Avelyn Poems

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

Baby Avelyn

Baby Avelyn short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Prety Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more than yesterday Little mini mouse

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Memory Lane

Memory Lane prose poem

I remember the days past, the years past they all passed so fast as I take a walk on memory lane my mind remembers the rains, the pains and the gains and it places a strain on my brain because

The Last Goodbye

The Last Goodbye short poem

Just one more time, to myself let me lie, Just one last time, let’s dream eye to eye, One last time, let’s feel the way we felt, Just one last time, let the heart do the talking, things which words

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

The Warrior

The Warrior prose poem

I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what

To My Love

To My Love short poem

The peace that emits and the pain that remains. Closer I get more intense they became. The little soul of mine, savaged inside, was healed and became so light. Intensity of yours, I could never comprehend. The inside you was

The Morning Melody

The Morning Melody short poem

I hear everyday a 10 bits song, every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock- it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.” “Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock! With clucking and crowing of

Nature Calling

Nature Calling short poem

Vivid and varied hues of nature, Innumerable shades of nature our eyes capture. Shades of green beyond our imagination, Unimaginable varieties leaving no explanation. Mesmerising sights, delightful moments, During spring, a grand show nature presents. Shrubs, vines, creepers and trees

Infatuation

Infatuation short poem

when I fell in love I pressed my heels against the sky as if in a bread oven sitting with my forehead on the warm ground and the wind and the butterflies and the clouds like smoke were hard to

A Little Thing Called ‘purpose’

A Little Thing Called purpose long poem

Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in

After Hours

After Hours short poem

Lucid, abusive Tongue in cheek divine Stupid, elusive Lost soul of mine A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator Loveless, acquiesce Arpeggio flutter ripples Convalesce, Fancy dress Breasts

The Christ Child

The Christ Child ode

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

Love

Love short poem

When her emptiness was lost in the silence of his absence, she demanded he’d fill her womb. He panicked. Turned to work. She to another man.

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Night

Night long poem

When I lay my head down to sleep, I can feel your loneliness calling me; can you feel my pain calling to you? The emotional mess of what I’ve become, seemingly unaware drifting along in your own world of perfect

Mother

Mother prose poem

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Writer’s Grave

Writers Grave short poem

Scores of my write ups came on the way Brickbats and flowers thrown all along the way Riding high with the thoughts nobody comes my way Nothing new is being written by me by the way Wonder whether have I

A Smile To Die For

A Smile To Die For short poem

A smile to die for Those eyes to cry for Those lips to try for Those arms to pry for For you have become My dearest desire For you have set My heart on fire For you have given me

Invisible

Invisible long poem

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

Retribution

Retribution short poem

Take my soul and watch it burn. Thee shall not be afraid of the flames that surrounds the earth. I only seek revenge on those who my trust betrayed. A minute more not to waste. They shall run. I will

These Walls

These Walls prose poem

They’re always closing in. These walls seem to have sick minds of their own as they begin to crush me. I am one thing here. I am one person here. What I want is not most very important, dear. But

Sweat The Technique

Sweat The Technique long poem

There’s a battle for your mind but you say it’s just fine pulling a 9 to your head it’s the walking dead Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation A seed was drop from a farmers

Not For Just Now

Not For Just Now prose poem

I was all alone this while in search of a real friend As a routine,heart wanders back in time(s) Awakens the memories in my mind; Back in the days..that cheering, screaming and yelling I never remember that day, when we

Purple Gaze

Purple Gaze short poem

I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my

Here Comes Monsoon

Here Comes Monsoon short poem

The wait is finally over Time to experience a complete makeover Amidst the thunder raindrops will be drippin’ Turning dusty leaves fresh and green ”I’m the sole power”, thought the summer heat Through tiny drops of water it faced defeat

Escape

Escape short poem

I go to the countryside to escape the city  From busy streets and droves of people To step back in time if only to dream I long for yesterday yet simple and kind For peace and tranquility to soothe my

The Hills Are Alive!

The Hills Are Alive! ode

Swooping gradients, hairpin bends The sun in gold softly descends Heavens painted in crimson hues Evening birds darting through Cypresses swing in welcome mists, Gentle breezes sigh and hiss I cast my eyes on beauteous scene With pleasant vales, villages

A Missing Memory

A Missing Memory short poem

Ooh.! Daddy… I’ve never known you, Never ever owned you; And the word ‘Father’, Would always remain to haunt; As an unresolved riddle to me. Like a missing memory in me. Although I grew already, Seeing somebody, so much like

My New Friend Is Missing

My New Friend Is Missing prose poem

I met her few days ago In a beautiful garden May be a new friend though face was unknowable, but as if we were known to each other from time immemorial Innocent face, solemn lines on the forehead, eyes looked like

A Gift?

A Gift? prose poem

The meaning of life? This question has been asked for millennia. Some say there is no meaning, life is just a placeholder between oblivions. Others say God breathes life into man for a greater purpose, intimately meaningful. For some, born

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

My Heart’s Heart

My Hearts Heart short poem

My heart took deep seat. Relaxing in the comfort of plush cushion. Neck twisted, head tucked comfortably in the nook of the chair. A glass of water sitting on the edge of the coffee table next to the remote control. T.V Turned

The Lake City – Nainital

The Lake City   Nainital long poem

Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

The Seeker

The Seeker short poem

Walking around, with an emptiness that rends our heart and soul. In pursuit of possessions and achievements. sporting a vast and deep hole, which we strive to ignore. Until it holds us by our throats, we can avoid it no

Hemlock

Hemlock short poem

The night was old, sans us; we’re buried within ourselves- We met after decades, the definite cause for the arousal (and virility); A night of talks, old memories and kisses… Garbs flew while she pushed me hard-onto the pillows; Eyes

On This Shore Of Life

On This Shore Of Life short poem

Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the

Déjà vu as Poetry in a Klein-Bottle Universe

Déjà vu as Poetry in a Klein Bottle Universe short poem

In a dream that is not mine Muse of Poesy, upon your cue, I follow after a gossamer line Till I versify as one with you! In your Mobius-looped universe Space regresses as time in reverse; We versify lost dreams

Comradeship

Comradeship short poem

A chaotic moments we did face, Filled with tension and bubbling of heads; Here the shouting came, There the things flew. Any day was emergency, Any day was important. Lamps did burn all night through, No food we did touch.

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was