Catastrophe Poems

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

Tsunami – A Catastrophe Stroy

Tsunami   A Catastrophe Stroy short poem

The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an

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The Tango

The Tango short poem

Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed

Poems containing references to : Catastrophe

I love to worship Him

I love to worship Him short poem

Many times I have said, thought and done Many a time I have come before Him With a tear smeared face, a broken heart and a failed soul Many times in the reason of my living I have thought; thought

Elegy for a ‘rose lost

Elegy for a rose lost elegy

Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

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Sparkle

Sparkle long poem

Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking

Only A Storm

Only A Storm short poem

(Written for my little brother Eric, Feb. ’85, when I was 14). As he cuddled softly in my arms like a helpless young fawn, I could feel his heart race with fear and see his fists clench with every boom

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

Unknown Friends

Unknown Friends short poem

Never we had a chance To see face to face Never we had a chance To sit and talk side by side We live under the same moon We share the same sunshine Still we are from different places. Though

Intolerance

Intolerance short poem

To the days that found acceptance readily, With hair all curled and ribboned up, And face all To the up, By smacks of baby powder, Now cherubic cheeks all but missing, A big black polka dot. To the days now

Like Crazy

Like Crazy short poem

I remember looking at you and feeling everything. I remember looking at you and feeling nothing. I was terrified both of the times. From the moment you asked me to read you a story, I started writing ours. Do you

Atlantis

Atlantis long poem

Walking through the rainbow garden Of marble walls and fountains of gold I still wear the blue crystal you gave Me 10 years ago and sometimes I can Still hear your music when the right Wind blows, stranded in paradise

I’m Remembering

Im Remembering short poem

Laying here in the darkness Listening to the wind All is quiet Nowhere is there a sound I’m remembering all our memories The many of us laughing and smiling The few of us crying and silent So many memories all

Choose A Side

Choose A Side short poem

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

Are You Still Crying O Mom

Are You Still Crying O Mom short poem

Do not cry o mom, Are you yet to find a reason of my murder, I went to roam around in the jungle, Little did I know about the hunter, Who was waiting to hunt. You once narrated that this

It’s About Time

Its About Time short poem

It’s time to grow like wild grass With no spot of terrain parched. Time to unlearn the old bigotry. Time to let love burst outwards Through the fissures in the wall Permeating its hues into all lives. Time to shed

I hate love

I hate love short poem

So tell me now, where do I go? I gave you hostility. I’ve been down this road. We say no more but it’s not the end. This isn’t over. Not just yet. It’ll continue. I’ll watch you fall. I could

Freedom Or Bondage

Freedom Or Bondage short poem

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out

Silence

Silence short poem

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

She’s Earth You’re Rain

Shes Earth Youre Rain short poem

She turns up her visage For you to feel her again, Her burning desires, Submit pleasurably to you rain! Rain, you fill the cracks, Of her turgid concrete, Washing away the gore, Those dark corners secrete. ‘Everything comes to a

Your Dream

Your Dream short poem

There is someone special inside you , All that potential For what you want to be . Al that energy , For what you want to do . Imagine yourself in the future , Do what your soul says .

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

Why Less

Why Less prose poem

WHY LESS? My wife thinks I am worthless My children think I am spineless My boss thinks I am useless My girl friend thinks I am heartless My friend thinks I am aimless My enemy thinks I am boneless My

What Harm Is There In A Thorn?

What Harm Is There In A Thorn? long poem

Racism is a poisoned thorn that is imbedded in the heart of America. At first glance, it appears the thorn is merely a sliver creating a small amount of—discomfort but not really a wound worth considering after all, it will

Surviving Attention

Surviving Attention short poem

She’ll only dance as long as you don’t watch her a heavenly symmetry in the distance between elbows, knees. Gravity is only a suggestion while she progresses through nameless steps, her unplucked body stepping across thresholds billions of sisters have

Going For The Gold

Going For The Gold long poem

Well now and I’m Going for the Gold Not standing in the shadows Giving it my heart and soul Up the mountain, down the road New found determination, no Competition, first edition Not standing, not standing In the shadows ‘cuz

This Is Life!!!!

This Is Life!!!! short poem

Life! Has no definition Reason behind it has no explanation From far it’s a glittering illusion Even after “The End” has no perfect conclusion. Life to me is just a choice Silent call of your inner voice Make a choice

A Dead Song

A Dead Song short poem

They were ready to suck the crowd. The child was pushed into lentil soup, boiling, to appease the rain god. Shining masks, the celebration starts; surging a myth, crown of hawthorn, hallucinating dance. The people lick their fingers, feast for

I Fell Head Over Heels In Your Love

I Fell Head Over Heels In Your Love prose poem

Your first look when I encountered in the college library I lost my consciousness and forgot my mission Your deep blue eyes were searching chemistry equations in an old organic chemistry book and your naive and candid face made me

Hewn Words

Hewn Words short poem

A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.

Miserable

Miserable short poem

Some get disturbed without reason some feel miserable for some reason Some acts hysterical for unknown reason Little do we realise misery is self created We give importance more to the earthly desires Seldom we understand the importance of our

Movements

Movements short poem

you bring pink roses everyday from nowhere with an oblique smile, some questions have remained unanswered when I plunge in silence you won’t stop talking anger is its own failure for breaking the door where was the need for honour

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

I Will Try To Survive

I Will Try To Survive short poem

Gazing at the sky at night , I gaze at that one big bright star Which Reminds me of you, . So close but yet so far It hurts when I hear that song I don’t have the heart to

The Rhyme Of Life

The Rhyme Of Life short poem

Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And

Rain

Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Powdered Boughs

Powdered Boughs short poem

Evergreens iced at river’s frozen brim December’s breath stills the burdened limb Powdered boughs winter in floral dream Recalling sweet temperate summer’s stream Where nymphs dimpled warm aqueous skin How frigid the vein now that wears stone thin But beneath

Mother Nature

Mother Nature long poem

I wake up in the morning and your face is the first thing I see, I take a deep breath and I laugh out, ha!ha!, remembering the outdoors and the sea, Oh dear ma!ma! You are so dear to me

Of Moments…

Of Moments... short poem

They breezed past as air of life, Never ever to return I didn’t realise! ‘Moments’ that shaped my today, Experiences that enriched my way A fleeting childhood with siblings, A sidelong path to discover things, A raucous time trying to

Republic Of The Broken Home

Republic Of The Broken Home long poem

In the republic of the broken home, Its the children, who hold fort alone, For those who sit upon the throne, Are away fighting battles of their own. Every morning they arrive at the front lines, Wearing uniforms and memorizing