buy my soul honey?? How does it matter with how many babes you sleep ? Everything is in vain if one girl you can’t forever keep!! What do

Mystical Garden

Mystical Garden prose poem

The piercing blue water cascades off the gleaming smooth rocks, descending into a pool of mystics. The dark amber trees soar high into the heavens, the ample leaves whisper sweet nothings in the air. The radiant flowers blanket the earth,

Welcome To Pakistan

Welcome To Pakistan short poem

Serene azure skies, dewy grasses and towering trees Divine, soothing and gentle is the forenoon’s breeze So fragrant is our soil, and couth is every rain Sightseers here buoyant on their visit remain The sun when yellows the unlit shadowy

It’s Finished

Its Finished prose poem

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

Catalytic Apparition

Catalytic Apparition short poem

There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal

The Music In Silence

The Music In Silence short poem

Wandering through the village orchard When the evening amber light is spread I could hear the music of nature When the breeze from nowhere intruded. The music band follows the breeze With a concert of the cricket shrill The pitter

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

Flame Rose

Flame Rose short poem

Etched under my skin flame roses blister Scars on the palms of my hands bleed stigmata thorns My eyes freeze to crystal The tears around my throat are fashioned in black lace obsidian My lips, the color of amber and

On My Way To My Farmers’ Market

On My Way To My Farmers Market long poem

With a singing heart and basket in hand I skipped my way for my weekend store. Dreaming of cinnamony muffins and freshly baked loaves The smiling farmers selling all their veggie and fruity delights. I passed by the quaint and

Verge Of Defunct

Verge Of Defunct long poem

Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

Cain’s Victims

Cains Victims long poem

The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

A New Day

A New Day short poem

We hike till the bright sky turns to a murky night. Smiling with delight as we hike. Each of us filled to the brim with happiness, while enjoying life to the fullest. We hike in delight and in dislike. We

The Return Of A Lost Lover

The Return Of A Lost Lover short poem

Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating

Composed Upon Hyde Park

Composed Upon Hyde Park sonnet poems

Ah, let come this stifling breeze now to ye all! Such sweet sap envelops my every pore, Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall? For I fear the amber of daylight no more. Dormant they recline on fields of

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A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Parallel Universe

Parallel Universe short poem

One night, one day Two different kisses One Sun, one sky Two galaxies No door from one to another No pathway through space Yet, in a daze I travel, From one to the other In this twin exit maze Days

Haiku Of Sound

Haiku Of Sound short poem

cool January soft sound of chattering teeth night of painful rest faint tunes of dew drops hazy February morn sun and transport wait first song of cuckoo melting snow of mountain tops a cool transition bees drone busily spring festival

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

Child For A Day

Child For A Day short poem

Today I decided that I would try, To remember when I was a child, Sometimes bold, sometimes shy, And most definitely totally wild. I thought I’d choose to live today, As if I was very young, To see the world

I Don’t Want To Grow Up

I Dont Want To Grow Up short poem

I don’t want to grow up When I see friends drifting apart, when I see my mom and dad getting old, Everything is changing, going out of hand. I don’t want to grow up. Miss the carefree life I had,

The Monday afternoon song!

The Monday afternoon song! short poem

I get these weird reading pangs, as Monday afternoon awkwardly hangs. Kafka’s letter to his dad Morrison makes me ‘oh so sad’ Amitav Ghosh and his brain stirring images “Poetry undergoing new-lingo damages” Four gulps of water and a (micro)soft

Marry Me

Marry Me ode

i will not marry you, because of your color i will not marry you because of your nationality yes, i will not marry you for your faith i will not marry you for your social status for our political differences

Numbed to silence

Numbed to silence short poem

Wrapping arms around myself, I sit down mutely, Numbed by a pain, Spreading through me. A gnawing pain radiates, With a sting of words, Hurled thoughtlessly, Locking me in a maze. Words that cut through, Causing a throbbing pain so

Tenderness

Tenderness short poem

Yearning for tenderness. The one lost —It’s so long – so long Since.. The light delves deep in the watery Unconsciousness of an unnatural essence, Just to find nothing. Longing for what went missing at some point Somewhere, in the

Darkness

Darkness short poem

These days I feel The darkness of the night sky is better to survive than the light of the brightest star. I can feel a change within myself, I am drawn towards the dark more often it gives me immense

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

What was that dream?

What was that dream? long poem

What was that dream A colour so strange Never felt before Which neither keeps me awake Nor let me sleep Compelling me out of myself Each moment And I stand perplexed With a fractioned heart Restless, Entrapped, Behind those walls

Third Eye

Third Eye short poem

Mind your third eye! It is the only place, Where you can freely Visualize your dreams; It is a reminder Of your third eye! What you expect to get or you excited for; or longed for; Whether it is in

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis prose poem

Who am I? I mull over my identity… And I ponder Each one of us in this society, Belongs to a ‘religion’… To a set or a group, And each set of people Have their ‘rules of conduct’ Have own

C’mon Buddy

Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

The Garden

The Garden long poem

In a sleepy little village, nestled down a leafy lane…. Lives an Eden-esque panorama, that lies hidden from the rain. In this garden full of secrets, where Mother Nature lays her head…. Exists a myriad of creatures, who have no

The Melding

The Melding prose poem

Watch the people. They are changing right in front of our eyes. Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving becoming something else, something more, something different. A new paradigm is emerging. Not to many years ago people walked down the street looking straight

Tears Of An Irish Clown.

Tears Of An Irish Clown. ballad

I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Abused

Abused prose poem

Physically abused, Mentally accused, Emotionally scared For the ones she held dear. Her burning flesh And the positive tests Her leaking face Would always make my heart race The looks of disgrace would show on their face Without a clue,