Assembly Poems

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

Mourning Assembly

Mourning Assembly sonnet poems

Standing at the head of the spacious hall, Miss Smith addressed the whole assembled school; Fixing the crowd with a firm, fluid eye, Silent tears rolled as she began to cry: “Our young Mark Newell, from Year Eleven, Has now,

Assembly On Creativity

Assembly On Creativity short poem

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

General Assembly Type Sacred Space

General Assembly Type Sacred Space long poem

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

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The Eloquent Ordinary

The Eloquent Ordinary short poem

My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut

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Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Land Of The Extremophiles

Land Of The Extremophiles short poem

Every night an invasion to test the faith of the hardiest when you are used to austere bounty carbon dioxide in its capricious plumes scouring dry bedsheets while predator mites squabble over their beloved altar bread fallen from the shanks

Who’s The Best

Whos The Best prose poem

Again I’ve been listening to people boast, you can’t miss it cause it’s on T.V. radio and now coast to coast. More and more people with their chests stuck out, bragging I am the best all for me and to

A Blue Sky Wedding

A Blue Sky Wedding short poem

Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight, Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right, His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days, His mother earth, still wet with his rays, Beyond the ocean an aurora appeared, Sun kissed the

Cold Rain

Cold Rain long poem

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

Chatter Boxes

Chatter Boxes short poem

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

Glass Bottle

Glass Bottle prose poem

The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are

After The Rain

After The Rain short poem

After the rain Luminescent clouds made creative shapes, Appearing out of nowhere, A magnificent double rainbow, Natures twins, Sent from the Heavens, Nature’s finest work, The colors were bright and in every shade you can imagine, Shining high in the

To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

The Indian Sign

The Indian Sign prose poem

The town is known as Williamsville; It’s just a tiny hamlet, with one small green, on one small street with only seven houses; but long ago was home to Indians, their children, and their spouses. In honor of this peaceful

Under The Covers

Under The Covers short poem

Learning something about a cause with remote effect you will have a soul connective to the body. Near the end of the home lies the river of fire. Time to bid goodbye to blind walls and enter the arena of

She.

She. short poem

She is the elegance, She is the start, She is to burn, And let others be the star! She is the power, She stays in every heart, She is to spread glory, Through whuchever corner she pass! She is to

Competition

Competition prose poem

Everywhere you look in the world people are competing for something But there must also be some room for people everywhere to be uniting At times competition brings us together Yet there are times when it makes us fight against

Write, But Not Tonight

Write, But Not Tonight short poem

I want to write, But not tonight. Sleep is calling, I feel me falling. I rest my head, On my soft bed. My eyes are closed. I cover my toes. But my mind’s clear, And in full gear. Words start

In A Perfect World

In A Perfect World prose poem

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

Avalanche

Avalanche long poem

Well and the voice of you keeps echoing, echoing in my head, swearing by the moon and stars above now that you found me there could be no other love yes I can still hear your voice and those words

Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl short poem

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

What Do I Do With Me

What Do I Do With Me prose poem

I lay here beside you in the dark. I feel this worry in my heart. I wonder if we will last or if you’re still living in the past. So many questions I have to ask. So much pain I

One Rose

One Rose long poem

One heart so full of love One sky so pretty from Sunrise to sunset, one Moon sometimes silver Sometimes red, sometimes Gold, one voice singing I love you whether or not You love me yet… Oh ONE RAISED, one red

Anger

Anger short poem

Anger turns you away Holding that poison within your mind Your body and soul consumes you It diminishes your aura like acid And you allow this person to always be a factor To be the bigger person you have to

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Eagle’s Rendezvous

Eagles Rendezvous short poem

On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide

The Rue Of Separation

The Rue Of Separation short poem

  ” Somebody should annihilate my-self, It’s an Albatross like some pelf ! Loving somebody is a feeling of two in one, Alas! Now ‘I’ and ‘You’ are jettisoned ! Cross to bear that silence without you, Such silence brought

Gangs

Gangs short poem

Sometimes I throw up gang signs I wonder why. 2. I am not in a gang, I am just a person. 3. I choose not to be in gang, I wonder why. 4. Is it because when I was young child,

Heads High

Heads High short poem

But there is an anti-particle to wvery particle in this universe” The physics teacher quoted in class twelfth “Ally with real life” he said, And a life lesson was learnt that heyday. “to every single ‘event’ there is an ‘anti

Not Today

Not Today short poem

A change of season Is simply no reason A former belief Is just no relief A bird of prey knows only one way But you know what they say Any way you want it Just not today! A changing mood

Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children long poem

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction makes it impossible for young people to function it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war and we the children are the rope they yearn for our

Changes

Changes short poem

The All Destroyer, Leaving nothing untouched The smile of innocence curved to that of forgetfulness. Words soothing, once pecking the fruit of togetherness. A glance of kindness, now forgotten in deliberate ignorance. Feigning to flow, yet stuck in the middle

Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears

Ah, Mumbai, Im All Ears short poem

“Appa, your kinda song” called out Aadi My kind? Listened, liked it instantly and That has set the ball rolling on a peep into Mumbai, may be many things to many a man Gun totting gangsters, trigger happy cops, Starlit

Declaration of love

Declaration of love short poem

It’s no secret, The love you had for me. Go ahead admit it! I need to hear it, I’ll forget, But in this moment, I wish for you to say it. Had a couple of rough years, latest challenge, I’m

Sometimes

Sometimes long poem

Sometimes the glass in the dishwasher breaks. Sometimes the heart though unbroken aches. Sometimes the wound is not healed by time. Sometimes punishment does not fit the crime. Sometimes it’s darker even after the dawn. Sometimes the queen is beat

The Knife Set/sets

The Knife Set/sets long poem

I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which

The Hardest Part

The Hardest Part short poem

The hardest part of ending Is starting over again Troubled times buried in the past And overcoming the pain Staring at this empty room A million questions fill my mind Thinking back to happier days Rather than how love can

I Still Remember

I Still Remember short poem

I still remember that day When we sat together at night I still remember what you always say That we will live in happiness and delight I still remember you And what you used to do Now you are not

What Is Yet To Come?

What Is Yet To Come? ode

What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I

A Prayer For My Daughter

A Prayer For My Daughter short poem

I dream that you Face head on all the troubles that come your way And you love yourself a little more everyday In the shoes of your enemy walk a mile And always find reasons to smile Have fun but