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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The First Taste Of Love

The First Taste Of Love short poem

The first taste of love is always so sweet A wonderful time, we share our honest moments The longing one feels to see each other Makes the heart to race and skip a beat The first taste of love is

The Cry Of A Poor Mother

The Cry Of A Poor Mother short poem

When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three

Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

Love

Love prose poem

Leela was what she said, she said with those eyes I heard nothing she said with those eyes I swear I lost my name with those eyes I knew my world would change with those eyes My thoughts were confused

The Song Of The Caged Bird

The Song Of The Caged Bird prose poem

Listen closely. Do you hear it? Do you hear the song of the caged bird? Listen harder. Listen to her yearning. Listen to her cries from being locked away for years on end. She wants to be set free. She

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep short poem

She can barely walk after a gruesome day at work There are bruises on her forehead, her knees looks like they hurt Her face looks pale and her smile has gone grim Her hands look wrinkled, her hair badly needs

Empty Desk

Empty Desk short poem

Desk, empty because, you bullied her. Left her feeling worthless. Took all her courage, made everything seem hopeless. Never the one to ask. All she wanted was acceptance. She never wished, anything, but a friend to feel her presence. Hurtful

Here’s to Your New Year

Heres to Your New Year short poem

Another year has past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a new year’s dawn, This year to come has so much potential, But you making the choice is totally essential. For without choice you will not do All of the things

The Music Never Stops

The Music Never Stops prose poem

Love stands in the corner at a party it might not have been invited to. Waiting for a boy who is too shy to say that it isn’t the drink he ordered. Or for a girl who is trying her

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

My Five-five-fingers

My Five five fingers long poem

I My five-five-fingers of my hands Zestfully lived In serenity. The three thrill fingers of my right hand: Thumb, index finger and middle finger Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully Amongst her BROTHERS: They rested gleefully upon the placid, SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART. II

Caution!

Caution! short poem

An escalator is an insatiable ogre gesturing a continual ragged-nailed come hither promising what is kept at its end is to be desired beyond candy, beyond any comfort of family. it breathes a single anticipatory breath an idiot predator focused

Burning In

Burning In short poem

No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass

Empathy (Shadow Acrostic)

Empathy (Shadow Acrostic) short poem

Emotional states of a neurosciencE Match another person’s spectruM Personal feeling as soft as snowdroP Associated with individual’s utopiA Teacher and learner both altruisT Home for those homeless, a flourisH Yarn of compassion and sympathY

I Was Always Angry

I Was Always Angry short poem

Whole world hides in your liquid eyes, I need to return to my consciousness, to change my verse. The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words sitting on the edge, of a meaning I write a new song. Discovering

Pain Or Rain?

Pain Or Rain? short poem

That was the first beautiful rain in my life. I saw her in the drizzling rain. My heart pounded within my wet clothes. She never came again; Except the rain that comes regularly. That was the last beautiful rain in

Role Of Money

Role Of Money short poem

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

A Moment

A Moment short poem

Life is just a dramatic act , flow of Which makes us to go in a row Row which we always carry along By justifying what’s right, what’s wrong We strive to capture a moment from life By being always

On The Name Of …

On The Name Of … short poem

only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner

Little Flicker

Little Flicker sonnet poems

Once done, my words in your mind will bury. Where my eyes were once of warm flames dancing Your paradigms replaced them with fury Lest it stops, my heart persists on beating Little I have left for spark’s ignition But

One

One short poem

This servitude eternal, Bound by duty and faith, I find hope fading, Devoured by these, Ordeals. These trials, Harbingers of all That is ordained, Also conduct terrible fate. Dread comes, For this bounding main Of darkness, Lies absolute. Imploring for

The Warrior

The Warrior prose poem

I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what

Cuckoo

Cuckoo short poem

You were a mere embellishment, plastered with small tools to to the wall. Your hourly and chronological toll from the balcony, each call going in vain once and for all. Ignorant Blurs oblivious and paying no heed, to your rusted,

Distant Memory

Distant Memory short poem

A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s

Beauty In Decay

Beauty In Decay long poem

Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security

Diamonds

Diamonds short poem

Glass and steel twinkle in the sunlight against a late summer sky of blue Like diamonds in the sky The morning air is crisp and clean, sweeping over a field of gold covered in dew Glistening in the sun Like

Love Is In Air

Love Is In Air long poem

True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.

Let’s Get It On

Let’s Get It On long poem

LET’S GET IT ON any which way you desire it doesn’t matter to me let’s just get it on oh baby, baby, baby and do it all night long LET’S GET IT ON, LET’S GET IT ON… your place or

Grant It Not

Grant It Not short poem

Oh ! God… That magnificent Palace, If “Pandemonium” for me, Grant it not, though I pray for it. That Fruit of knowledge, If bitters my “taste”, Bestow it not, though I long for it. That light of wisdom, If darkens

Jealousy

Jealousy short poem

That dark and lurking shadow With its looming sense of gloom The overpowering pain it could bestow Tearing into laughter and relations, slow That dark and lurking shadow Which so sullies the spark of life Casting an eclipse of endless

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

The Fight For My Life

The Fight For My Life long poem

I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

The Bride

The Bride short poem

It’s twilight in the city But my heart is beating fast, I’m waiting at the alter To meet my English Lass. I take her in my arms, And kiss her icy nose, Then we dance across the ball room Me