Borders poems bring the best collection of short and long borders poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great borders rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these borders poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on borders are here for you.
(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines
To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been
Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and
Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed
How far? How far the goodness will survive? Born to suffer, a troubled mind was punished, for melting down. Livid with revenge sun bleaches the man-made God, a personal anger. Executioner was on the street lighting bonfires of your principles.
Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of
You were standing alone In a crowded room And going round in my head The same old tune. Eyes of cold sapphire Holding me stark, In the dark despair Of a panther’s stare. Futile attempts To move, to turn The
Their gossip is a debauched addiction, Aided by an imagination, so absurd… The borders amid actuality and fiction; Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird! They are uncaring for infliction caused, Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil… For
Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake
(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like
Gingerbread, Jellybean and KitKat with tiny sims, Safely secured in everyone’s pocket like magical plastics ; We carelessly treasure these gags, As if we could preserve them; For an entire life it seems. Our helpless youth’s every moment, Is glued
On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was
Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps
(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;
My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A
Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky
A transfixed agony sometimes denies, To cross the borders of pleading eyes, Abstracting with it’s hue their salient desires, In illusions of depths mystifies, In undiscovered tongues, secretly carves, Lamentations of unborn goodbyes! Of reflecting truths are liquors blamed, When
Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and
This path. This path glows with vibrant hues, Bathed in the morning glow and full of the most Stimulating fragrance. It leads and I follow, I care not where I go, for this road has me in the deepest entrancement.
What they told us about Capitalism: We were told capitalism creates wealth, we were told capitalism brings the best in man, and with it, individual’s potentials are certainly attainable; we were told individual dreams and aspirations easily come to fruition
Journey was well planned to and fro in Volvos; but for the V.I.P traffic, frustrating long queues and expensive stale food in hotels with god’s name, we enjoyed every moment! There is something mysterious with life in temple towns and
Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask
Fateful memories prick me today Taking me back to life’s old way A storm of dry and vacant tears Snatches away all my cheers My deadly life just spins around Making me sit back rolled up in a wound Cause
The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,
What does it mean to be human? Are we just animal or evolving to become something more? Are we victim to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature. Do our passions control our minds or can our minds
She is a renegade, it’s written in her DNA Rebellion sparkles within her lime green eyes Her blood pulsates with the urge to adventure Beyond the bland, homogenous modern culture At teenage, all girls would enjoy a little mirror-time With
My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you
Soaring above, around the clouds, I feel surrounded by thought bubbles. Such a fascinating sight, My imagination takes flight. Few trying to race, While the pretty ones just laze. From up above, a frilly floor, From below, heavenly ceiling decor.
Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.
Watching from pin hole lamps of baked clay. Every thorn was in my flesh. I was losing my voice in crowd of maniacs. Dragonflies climbing on worn leather. Through cracked sunroof – skull splinters into million heirlooms. Fever climbs the
Two people met, accidentally. With no rhyme or reason, Not knowing where to begin, Unsure what to hold as conversation. Just when the silence was getting unbearable, There was a klink on the glass window. Slow drizzle of words poured
The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of
Gunshots in my breakfast sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup with blue hypnotism dressed for work and away morning air statue still dust of weeks on the candy colored cars moon is full above the rug store a