Autmn Poems

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

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

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I Am Drunk On The Hemlock

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock short poem

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

Emancipation across the nation

Emancipation across the nation short poem

A connection to your affection is the best that I can do because my brain wants to tell you that I’m so in love with you A world of different religions and different points of view is a catalyst for

A Sick Uncertainty

A Sick Uncertainty short poem

Rhetoric had a theme like crab-grass to destroy the lawn. Fly ash had submerged the legacy of sane lips. The river drifts between the broken walls of binge soaring. Tension was descending in the lanterns who were flickering hopelessly. Was

Love Forever

Love Forever short poem

You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Love Pains

Love Pains english poems

It pains my heart to say this verse That the love that brought joy in life Turns to a nightmare that stays still Every time when tries to forget this pain I get reminded of what I have lost The

Time And Again…

Time And Again... short poem

A manifestation of her fury, Made us witness and bury, Concrete dreams under debris, As we stand victims of the crisis. Helpless, she let herself be dug up, For us to mine wealth and stack up. But her heart and

Birds Of The Wind

Birds Of The Wind short poem

The dreams I’ve failed to find Have left holes in my mind And I’m tired of waiting for things to get better As I peer through the glass Those dreams come to pass Like a long forgotten letter The wind

Act Of Destiny

Act Of Destiny short poem

One’s Destiny has its own path which cant be seen while the road one is taking has its own path What can one do if the legs give away while walking on the path Someone tells me what should the

Imortality

Imortality prose poem

Whisper not immortality to me.. For I have already won that game, These hollow golden crowns deceive me no more, my dear friend My road has been a masterpiece of chaos in every beautiful form, So abundant in robust convictions,

A Farewell To Arms

A Farewell To Arms short poem

The hunter is lost in a wild forest, It’s a moonless night, Trees are dense; He can’t see the stars, Beats of his heart race by second to second, Shooting up, high and high on like frightening roars, Clouds came

Fate Vindicated

Fate Vindicated long poem

Love letters from L.A. so sweet Every line makes my heart skip A beat, I know someday we will Be together because I believe The heart can bridge any distance No matter the miles that separate Us today, no and

I Am Not Gone

I Am Not Gone long poem

One night all alone in my room When all things in my life doomed Sitting restlessly at the window, I looked at the moon For that time I forgot about my wounds. Wounds which all have made to my heart

The Elephant I Love

The Elephant I Love ballad

There is something about the Elephant I love very much, I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot, if they be my friend ,I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side, I will catch hold

Overcoming Alexithymia

Overcoming Alexithymia short poem

Many deaths I’ve to live In love, the twister That lifts me also splits me And slithers the creature Resident of my damned heart She’s expecting The galloping white horse I put on my lamp, hissing Against the mocking sun

Symphony

Symphony short poem

I have dipped my fingers in the blood of the victim and asked for the version of the surgeon. The precocious death? Do I need another witness? Who was trapped under the fallen tree? Only the passer – by was

Holy Knot And Germany My Dream Land

Holy Knot And  Germany My Dream Land long poem

“Holy knot” Marriage is like a book of suspense, Each day contains romance and turbulence. You are excited what is next, You try your level best to prove the best. Sometimes you want to read its climax, But you have

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

My father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, a friend to many, a neighbour to some, Is that what I am? Little more than one can see, I am simply me. The thought I smile to, something that I love to do,

A Woman’s Fear

A Womans Fear long poem

Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of

Be Kind

Be Kind short poem

The door to my heart – is always open matter of fact – there is no door its just a field (green pleases the vision ) goes as far as your eye can see I shall set you free just

Meltdown

Meltdown prose poem

Lamp posts become sleeping lines; blot yellow, as I lose touch with the night. They choose when to light my knee, my eyes try to keep count. Smiling behind hair strands, I let a part of me rest on Amma’s

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

Mother Of Beauties

Mother Of Beauties short poem

Nothing more beautiful than the rainbow The brightest thing in the world is the moon Nothing shines more than the sun The stars should have been named light The cloud shows peace No color is more beautiful than the color

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you

Sometimes

Sometimes short poem

Sometimes in life, there are things you will never understand When an absolute stranger you meet, With utter respect you greet, Still he/she perceives you in an erroneous way And thinks you are led astray. Sometimes in life, there are

A Tapestry Of Collages

A Tapestry Of Collages short poem

Life is a beautiful collage, Of intricately interwoven, Threads of memories- A significance of Life! It furls and unfolds, As time ticks by, Patterns of astonishing beauty- With memories of Life. A mulled collage of different hues, Enticed to flutter

Red Barn

Red Barn prose poem

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Bright

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

Internet World

Internet World short poem

Suddenly I hit upon a question, But where to find the answer? In the Wikipedia or to be Googled, Totally was I bamboozled. To relieve myself I took to Facebook, But my Dad showed me the text book. Next then,a

Giovanni

Giovanni short poem

Well and maybe This Season a dream or two may come true and peace of mind will follow… this heart of mine that’s been broken for so long may finally forget you and be as new, as good as new

The Master Didn’t Appear.

The Master Didnt Appear. short poem

Come along and wait with me, He said he’ll come and come shall he, So don’t be Daft just let it be, For we are where we ought to be, It’s been so long I know it too, You look

God – Part 1

God – Part 1 short poem

The one who is associated directly Is Him, who leaves us sad barely. He who keeps us healthy and beefy Smart and needy, fat and bony. Go, bow, pray, and implore She – Goddess Padmavati, in an alley. He knows

I

I short poem

I am not defined by your appraisal ratings. I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father. I am not defined by your hollow looks every

An Ode to Maya Angelou

An Ode to Maya Angelou ode

Your beautiful spirit has found
 it’s way back home. Your golden smile will always be the sun of so many people’s lives. Dearest Maya, as a caged bird
,You told your story to touch 
deeply, and profoundly. You deserved to be

Paradise

Paradise short poem

Have you ever felt that feeling. When sitting alone and you feel that sense of belonging. That indescribable feeling that races through your whole body. It makes you feel like you want to preach to everybody. This is all triggered

Sparks In Woods

Sparks In Woods short poem

Some depth, my thoughts never touched, the moonlight fades on my window. The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind. Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity. Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts where

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The moon spends her beauty and wins the hearts of many, The poet spends his heart and makes him free . .

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in