Childless Poems

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

Justice For The Childless!

Justice For The Childless! short poem

A year has passed since she lost what made her an avis; A lot has happened since the tragedy and the crisis- Still she has nothing at hand and feels aimless! How is it that solving people’s problems is her

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Darkness, Rain And Farmers

Darkness, Rain And Farmers ode

Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And trees Be it heat or frigid, poorer dies.

Road to Revolution

Road to Revolution prose poem

I was on the road to revolution; when I met- The childless mother beating her chest in sorrow, the widow shredding tears of solitude, The motherless child crying for company, the father who had lost his son… For the road

Brightest Star I See Tonight

Brightest Star I See Tonight long poem

Arcturus touches me pinpricks of a blood orange juice I walk naked in the night serenaded by frogs daring bats to tear mosquitos from my hair warmth of August stars ripple with atmosphere all those photons painting me the perverts

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Can’t Wait No More

Cant Wait No More short poem

There came a day when time stood still I had no clue why my loneliness grew was searching for that void to fill when I stumbled upon a picture of you A virtual meet and greet we shared Mysterious you,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

Coats Valley

Coats Valley ode

Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to

Suddenly

Suddenly short poem

suddenly I stood still in time I mean the air breathed for me the sky fed me and I quietly absorbed everything that was offered floated in awareness saw what I had not seen ever before felt infinite spaces between

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Keyheart

Keyheart short poem

You find yourself in a strange place wondering what happened the previous day You feel as though struck by a mace people come to ask if you’re okay You start telling lies to hide what you feel to prevent suspectable

Faithless Hands

Faithless Hands short poem

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the

Music

Music long poem

Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic

The Memory Bank

The Memory Bank prose poem

I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Who Is He?

Who Is He? short poem

Who is he? Who is he? who comes in my dreams, Who wakes me up from my slumber and sleep. Whose face is hardly seen,… But his image is engraved deep within. He has several names and immortal fame, made

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Exiled

Exiled short poem

I threw myself in deep slumber pledging not to play the game for others and exiled myself within me after the rebellion. A realized being, suffers at the hand of a thorn skull, learns to be silent, choking on words

Till The Rooster Crows

Till The Rooster Crows short poem

Down on the farm there’s not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that’s why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on ’til you Come a knockin’ on

Shadows Of Her

Shadows Of Her long poem

His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity of the most dark, sinister and raw nature and he listens as the darkness of her whispers in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare to love such shadows as me?” He

My Love

My Love short poem

December 25th /2013. My cherished woman, Without a face, Dwells in my books, And diaries, Without a stance; In my coffee cup, She swims And passes in my mirror, Without a trace; She wanders About In my veins, sings in

The Old Odhani

The Old Odhani prose poem

She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to

Purity

Purity short poem

Purity withheld no longer when ultimately, the flame of innocence within me diminished the spark which once I possessed with great reverence from. Ages demanded ultimately for the purity I profaned; what would I pay back and forth for the

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

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

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

We are but two moons

We are but two moons short poem

At the shore of the world we meet, every day, as if by accident, as if we are characters in a play written by someone else. At the edge of the world we meet, every night, as the sea and

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Allow Me To Introduce Myself prose poem

I am rage mixed with fire. I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake. I am hurt and abandonment. I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up. I am skinned knees and

Like A Chinese Lantern

Like A Chinese Lantern short poem

At the end of the thought was sadness. When temple lies broken a little white lotus comes up on the tranquil lake. A cute word enters the lone voice, stands down, collapses, retreats into silence. A chaste tree becomes a

Still Birth

Still Birth short poem

Roses had gone wilting after surgery. Biovision of acrylic lenses was projecting a corrupt green mount. The rubber king had a papery laugh. How you deal with a maverick – matter – of – factly? Pall bearers of a tall

Je Suis Charlie

Je Suis Charlie short poem

You don’t know what I’m thinking, can’t see the cinematheque inside my head where horrible and beautiful images collide, a claquement that generates everything I say, everything I write just because I can’t draw an image, because my line is

Sunflowers

Sunflowers short poem

A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.

Splitting The Night

Splitting The Night short poem

Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Stranger in strange land

Stranger in strange land short poem

Strange is the land on which he treads seeking blood for the vengeance within he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here someone will fall for the false hope again some eyes will always be moist some hearts will

Supermoon Eclipse

Supermoon Eclipse short poem

Rome was not built in a day, and super moons rarely occur. The formation of blood moons indeed are set by the hand of God. At around 9 PM Pacific, no view could be found from our property. So we

Nature

Nature short poem

Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays

My Antediluvian Baby

My Antediluvian Baby short poem

All my dreams of her – not royalty or a classic beauty just a girl in a shift hair to her shoulders thick thighs and a rising color that gathered in her cheeks as she followed her herd of megafauna

One step a day

One step a day short poem

So easy to look back So difficult to forget past Each time I look back I can’t help but shiver at the thought Of the fight that lies ahead To be normal once more…. I am tired of fighting it

We Have To Meet

We Have To Meet short poem

You just believe me I will bloom as winter sunshine Start taking forward your steps I’ll meet wherever you say I agree there are lots of difficulties standing today Even more the excuses But if you keep staying I will