Bowie Poems

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

David Bowie

David Bowie prose poem

The clown is in the rocket ship and he’s crying just for you He’s been smoking something strange now he’s going up to the moon It’s alright because he’ll be back for you…………… real soon I might have; could have;

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The Year Of The Departing Artist

The Year Of The Departing Artist elegy

Among my Father’s gifts that keep giving I see less and less of the living. I find art that will never, be given to us again ever. Blue plaques and statues confirm their passage. Blues and bad news can’t hide

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Heart’s A Dog

Hearts A Dog short poem

This heart’s a dog Beats for everyone who is false Always broken Remains stolen Sometimes sweeter when stolen It might grow holes Blood might start to pour It might not be ever whole Might never get out of the fog

The Beep

The Beep short poem

It beeps and the lights turn on My heart does a flip My mind is filled with Emotions of unseen uncertainty It is the order of the event The terror, the dread that beep brings It can turn my world

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Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise

Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise short poem

Suppose the sun does not rise the school boy may still lumber in his slumber, the house wife may enjoy her liberty to corner her routine job in relaxing herself in spiritual rest. But the busy father may be surprised

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

Reverberation From Heart

Reverberation From Heart sonnet poems

You have shared a true mantra “love to live”. Bestow allure in my life with delight, As spring makes life renewable for thrive, Spreading romantic gloom, as in twilight. Always your breath remains enmeshed in mine, Though we are miles

I Wish I Were There

I Wish I Were There short poem

I wish I were there To watch you grow, And help you back up When you’ve taken a blow. I wish I were there To watch you play, Or teach you how to catch A ball without delay. I wish

Golden Opportunity For Unity

Golden Opportunity For Unity ballad

Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the

At Sixty

At Sixty long poem

AT SIXTY I approached SIXTY I started behaving FUNKY I thought life will be MESSY I feared my brain to be EMPTY I started thinking life will be SHODDY I was deep into WORRY I dreaded the fateful DAY I

You are water

You are water short poem

With your hair loose, when you cry your heart out, I say, ‘my love, you are a water fall’. you say, ’yes, I am’. with swaying hips, when you walk down the streets, I say, ‘my love, you are a

Silence

Silence prose poem

A sound In an empty room, Hollow space, Emptiness. Panic. Silence broken, By what ? A thud, Rooms no longer silent, Hassle and laughter, A gun shot. Once again silence But only for a second Screams erupting. Sirens in the

I have a dream!

I have a dream! prose poem

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

In Silence

In Silence short poem

It’s here, and then it’s not. That untimely moment that we fear our minds have just ‘forgot’ who we are, and why we’re here. Why did we never reach that bar? We’re no longer our own puppateer. In the past

The Reason

The Reason short poem

The conflicts that run within are the reason you weren’t in, the mess that I make is the reason I could not take the breath I couldn’t catch is the reason to why you were so attached last night,the truth

I Am Taxed Extra To Live!

I Am Taxed Extra To Live! short poem

A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,

The Girl

The Girl short poem

The girl I met last day She appears to be strong Unmoved by emotions As hard as a rock Broken into small pieces But still staying strong. I mistook her to be a diamond Unbroken and hardened By all the

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns short poem

Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost

Fallen Woman

Fallen Woman short poem

you know what I am able to do I take a guess about you you say “everyone has feelings for you” don’t clarify that means anything to you why do people trust you? I’ve always wondered “what you do” you

Two

Two short poem

Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear

Beggar And The Greedy

Beggar And The Greedy short poem

Beggar begs for alms with folded hands Corrupt demands bribe stretching his hands Beggar begs to fill his tummy Corrupt take bribe to blow up his tummy People cursing the beggar throw coin at him People fearing the corrupt give

An Urchin Love

An Urchin Love long poem

With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers

Ford’s Theater, April 15th, 1865,

Fords Theater, April 15th, 1865, ode

Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey and draughts of arrack nonetheless (without doubt),

Survival

Survival short poem

As I stood. I noticed I was on fire. Every inch of me consumed. Engulfed. Losing oxygen I gasped. Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening. I stood helpless. Was there anything other that I could do. Watching the

The Stormy Sea

The Stormy Sea short poem

The sea is stormy Like my mind, The tide of thoughts Ebbs and flows Just like the waves That lashes the shore. My thoughts are wild The sea is stormy Neither can be contained Within their periphery But have to

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams prose poem

Hello my baby doll You will always be An amazing bestowal of god for your loving Dad that was born with an astounding will emblazoned in your black eyes were an undreamt-of and incredible waves of inquisitiveness and all the

What Is Life?

What Is Life? short poem

Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void

My Christmas Love Letter

My Christmas Love Letter long poem

Dear Sweetness, The very day I saw your fair, pretty face I noticed a spark between us. Though, it took a little bit longer for us to completely know each other… It’s a silly thing to ignore you. It’s the

The Fly

The Fly short poem

The Fly lurks around putrid matter and delights in savouring human waste. The distasteful things we love to hate satisfy his insatiable taste for foul smelling things that are better cast in the bin from our very sight. He does

One Saint Walked Over The Ridge

One Saint Walked Over The Ridge short poem

Death will not listen; still, the candle burns, in blue dark and sets free the sun. Will you hold me tight when I shed my identity? I was going to start a silent prayer for this earth. I forget, that

Shades

Shades short poem

Helpless I found that coquetry personified before me And resign to me without any excuse whatever,she Seeing my trepidation, He is so much in trance– The famous crazy lover forgot his uproar in love perchance I am affiliated with Exclusive

Into Your Kingdom Of Love

Into Your Kingdom Of Love ode

Which time is better? Which season is better? Which companion is better? Which age is better? Were some of my thoughts as…… I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders cautiously walking in my garden so that innocence is not

Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All

Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All prose poem

Inside my prose poem is happiness, happiness for all. Even the juicy parts don’t lack think material. I have it on good authority. My autistic Aunt says I should stop writing. Where are the beans? I was told in my

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I Cry long poem

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode I suffer

Reality

Reality short poem

A harsh reality, Created me. Resulted me to be like this, To be captivated here. But all I wanted, Was to be free. A moment like this, Was never cherished by me. Because there was a thing, Deep inside of

Racism

Racism long poem

Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in

Unlost Existence

Unlost Existence short poem

When an embryo was growing in a petri dish I said this is it my adieu for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial a skull in my lap after the abdication of ancient fear the

Fading Away

Fading Away short poem

Mourn me when I am gone; Remember me as someone who lived his life the only way he knew how. Think of me when you sing a song; Remember me when I am gone with the clouds. The sun is

Soulscript

Soulscript ballad

I dipped my hand within my soul To stir the ebon ink And placed a smear upon the scroll Where loathsome mem’ries sink And write the script of heart’s lament With words from blank abyss In colors mixed with aged