Civilizatioin Poems

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

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile prose poem

An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood

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Time Bomb

Time Bomb long poem

My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We

Warning Bell

Warning Bell short poem

Gong ! Gong ! Gong ! There goes the bell, A sign of doom, Army of darkness from the hell. Run everyone run ! Run before you are dead, Before you witness your kin’s chopped off head. Gong ! Gong

Inked

Inked prose poem

I’m closing a chapter …a mere turning of pages you may call it. Pages read and again, mulled, cried and laughed over. Bookmarked for life and hopelessly remembered, they’ll stay safe. Ever too often there will be a pretty breeze

You And Your Lovely Orchids

You And Your Lovely Orchids short poem

As I walk along our backyard, I remember your lovely orchids, smiling at the break of dawn. You’re happily watering them. You’re even singing to them while you are out of tune. Every time you wake up, You go to

Oozed

Oozed short poem

We oozed out of this place. A placed formed by dust, rock and gravity. Born we were into the infinite void, opened our eyes and here we where. How strange. Now what? Civilization as it is, hasn’t a clue. The

In The Pale Moonlight

In The Pale Moonlight short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you

Jim 1

Jim 1 long poem

Jim 1 Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form some may insist on cursing the very day they were born Dionysus was intigued

The Piano

The Piano prose poem

In front of me are eighty-eight keys, Waiting in anticipation for music to be made. Gently, I place my hands on the ivory, And arpeggios and scales alike flow like a river. My grandmother sits beside me, Beaming like the

The Monster Within

The Monster Within short poem

Crying to know Desperate for answers Screaming silently No one knows The uncontrollable tears The fighting within oneself Why her? What did she do? A secret so disturbing Being told no one will believe you A cycle of abuse A

World Of Danger- as I Think

World Of Danger  as I Think short poem

World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid

My Solitary Reaper

My Solitary Reaper short poem

I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.

Do You Hold A Pen In Your Hand?

Do you hold a pen in your hand? So do you hold a pen in your hand? The moment you do, you take a new stand. You not only write words in a rhythmic way, but your emotions can even

It’s Ne’er Too Late…

It’s Ne’er Too Late… short poem

It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I’m Sorry’, It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I do’, It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I care’, You just need the courage to say it once. It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I

Longing For You

Longing For You short poem

My heart longs for your consoling words. My ears longs to hear your footstep. My nose longs for your smell.. My skin longs for your touch. My head longs to lie in solace of your arms. My eyes are weary

Beautiful Nature

Beautiful Nature long poem

The sun rises high up in the sky Come out of bed don’t be lazy don’t be shy Welcome dear morning make it a wonderful day Always be happy always be gay!! Oh the dewdrops on the leaves tiny pearls

The Grapes Of Wrath

The Grapes Of Wrath short poem

Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver major organs ready to burst open cuz day

The Nightingale On Number Four

The Nightingale On Number Four short poem

Four snatch me in the morning, To the land of the booming And returns in the evening, To where it found me. In between the journey Had I seen my beloved! That; on seeing her I lost, My consciousness a

Humans

Humans short poem

‘Human’ is a typical creature , But yes , it’s a wonderful creation . Some act like fools while some like wise , Some are cruel while some are nice . Some will understand you , But some will hurt

A Monologue On Father’s Day

A Monologue On Fathers Day short poem

Father ! Can you hear me ? I wish to talk to you today If only you could answer And tell me that you do ! How blessed would I feel To hear you once again And rush towards you

Lost In Time

Lost In Time short poem

…………………………………………… Kashi haunts me After months. It is not just the picture- The silent Ganga, Ancient town, Relaxed sadhus, A pious brahmin Walking the streets, Radiant calm on his face, Or cows, crowds and crossroads, Or the cremation ghats The

Ode to Neruda

Ode to Neruda ode

Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there

Monster

Monster short poem

Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry. What’s the use for you to try. Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts. But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds Your mother must be

I Adore Your Body Odor!

I Adore Your Body Odor! short poem

The whole path to home was filled with incense It has indulged my every sense It has hit my senses to rose It was not the fragrance of the rose It was not the smell of lavender Nor the scintillating

You Know Me

You Know Me long poem

Well YOU KNOW ME and what makes me smile YOU KNOW ME and what makes me cry YOU KNOW ME and you still love me all the while YOU KNOW ME and how quite difficult to get Along with sometimes

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart short poem

The heart that pains is the one that bleeds Its wounds last for a lifetime to be The more it tries to hide its scars It aches more than the pain before Sealing its doors without an entrance The heart

Love: A game?

Love: A game? short poem

Caged in the cobwebs of the past Surrounded by the tall stalagmites of blames Lying uneasy on betrayals amassed Is A vulnerable soul for whom love was no game. Splinters of Lies that hurt and bled Trust shattered, Malice brought

Untitled

Untitled short poem

My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive

Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking short poem

Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know

Letter to a friend…

Letter to a friend… short poem

Remember that fairy tale we read together? The prince and princess wearing crowns stellar studded with the rarest of gems! I got similar ones made by my jeweler. But he said he’d have to use artificial colored stones I Compromised!

Revealed And Concealed

Revealed And Concealed short poem

There was the revealed me And so too the concealed me Over the time and age I reached a stage When believe me I lost my real me Searching now to find How else than to time rewind May be

To

To short poem

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

When I was young

When I was young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Sea by The Promenade

Sea by The Promenade short poem

The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to

To Each Other

To Each Other short poem

My beloved my, beautiful queen Your presence makes me serene Burning fire can easily be seen Love with beauty is evergreen Your fragrance just enchants Your lovely gait always haunts What in ignorance heart wants Your grace sparingly grants Come

Together We Can Make A Difference

Together We Can Make A Difference short poem

Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on

Light To Light

Light To Light short poem

Winter has just set in Like a beautiful tasty sin Snow has started falling down To cover the land with whitish crown She is out to play in snow Love is ready to flow and grow Flakes of snow when

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall over the temple grounds A full moon expressionless without a sound Grudgingly grants its pale luminance Obviously tired of its nightly performance A starry canopy of quietness and tranquility Punctuated by harmonious chanting of such gentility Silhouettes of monks

You Are the Master of Life

You Are the Master of Life short poem

Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,