Carnage Poems

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

No More Carnage -manchester Bomb Blast

No More Carnage  manchester Bomb Blast short poem

An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of

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Poems containing references to : Carnage

The Futility Of War

The Futility Of War short poem

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

The Fear Of This Love

The Fear Of This Love ballad

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Fear Of The Feather

Fear Of The Feather elegy

Why can’t I find them, the words, I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Fire And Straw

Fire And Straw short poem

Lovers of death were on prowl: nothing was finished.Smart words were bouncing back. Quotes by the fire had stripped down the carnage. More bombs in courtyard and hope was confronting death. Few branded names were causing rift in the ranks

Merry Christmas Wishes A Little Angel

Merry Christmas Wishes A Little Angel long poem

O Little angel O little angel from tranquil galaxy of rebirth coming through milky sky ways to land on the human earth singing merry Christmas songs with basket of wonderful toys some for her innocent girls and some for naughty

Blink

Blink long poem

A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his

The Urborn

The Urborn short poem

Let it be, a dawn prayer, dripping with fantasy intercepting the strip-search of soul tempting a mad psyche. The sleeping volcano was going to celebrate, put the sign on. Perfectly shineless hands will raise the banner to donate kidneys, eyes

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God Of My Joy

God Of My Joy short poem

Only in God do I have the peace The love and the joy in me Only in God is there hope for This world Only in God do we seek The wonders and mercy We have in Him My God

Without You

Without You elegy

Walking down the memory lane, this is the last goodbye, the last smile, the last tear, but maybe not the last memory I have to bear. Time it was, time with you, time like I never knew, time when I

Slain Roses

Slain Roses short poem

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

I know love

I know love short poem

Take me out and cut me into tiny pieces and let them be strewn all over the place, ’cause I feel torn.. Take out my heart and carve in it the choicest of blasphemy, ’cause I don’t know peace.. Shear

Inverted

Inverted short poem

A tribal instinct stops the nemesis: Spraying the blood-soaked, small foot prints on my chest; unlocking, I accept myself. Why contained anger of awesome ache over the periphery? Through the atrophied, black limbs – an elite infusion of trespassing knowledge?

Two Friends

Two Friends short poem

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi)

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi) short poem

Fingers printed on face they offered apologies for the mudslide after the typhoon standing on the mound of twisted bones; the state had the right to trample and extinguish a bright flame, a meteor, streak of dissent only the sect,

Golden And Red

Golden And Red short poem

The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue Is as subtle as a miry leaf’s dew Her velvety, arrow-straight hair Dance charismatically in the air Her rosy lips, her dove-white face Spellbinds e’ery fellow, who gaze At her glitz, her beguiling

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

Ups And Downs

Ups And Downs short poem

“Life has ups and downs” said they, So she endured all the pain without any debate… Happiness will enliven her life soon, She was told, if she will wait… But gradually her hardship intensified further, And those hopeful eyes still

Lips Of Moon Were Hot

Lips Of Moon Were Hot short poem

Eggs went freezing in the sap. Lips of moon were hot. In the flare up, the rebel had cast doubt on cartridge. Missiles were unique but, hands trembled – concept of sky was a lie. Saturn and moon were coming

Into The Woods

Into The Woods short poem

I have something say, but fear, not dare, blood runs cold and I feel a Chill. If only some could understand how we feel, For the consequences of a confession we had to reveal, And the situations that we have

Unwaking

Unwaking short poem

I need not want to know for it, a dirty mind of lateral conjugation; of uncharted hopes. The name splits the long story. Everyone had a stain on chest, color roiling the heart. Dancing on the cocktail grass, they started

The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

Who is this being called God? That many lives are continually lost in his name Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake Is that what he created man for? Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and

Ravi Varma’s Orchestra

Ravi Varmas Orchestra short poem

A beautiful portrait of lovely ladies hangs in front of me in my workplace gazing at them I often wonder- – Where, where have we come from being them? ? Bejewelled, bedecked, beautified – -an epitome of adornment coy, silent.demure.humble

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The

Bloodscape

Bloodscape short poem

Monologue of a monolith to live in a moment was futile. A young house was in disorder. Not listening, I would find the missing links. Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal lines for shifting the planets. The

Our First Encounter

Our First Encounter short poem

You commend me for my boldness, but it is I who commend you for taking the chance towards your future. I will show you a world you have not yet seen or could imagine, for through my eyes you will

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

Made For Each Other

Made For Each Other short poem

We meeting each other by chance signalled the romantic feelings to one other and we realised undoubtedly we were made for each other We are sure to be re born many times We are sure to fall in love each

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dew, That drips from the cold

A Little Friend!

A Little Friend! short poem

Cute a little, a nice friend she is! Always a little chittery, a chattery she is! Gets a little bittery, a battery she is! Anyways a little tingly, a tangly her life is! So a little blingly, a bangly her

I’ll Be Waiting.

Ill Be Waiting. short poem

You’re my desire my passion..I strongly need you I want to trap you hypnotize you just like I own you I want to sleep with you when dark tries to catch me And I want to wake up with you

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the

New Orleans

New Orleans short poem

Well I’m a heading back to NEW ORLEANS Tonight, gotta get out of this one horse town And back to Bourbon street where the night Life is hot to trot in the big city lights and the Music keeps you

Kebechet

Kebechet short poem

Pitch white fades to black, In this silent birth, no stillborn arises. Contrarily, life thrives in its silence. Her beauty everywhere, yet impossible to track. Stars alight her skin, Struck with constant reincarnation. The brightest are long dead, The newborns,

From a woman’s heart

From a womans heart short poem

You don’t know how she misses you Thinks of you and feels you You are a man, you would not understand A woman’s heart, her pain and agony You know to woo, to wean away her heart Away from her,

An Ode To True Love !

An Ode To True Love ! ode

Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels The road ahead a dwindling silver thread Arriving and leaving, my life unravels Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine Across quiet villages and noisy cities My urge to roam away from my

Mute Desire

Mute Desire short poem

Come Naga, come: from the scented tree and spread out your hood. I will pull you down on my lips One day. Classical porn, Neanderthal. In your stark nakedness I wanted an asylum. A place guiltless, hands blackened, moony face,

Jesus Of The Bottom Line

Jesus Of The Bottom Line short poem

The man who mistook the money he made for time with his family the intimate touch of the edge of his desk as it dug into his butterfat belly when he slept every night embrace by his tooled leather belt

Juxtaposed

Juxtaposed short poem

Give me a piece of your body before you go. A tooth, a nail, a curled hair. A relic, my sadness wants to keep. By your absence I will live in the bones of tangled bodies, who were shot down