Aries Poems

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

Hot-blooded Aries

Hot blooded Aries long poem

I hate to admit this and some of you may not like it either But you know it ain’t no lie no matter what we say it’s just Our nature and we can’t deny how we feel deep down Inside…our

Aries

Aries short poem

Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and

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Hot To Trot

Hot To Trot long poem

Irish, Cherokee and Aries… Well they say look out he’s On the war path again I dare you to dare me to see Who can out drink who when It comes to whiskey, I dare You to dare me to

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is short poem

Well I AM WHO I AM and you can like me Or leave me I really don’t give a damn I am a hot-blooded Aries through and through And I will have my way if it’s the last thing I

Poems containing references to : Aries

New Moon Spell

New Moon Spell short poem

NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in

One Poem From Mud Poetry

One Poem From Mud Poetry elegy

Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to

Kiev

Kiev long poem

Kiev in the shadow of early spring Winds off the lake lands and Reinvented again… Something of a new dream, new And improved like magic with The waves of a hand just like Tribal spirits breathing the Breathe of new

L3tt3rs

L3tt3rs short poem

If I were to write you a heart felt letter To draw words out of a bledding pen To paint thought out of my head In rainbow Build a bridge from your heart to mine I’d let the words ride

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Customized Menu

Customized Menu ballad

Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms

Enough

Enough short poem

we all get there eventually our own line in the sand then its time to move on with your hat in your hand though not with regret but with lessons well learned bid farewell to the past and the battle

Babygirl

Babygirl short poem

Babygirl You hide behind this “couldn’t care less” facade, just to prove to everyone you’re someone you’re not. You cling to social media for validation, like you can’t see your worth without their attention. Affection, you call it, when they

Passion Makes Perfect

Passion Makes Perfect prose poem

I was surprised To see that person Busy with repairing Old things in his shop. Smart and courageous From face to his heart Respect towards customers With a calm and smiley face. How powerful and energetic His thought to self

We’re Making A Living.

Were Making A Living. short poem

We are making a living, Where humanity hardly exists; Where no love resides; Where compassion has died; Where beauty is deprived; Where only happiness is solipsism; And only sadness is breakup. In this living, The affluent is callous; The penurious

Mother Did Something Right

Mother Did Something Right short poem

My mother did many things right. But I’m thankful she taught me to be polite. Even with all that I struggles with in life, I never strayed from her advice. I needed her love more than dad’s. Not the many

That day I Cried

That day I Cried short poem

I cried that day like never before Sobbing, wailing and fumbling like I had words no more… And life had no meaning anymore Kept wiping my eyes to stop my tears But that day they had their own flow The

Born To Live

Born To Live short poem

Will stand alone, challenging time. In the world, which never seems to be mine- Fake people, shallow souls, Sometimes, even my shadow was not mine. Betrayal and breaking trust, Was a routine and was absolutely fine. Playing with people’s emotions-

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Rosa’s Way Out

Rosas Way Out prose poem

Sweeping blood drops from her mouth, crying with anguished sobs Rosa ran to open the door, but Owen caught her by her wrist. Why are you doing this to me she stated? Owen hit her again with no reply. He

Potential Values Solved

Potential Values Solved short poem

Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased

Lonely Love

Lonely Love short poem

When you sit next to me, Feeling the warmth of your shoulders, I’m free. Yes,I felt your touch only for me. Did you see? It’s alright if you don’t love me. It’s alright if you don’t want me. But this

Omar-2

Omar 2 short poem

Give me something to chew, a savage numbness is engulfing my brain. Water level was rising and the time of rented happiness was over. Pheromones were showing true likeness in hate, violence was brilliantly portrayed and death was hideous. Attachment

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

Friends

Friends long poem

This is a post dedicated to the crazy people who were and who are out there. Life shows new things every day, Some are sad, Some happy. Some are interesting, Some dull. Some make us cry, Some make us laugh.

Next Night

Next Night short poem

I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will

The Blanket

The Blanket short poem

It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark

That Was You..

That Was You.. short poem

I said good night to you, and went into deep sleep.. I woke up early in the morning, rubbed my eyes not to flip.. I found only one thing there, still waiting for me .. still looking at me.. just

The One

The One short poem

The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Under The Skin

Under The Skin short poem

New look is a must For the modern blunt Pump up your lips Suck fat from hips Lifting your skin You cannot begin Your body features Give me no answers Under the skin You lose or win We have to

Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last short poem

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

Luck Was Not With Me Today

Luck Was Not With Me Today short poem

I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

The Drizzle

The Drizzle long poem

Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life

Sheer

Sheer prose poem

Fighting the fake to hide the truth, never been a moment since you came, had I found a piece of Ruth . Waves in the ocean bound to fade in the passing flow, hitting my mind up you have given

Reality Of Life

Reality Of Life short poem

None wants to face negative thoughts every one aspires for positive thoughts When situation of distress arises none rise to face the challenge every one curses their fate but can’t accept the challenge Courage emits when one is prepared to

Yellow Hope

Yellow Hope short poem

The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing

The Score

The Score short poem

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

Amongst The Blessed

Amongst The Blessed sonnet poems

The spirit flows, Down the aisle of believers, It contorts and goes, Into the hearts of gracious receivers, The reading is a lament, Over a loss of accepted vigor, With which it has departed a certain consent, In the disrespect

Unasking

Unasking short poem

Timeless, the eyes and fractured wisdom, the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin, I am on my own today disconnected to the unearthly rehearsal of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation in the