Amy Poems

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

Amy Blue Gaze

Amy Blue Gaze ballad

Reading your thoughts through the words on my screen You gave me the courage to open up and believe Your blonde hair and blue eyes led me to the door of your soul Deeper than you and I could ever

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Glimpse Of Horrors Untold

Glimpse Of Horrors Untold elegy

Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the

Strength

Strength long poem

An instant explosion a title wave oh its burning up inside! What did you expect a pat on the back? Nothing is as it seems with masks parading every where no realness in this realm. Its all make believe nothing

The Lustrous Liquid

The Lustrous Liquid prose poem

The partly clouded sky above your head, The partly wet grass under your naked feet, Those few droplets of rain, the hidden sun, Aren’t these enough to breathe in the sorrow and misery? Let them lose themselves in your lungs

The Prussian Blue Kite

The Prussian Blue Kite ballad

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

Lips

Lips prose poem

These lips felt a first kiss These lips tasted chocolate and lipstick These lips pressed against a windowpane… My lips smart from the sting of cold winter’s air My lips so parched; dry; chapped…the hot summer sun left it there

Fade Away

Fade Away short poem

So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even

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Anticipating Transition

Anticipating Transition short poem

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

Unseen And Unheard

Unseen And Unheard short poem

“The thunder did flash and the rain did fall, The wind too stirred up and started to creep and crawl. The sky turned dark and the lightening tore through, On and on it rumbled, a sinister grey the skies grew.

Hello Daniel

Hello Daniel prose poem

I have driven on snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois. In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars, vans, and bobtails without air conditioning. I have driven the curving two lane road of

Uncensored Reverie

Uncensored Reverie ode

The infinite cosmos dull in comparison to your enticing eyes. The soft tenderness of your voice leaves me breathless, to my surmise. Your addictive smell that lingers amidst every inch of my sole being. How the way you whisper my

Soul Mate

Soul Mate short poem

Loneliness that breaks my heart When I am alone I think of you When I think, I remember you When I remember you I feel pain When I feel pain I cry for you My heart aches for you and

Let’s play Life

Let’s play Life ode

Life is a game of Rummy, game of chances and skills, You got to play with what’s doled out to you, The Aces, the Kings, the Queens and the Jacks, And pip cards with value from two to ten, So

Garden

Garden short poem

Although tomorrow isn’t promised. Today was once tomorrow; Becoming yesterday. A depth often taken for granted. Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements. Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink. Eyes coming to full bloom

I Dare You

I Dare You short poem

Life is a story only the narrators are different I dare you to tell your story and be comfortable in your own skin your own mind I dare you to smile when it is raining and to make a mistake

Breakfast

Breakfast short poem

Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

My Name Is…

My Name Is... prose poem

My name is just a name to me and you. It is my name that you need to refer too. Why would you add things to it when it does not belong. Knowing these words you add to my name

Rain The Rain

Rain The Rain ode

The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.

Lili

Lili short poem

Last year my life was bleak. Inward I turned. Lost was my tormented soul. Inside I felt my life had no hope. You came in my life at the right moment. Out came the person you accepted. Unique is how

Come to me – ever familiar..

Come to me   ever familiar.. short poem

Come to me as a stranger who is evermore familiar, as a face in our dream that we long to touch, as a voice in our heads that we have forever waiter for, come to me as a stranger, my

I Thought You Knew

I Thought You Knew long poem

I lay here feeling a violent hue a ravaged red- a blackened blue mis-taken words- no intent by you triggered the dark! the dark came through it rose to the surface and said its due shattered my heart and destroyed

Teenage And Teachers

Teenage And Teachers short poem

The age of glory, Many words for excel; For intricate and impulsive minds 1000 things to baffle. Fairies evolve to friends and devils to foe; When your Adrenaline starts pumping, You long to, But never know that’s where you either

Persistent Dreams

Persistent Dreams long poem

I’m a man of persistent dreams part of my undermind trying to tell me something some archetypal architecture race-memory collective unconsciousness because I know my dreams are not unique down past all the layers conscious subconscious unconscious or translated through

The Right Season

The Right Season short poem

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

The Dream

The Dream long poem

Last night, I had the most wonderful dream, There was a river of life, flowing in a stream. And I looked upon, streets of pure gold, I saw The Promised Land, that had been foretold. Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphire, Precious Stones,

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

His Emma Nance

His Emma Nance elegy

loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter. tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram rod sterling

Bending With Life

Bending With Life short poem

Trees all around me. Trees moving with wind. Wind is making the trees bend. Trees bending, but not breaking with the wind. Trees are like my life. Moving with the wind. I’m bending with the wind, But I’m not breaking,

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Caught up in life quite mundane Searching for true happiness, finding only pain I’m forced to live where I can not be me I wish I could just break free Competition everywhere for which I don’t care It’s not true

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

She woke up, the little girl. Crying in bed “I want my daddy” Trembling she said Daddy’s gone long He won’t be back soon You can sleep with mommy Inside her room The girl refused Still crying for her dad

Books

Books short poem

Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in

My Dearest Friend

My Dearest Friend short poem

You are welcoming, nice and caring Respectful, loyal and understanding Humorous, assertive, secure and true Always there… yes that’s you. Special, open-minded, exciting and wise Honest and helpful, with honest dark eyes Sympathetic, forgiving, cheerful and sweet Yes that’s you…

Winter

Winter short poem

She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .

Mystery Of Life

Mystery Of Life short poem

One’s Life is a book with its pages bound in random Contents of it is like a potboil thriller packed with tears and fears, agony and ,Ecstasy disappointments and exuberance losing and winning hating and liking Life is a beauty

Years

Years short poem

Time well spent Years together Learning Growing As our time comes to an end I look back on past years I remember our happiest moments Before we move on Four years Of time And memories To be brought with me

Evicted

Evicted short poem

I’ve lived in your heart for three years. My payments were always before time. If I made too much noise I assure you I didn’t know. My foot steps are often loud, the neighbor beside me keeps his music up.

Love Sonnet 132

Love Sonnet 132 sonnet poems

At times, when I, my lowly state assess, Find only much too small a feat to boast, And lesser still the wealth I do possess, Though now, away from youth my life would coast; High titles, I have none, and

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump