Astrology Poems

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

Stars Shine

Stars Shine elegy

walking through dark lanes , the night was soundless and reserve . wind roared with a whistle and rattled the barren leaves, thinking and analyzing the problem , glanced the stars which shine. they shine and shine , flicker but

A Mighty Canvas

A Mighty Canvas ballad

On Gods mighty canvas The midnight sky lit up by stars Mythological creatures lurk about the universe Voodoo witches busy brewing magical spells Astrologers write the faith of man Trapped in a confused state Seeks the help of fortune traits

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Dare

Dare short poem

Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world

Thoughts At 4am

Thoughts At 4am prose poem

I know you’re sad I’m no longer her, and I wasn’t anymore for a long time. So when you found her again in someone else, it must’ve taken you off guard. You missed her, you needed her, so when you

Me

Me short poem

I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the

Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts short poem

She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like her tears were blood Flowing from the vein Where the shards of glass Were put to ease the pain She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like it burns Like the first sip of

Smoking

Smoking short poem

She was the smoke that arose from the tip of my cigarette, Covering me with her essence. Insisting that I wrap my lips around her. I held her tight, Staining my fingers with her. Not once did she have to

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry short poem

Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory)

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory) short poem

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

Against Deportation

Against Deportation short poem

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

As To Why

As To Why long poem

As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty

Little Stone

Little Stone ballad

Little stone on the road, Why you’re always been ignored? Millions of people step you along, Is that the place you really belong? Little stone on the ground, What do you feel when someone kicks you around? I know you’re

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

The Pebbled road beneath

The Pebbled road beneath short poem

The pebbled road beneath my feet feels fresh, The calluses account for the miles they have tread. The path contours my tiny feet, Running patter towards the country fair. Rushing into the mangrove, I feel the wet grass tickle my

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home short poem

This filth feels like home And I just left my friend I want to stay calm but The drugs kick in again That feeling hits the bone And I am at the end I cannot reap what I’ve sown I

Each Other’s Eyes

Each Others Eyes short poem

Through perfect imperfections Are we able to find evolution. The flaws we face on a everyday basis Seen through our own eyes as love. A ballast on which we see each other. Without fear, without hesitation. I see you, not

Heard

Heard short poem

When I was you; I seen the smiles, I seen the cries. I thought if I ignore , I can remain emotionally saved But I saved nobody else My world became wrong to complain I seen others working hard ,

Hunting

Hunting short poem

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

Hallucination!

Hallucination! long poem

I see the handsome man by my side Wrapping cold his hands around my waist Facing my view with eye to eye levels Pasting his chest against mine Clever he, for feminine my taste Smart me to twist calling it

There is an angel….

There is an angel.... short poem

There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out

The Question

The Question short poem

As I watch the empty spaces I think As I hear the frightened voices I ask As I see the mindless actions I wonder When will it all end? Idle threats and broken promises Empty hearts and expressionless faces Are

Sold Out

Sold Out short poem

Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t

Nostalgic Memories

Nostalgic Memories short poem

Singing about twinkle of the stars, Asking the black sheep for wool, Reading about spider making webs, I wish those days could come back again. In middle school had the first crush, When she would come around I would blush,

The Concerned Crow Above Me

The Concerned Crow Above Me short poem

The concerned crow above me poised on a green green tree and i may be asked anything ; we have all answers-something to tell, as only expected from those concerned -something to tell. caw caw caw caw with me and

Terror Trail

Terror Trail short poem

Shedding the wholeness of negation you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor when smoke screen of love was hung on blue morning, you groped for a hidden coin, lost in the woods of mania. Distinguishing a chaste word, without thought,

Wish You Were There

Wish You Were There short poem

How I wish you were there To share with me the glow of the morning sun To listen to the birds twitter And the leaves rustle in the trees. How I wish you were there, when I Prepare to face

Eyes Are Better than Heart

Eyes Are Better than Heart short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

My Moonlight

My Moonlight short poem

I didn’t use to gaze at the moon, Never I did till few weeks back, It was a clear sky, when she shined, So bright than rest of the stars, Flaws seem to be a part but, Looked so magnificent

Seasons Of The Heart

Seasons Of The Heart short poem

I look at you And don’t know why it’s getting’ cold The way you smile at me It seems like winter days The breeze of hot summer blossoms Smells like flakes of ice Now, I don’t know how to decide

Why Can’t You Just Leave?

Why Cant You Just Leave? short poem

Why can’t you just leave? Leave for me to breathe Breathe for me to need Because in you I find comfort But we can never be, it was not meant to be She holds my breath with her fingertips I

Crossing Over

Crossing Over short poem

Someday I’m crossing over, over to the other side, I’m going home with Jesus, there with him abide. Until my life is over, from life I’ve passed away, Jesus will be waiting, to take me home to stay. My spirit

Something Else

Something Else short poem

Like an old wound healed crooked The weather changes in remindful aches With cold breezy chills over sunless hills People…(sigh) I sit Apparently comfortable Advising from somewhere outside of my in Hiding long cold unseen spaces Awakened again with reminders

Self Reflection

Self Reflection short poem

O light, where liveth thee? O light, darkness kills me. O light, will you ever come? O light, you only seek some. O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence? O light, go away, you have no essence.

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

Mischievous Wind

Mischievous Wind short poem

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

The Moon and I Sleep-walking

The Moon and I Sleep walking short poem

The moon sleep-walks Her circuit garden tonight; The sky-folks she sleep-talks To – are star-points of light; She sleepwalks alone; above Considering whom to love; Her ardent light falls far Her gentle gaze falls near; About her sphere a little

A Lasso

A Lasso short poem

Battle remains between white and black, a synthetic truth and a bald faced hornet. Aching violence was spreading on moon. I was tossing around the stars placing the apostrophe in the end. There was a conflict in pain and the

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For

Nature

Nature short poem

The enormous starlit sky was divided- As it was marred by a dark strip of cloud-figure, Suddenly,the heat of stars was receded- The cloud appeared like a wide unlit ribbon upon there. We felt a dark coolness with rushing up

Ngba

Ngba short poem

I am Ngba the game of Ndi igbo Played by men of stone chest, And stone skin. Where legs will gather to gaze. A trail of our culture, amusement, and unity. Fueled with the aura of the talking Ogene and