Casual Poems

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

The Crumbling Heart

The Crumbling Heart short poem

She melted seeing your love Adjusted because she fell in love It was then you changed your tone Repeatedly asking for time All she heard was,’I have no time.’ You said,’Be casual.’How could she be? For casual did not exist

Poems containing references to : Casual

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

When We Met

When We Met short poem

When we met for first time, Our relationship was thinner than water. When we kept on meeting, Our relation became thicker than blood. When we talked for first time, The conversation was shorter than the twinkling of eye. When we

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

My First Crush

My First Crush short poem

I sit there alone on the stone bench, Under the tree, blowing off the dust. I breathe the scent of the spring, As I talk to the aged surfaces. I have grown old, but I still feel her. The sneak-peek

Reflection

Reflection long poem

Eyes as bright as northern star Smiling, trying to hide the deepest scar A smile so pure and simple As I drew nearer, could it be possible I looked closer and found myself in horror Was that me, the girl

The Third Tier

The Third Tier short poem

The quiet confines of a room of checked decibels, reverberated the voice that wished to be heard By earnest minds in casual cardigans, Caught in the challenge of solving cryptic numerics, Unabated even by gratuitous creeks of the wooden embodiment

A Job Half Done

A Job Half Done ballad

Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant, And decided to meet the weekend after. He worked his beard a tad carefully that morning, And

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

Blueberry Ardor

Blueberry Ardor long poem

salted with landmines a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze clumps of bushes and rich brown soil dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone a place where animals used to browse this is the place to pray furthest away

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis long poem

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

The Road I Had Taken

The Road I Had Taken short poem

The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety

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I want you to understand

I want you to understand long poem

Tonight, I am angry. Tonight, I am angry that, you don’t lie in my arms and I don’t know if you ever will again. Tonight, I am angry that these days we speak with words and not with caresses. that

Oh My Love

Oh My Love short poem

Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel

The Germ Man

The Germ Man short poem

The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants

Death

Death long poem

in this December and January of my 70th year death has had me at its beck and call in a way it never has before daily I feel it and know it every day I know you know we all

Twisted

Twisted short poem

Thoughts amplify intense feelings deep within the soul They twist your stomach into knots, leaves you whining to delights of devilish delusions. An unaltered disposition supremely preposterous based upon familial suppositions induced from repetition. Lingering beyond temptations within confines ludicrously

The Salt Tree

The Salt Tree prose poem

In the road to the South, which hasn’t ended yet, from the yet not finished North, at the ball’s surface which had lost its center and produced sacred shrines fighting each other all along the road, there, that white tree

Fever Rising

Fever Rising short poem

What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The

I am not disturbed

I am not disturbed short poem

I am supposed to be sick, but I am in office, I am supposed to be working then, but I am goofing away my time, reading a whole lot of stuff that folks have written. And trust me some of

Appassionata

Appassionata short poem

When I’m thinking of you, muse returns and I am able to write few verses again your words always an inspiration thinking of you often, missing your writes there are some days that rhymes not there then I am waiting

Peace In Pieces

Peace In Pieces short poem

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

Desire

Desire short poem

Desire, an ever burning coal within us awaiting to be fuelled by a lover or fame or money for others An unquenchable thirst for touch and breathless acts of pleasure Desire, the dreams of devils and angels A driven force

Undecided

Undecided short poem

She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable  Her indifference for compassion was

My Name Is…

My Name Is... prose poem

My name is just a name to me and you. It is my name that you need to refer too. Why would you add things to it when it does not belong. Knowing these words you add to my name

Pandas

Pandas short poem

THE UNBEARABLE. What’s so wonderful about Pandas, why do people stand and stare At what after all is only, a black and white veggie bear A mysterious thing is a Panda of which knowledge is vague and grey but we

Love Sonnet 44

Love Sonnet 44 sonnet poems

Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea, Her cheeks rosy as skies of Summer morn, While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay, She would radiate, long after stars are born; When nights are overcast, devoid of

Foaming Fury

Foaming Fury short poem

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

Corporeal Manifestation

Corporeal Manifestation prose poem

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

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

All Is Not Lost

All Is Not Lost prose poem

All is Not Lost To you without a partner feeling lost and alone To you without food, starving broke without a home All is not lost – you have a glorious life ahead Do not dwell on the past, erect

The Lie

The Lie long poem

The quest for the truth, followed with a thousand questions. No one knew if it bore a fruit, overcast with a few suggestions. Was it a lie from the start, or did it change in due course? But it surely

Want Peace ?

Want Peace ? short poem

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

My Facial Hair

My Facial Hair short poem

When I first adorned you, I was always so unsure… I was fighting my conscience, And kept looking for a cure…! Years passed yet I wondered, What would this world say… If I went on with you, For any longer

A thousand dreams

A thousand dreams short poem

A thousand dreams I have experienced and all were better than my reality Forty years I have lived on this planet and all I believe in is eternity Not for the body of course but for the soul that searches

Wonder

Wonder short poem

Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder….. While a flock of birds’ formation is

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. I was willing to play the game. Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore basking in heat of silk throat, I asked the needles to go ahead and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.

Shakespeare And I

Shakespeare And I short poem

I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may

Chanting

Chanting short poem

“Mum, what’s that noise?” asked Johnny Duboise as he sat on the comfy settee. “It’s your father”, she replied as the dishes she dried, “says he’s trying to set his mind free”. “By singing a song?” he asked with a