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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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,

Sharing A Love Story

Sharing A Love Story short poem

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn, I know you have come with the rosy showers, When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk, I know you have come with sweet white flowers, My

Dream shore

Dream shore short poem

I dream of holy land Where exists my dream with a friend She is all for me forever How can I miss even for second there? I knew about her miserable time I used to cry sometimes I was never

I Thee Wed

I Thee Wed short poem

She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

The Longevity In Seconds

The Longevity In Seconds long poem

Let’s, you and I, have secs. Let’s have seconds that lead to minutes that lead to hours that lead to days. For entertainment purposes, let’s enter our secs for roles in ‘special’ theatrical plays in which we’re allowed to act

Tell Them About Bob

Tell Them About Bob prose poem

Tell all of his descendants, and all others who will listen Tell them that once upon a time there was a man named Bob,and that this man had a dear wife named Carol. Tell them that Bob was a lover

The Physics Of Myself

The Physics Of Myself long poem

inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual

Coming Back To You

Coming Back To You short poem

What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the calmer one I know. What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted, Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted. What I

I Used To Be Alive

I Used To Be Alive long poem

There was a time When i used to be alive That was before the night I decided to drink and drive I still remember it like it was yesterday When for the first time i decided to not do what

Beauty

Beauty short poem

In the dust storm a discarded moon sat in my lap. Then internal rhythm crashed. Amorphic I would not find the music of words translated into a kiss. Gold started weeping in my hands. The clouds will rest after committing

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

Only Memories

Only Memories short poem

The wind blows, but I feel not the breeze The moon and stars on parade above Have lost their glow and magic The campfire crackles with its wavering flames But I feel not its warmth Friends singing, a blur of

Hateful Hatred

Hateful Hatred short poem

Hatred has grown up to the head I don’t know where it will take Ocean is powerful than its bed All social encounters are fake Still I do believe in chances With the hope love may return I don’t know

Transcendental Deliberation

Transcendental Deliberation short poem

I left you there!… Between semicolons and dashes, lost inside the days of future past, stuck in your grammatical mentality and lyrical augmentations… Even when you raised your punctuation you could not decipher my heart’s alphabet… Your comma kept jumping

To Be With Him In Eternity

To Be With Him In Eternity long poem

finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Mince Pies And Clotted Cream

Mince Pies And Clotted Cream long poem

Mince Pies and Clotted Cream go together like a dream. Like Jelly and Ice Cream Like Green and Red are Christmas colours Like Crackers go off with a bang Like Christmas lights all shiny and bright Like Carols sung at

Evening After

Evening After short poem

The winged commuters return to their warm cosy nest for their lovely night rest it is turning cool after the day long scorching burn. the rim of the endless sea turns red the sinking sun casts long yellow shadows the

The Bloody Nerd

The Bloody Nerd short poem

It is a real story I am not making it Out of my insane mind My life is full of Pain Be sure That I don’t want to dream Even with wounds Or tuned in malaise The Nurd I am

Out

Out short poem

Do something different Camp out The regular routine Throw it out Evil and bad intentions you can Do without The weak and the helpless are Crying out While the good and the merciful are Dying out Beggars with empty hands

A Convict

A Convict prose poem

I met a convict in a cell so dark ,memories of freedom afresh I told him what it means to be free, stories of vast fields and sunlight , traveling and reaching , dwellings and lanes, roadside shows and a

Magical Dreams

Magical Dreams ballad

I slumber into a Magical Dreams A castle appears from five magical beans A kingdom up in the air I mount a flying horse That takes me their Giants are counting golden eggs Rocking themselves in musical chairs I own

Just Married

Just Married short poem

Those days were at the pate of youth Friends murmured when we sat together. They were unaware of Our oath to be one forever. Our skins never met But only our eyes and hearts. For we have learned that Love

4:20

4:20 short poem

It’s 4:20 again I tend You’re here again my friend We still have things to do Let go and look for food I don’t have things to say Just laugh and here we sway Don’t jump too high my friend

Winning

Winning short poem

The art of winning is not in Who’s holding you, your talent, But view. See yours as valuable, deserving, praise worthy, better. Whatever it is be proud of it. Speak and protect your children as priceless jewels, your mate as

Always A Win-Lose

Always A Win Lose short poem

How do you do this? You wanted me to befriend you, I did. You wanted me to love you, I did. You wanted me to go head over heels for you, I did. You wanted me to break my walls,

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Destination Nowhere

Destination Nowhere long poem

I read a book it doesn’t seem to end thousand pages I have read and yet the end is nowhere near characters keep appearing and vanishing no apparent design no apparent destiny sarcasm without wit irony without intent maybe I

Experience

Experience short poem

goats ate all the flowers before chased by farm girls all the little rumps flee so pleasant over the grass bees in the clover formal in their golden dresses get their stockings dirty smelling like sneezes there’s a raccoon by