Ancients Poems

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

We Are The Ancients.

We Are The Ancients. prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies where created in

We Are The Ancients

We Are The Ancients prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in

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Space Time

Space Time short poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in

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Experience The Magic

Experience The Magic short poem

EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC Suspended in time like Like an Irish fairy in a Whirlwind of colors During the summer Solstice caught in a cosmic Grid lock, iridescent crystals And swords born of fire Wind, earth and sea in The days

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

The Way…

The Way… short poem

Being a forest ranger I sense a way to be Observing is my hobby Your hobby: let it be Observing nature bring You all to understand Why would the ancients cling? To worship mother land Wisdom of ancient trees Is

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Chariots

Chariots short poem

Thoughts have a mind of their own they bring to me a rainbow of emotions each hue darker than the other each hue engulfing me in its eternity and I keep floating through them if only it was all real

Sandcastles Came Down

Sandcastles Came Down short poem

Water pouring inside the fence of beyond ten feet above the surf waves climbed higher as the tide was coming in at the usual hour Rocks mixed with shells colored brightly like a bright morning sunlight oranges, gray, blue and

Brokenness

Brokenness short poem

Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling

Knowing

Knowing long poem

In some cases you think you know Every little secret info. Of all those you see everyday, Nothing’s there to keep you at bay. Well, then, you should know the person Whom all calls your better portion. All the world

Personality

Personality prose poem

Not everybody becomes famous Some fizzle out without trace Some acquire recognition but not total popularity Very few wins the heart of all gaining unprecedented devotion Charisma stems from the root of genes Some are introvert and shy and cant

Still That Stranger

Still That Stranger ballad

I wish you were still the stranger I admired Will I think again before I chain myself to another restless departure Fitting you in everyday is a sickness it breaks me As a night dark caught in look waiting out

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

The Echo Reaches The Whole Sky

The Echo Reaches The Whole Sky short poem

Wages of alienation were increasing. We were afraid of reflections. Shifting of landscapes will hurt the river. I was blinded by blues. Relationship becomes a speech impediment, bonds start breaking. I wanted to call your name – in solitude. The

That Night

That Night prose poem

THAT NIGHT, THE LOSS OF LIGHT. Looking at the door, I saw you without your light. You were holding yourself, trying to be strong with all your might. I couldn’t stop you from crying and seeing you made me decide

Love Sonnet 46

Love Sonnet 46 sonnet poems

My love sent me a song so soft and sweet, Like melody that lulls babies to sleep, Hinting of angels in their dreams to meet, Assured in cradle of a mother’s keep; Like breeze that wafts, each note would float

Indigo Dye

Indigo Dye short poem

I love fast I love strong I love like a red hot flame branding my flesh with your name I love quick I love long I love like a deep ocean’s storm climbing with waves to your form I love

Foeticide

Foeticide short poem

Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks

May God Bless….

May God Bless.... prose poem

May God Bless…. The one waiting for a loaf of bread The one wandering aimlessly The one craving for love and support The one who wants to learn in School The one who got drenched in rain The one shivering

The Pre-natal Connections

The Pre natal Connections short poem

Occupied prior to my existence, did not know my state of trance, inside the mother’s womb, the seedling was like a pulp, in just nine months it grew in shape, to be delivered to the world outside, floating inside the

Goodbye My Love

Goodbye My Love short poem

Yesterday I was looking for you But you didn’t show I wanted to say sorry But you just said no So I tried to get you to understand And you said just go At that point I wanted to show

The Place

The Place short poem

I dont want to be here, I want to be there, why can’t I be there all the time? It’s the absence that grows the heart, the contrast is necessary to visualise the beauty, Moss covered rocks, bubbling water, ferns

The Ride

The Ride short poem

Old sense of exhilaration for the spirit to soar free To be one with elements on an aimless kind spree No destination so to say nothing planned as such Tad touch of spontaneity & escapade a sole crutch Legs straddling

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

Poet’s Instinct

Poets Instinct long poem

I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider

Nobody Likes Me

Nobody Likes Me short poem

Nobody likes me, he is such a strange man Nobody likes me, he likes holding my hand Nobody likes me, and I like him too Nobody likes me, what will be of us two? Nobody likes me, we’re so funny

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining prose poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colours to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

Bygone Days

Bygone Days sonnet poems

As I was reliving the past in stillness of the night, Broken vows and promises held my eyes tight. Of the familiar ones did I see, Some are lost in the flowing sea. Parted roads did we take, Lonely souls

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

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

A Puccini dream

A Puccini dream long poem

A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a

Gift Of God

GIFT OF GOD Nature has gifted special gifts to mankind Attraction between the opposite sex is one such gift Intense Feelings between each other generates for no reason pin pointing the reason for mutual feelings ends up in confusion Negative

I Lose..

I Lose.. long poem

I have realized it it’s not easy to buy a love kit only sadness and sorrow will arise and it would only bring me cries my heart is like a child I thought that for her it was wild I

My Princess

My Princess short poem

Me, in my morning rush hour cook scrub and clean a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle screams and orders me to stop to listen to her melody ‘stop your chores, spare me your ear I thought you missed me’ my

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Piracy

Piracy short poem

Otherworldly, tactile retraction of rainbows, from the eyes of believers. Detachment of restless mind at twilight, pot starts boiling. Sundowning, a paranoia takes over, you suffer a childhood near the pyre. Thing is not a thing exclusive of an extremist,

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

My Room

My Room short poem

My room, My refuge An inspirer, a pacifier A companion in all my moods A critic, a counselor For all I do and seek A haven during troubled times A fortress for my soul to keep It holds my pleasures and