Clover Poems

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

In The Year Of The Clover

In The Year Of The Clover prose poem

In The Year of the Clover and the luminous black sun my life did get better all the dreams I ever held dear to my heart have just begun… Apprentice to the Wizard in the shadow of candlelight and a

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Poems containing references to : Clover

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

On My Way

On My Way short poem

          On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above While

Love Sonnet 20

Love Sonnet 20 sonnet poems

Would four-leaf clover give me better luck?  A lot better than this forget-me-not?  But rose that in your book I once did tuck,  I never knew what destiny it got;  Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name?  Or

A Passionate Gardener To His Love

A Passionate Gardener To His Love short poem

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the gardens trod, We’ll stroll along the springs and brook, On to some hidden cozy nook; Red roses by your neck I’ll hang, We’ll walk on grass that’s

A Billion

A Billion long poem

A billion stars in the sky, all waiting to be noticed by someone But to me, you are the only sun Your presence is felt when you walk into the room On a dark night, you are the moon A

Sunset

Sunset short poem

Remember those days, time spent together with friends, felt like forever, when looking for the four leafed clover, we would hover all over. Hiding in the bushes and up above the trees, seeking the insects of different species, hide and

Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

Sleeplessness

Sleeplessness short poem

Through the elements of fear in faith you become vulnerable to conversing legends. The reclining god was stolen from the temple for a weeping skull. Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes in

Hot To Trot

Hot To Trot long poem

Irish, Cherokee and Aries… Well they say look out he’s On the war path again I dare you to dare me to see Who can out drink who when It comes to whiskey, I dare You to dare me to

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There For Me

There For Me ballad

You were there for me When I needed a shoulder to lean on When the world started closing in And the pain was just too strong No words to say No words to say just how much You cared and

My Parents

My Parents short poem

On my birth, they were smiling at me while I was crying at them When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me while I was seeking to miss them While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks, I was shouting at their pranks When I was a

Hypocrite

Hypocrite short poem

Claim that you are this, when you’re not that Telling stories with plentiful lies Social climbers, climbing ladders Trying to reach the hands of fame Gossip will you bear everywhere Even if you trespass someone’s right Low profile people did

Don’t Go Now!

Dont Go Now! short poem

The sky has turned red; However the feelings in my heart are not dead. The sun is about to rise; I cannot forget those beautiful eyes. You cried the whole evening; I was strong, as I thought this will be

Creator

Creator short poem

Is there a God? Big question! I do not know. No one knows. I do know, however, there is a creator. I look around, what do I see? I see things, created things. I see created things. That’s all I

I Live In My Head

I Live In My Head short poem

I’m consumed by thoughts of a better place I live there in my head The world ticks around me Full of greed, full of dread I’ve seen the system for what it is A trap that chisels at our nature

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking long poem

We would try so hard to take each others’ pain, But in the end it’ll all be the same. I meant what I said, it was never meant to be a game. And I’ll never forget the day you walked

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

My father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, a friend to many, a neighbour to some, Is that what I am? Little more than one can see, I am simply me. The thought I smile to, something that I love to do,

Who Am I

Who Am I ballad

A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

Flame Rose

Flame Rose short poem

Etched under my skin flame roses blister Scars on the palms of my hands bleed stigmata thorns My eyes freeze to crystal The tears around my throat are fashioned in black lace obsidian My lips, the color of amber and

Any Way

Any Way short poem

I sat there and watched her run away I took to the needle this way I sat there laughing but I didn’t run I just stayed I just sat in the sun and mentally stole myself far away I had

Love Is Blind

Love Is Blind ballad

All my walls are taken down, Nothing but little pieces of rubble, And I try to pick them up, But I fall down myself in a puddle; A puddle of hatred, of ribbing I’m broken and completely inside, I’m stupid,

Song Of Blue

Song Of Blue short poem

That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up

Run Away

Run Away short poem

Run away, run away Don’t let the rain scare you Don’t let the wind hold you back Run away into the world The clouds will fade away And the sun will shine your way The wind will blow in a

Ode To The Holy Ganges

Ode To The  Holy Ganges long poem

Hail to you O holy Ganges ! A river merely you never have been Darling daughter of mighty Himalaya Mother to millions of doting devotees . How you descend from the heavenly heights Like a lively , sportive girl child

Featureless And White

Featureless And White short poem

This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in

Anguish And Alzheimer’s!

Anguish And Alzheimers! short poem

Photograph by “Alan Mackenzie” He screamed helplessness and fear, Anger arising in a depth of raw emotion, His exasperating anxiety and despair, This cruel mental decay of Alzheimer’s. Acceptance hung in the desperate air, Petulance always only a breath away,

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

Armless Enemies

Armless Enemies short poem

In your domain walking with men of straw to immolate myself. If power was sacred why you did not stop the reversing of gender role? Oh, there was water on Mars streaking like the tears on your face. The apes

Saint Valentine’s Curse

Saint Valentines Curse short poem

All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?

Somalia Calling

Somalia Calling short poem

I met a talking moon on the road of death. What easily comes, goes easily with winds. I was counting the ribs of my dying child. He went into the woods to fight the unknown wars of hunger. Bunker: it

Wanting

Wanting short poem

Wishing that sometimes we talked Time seems to take away All that matters to me It seems our love is afray Never the same The look in your eyes Can’t disguise Lies hiding behind the smile I miss the real

Sui Generis

Sui Generis short poem

Looting after the earthquake: I have wrecked myself on my own terms. Bringing down the edifice of human cult, the man has come in the spin of richtor scale. Why does a crisis tears up the mask and animal comes

Higher And Higher

Higher And Higher short poem

Rising above my tears and sorrows Being above the storms raging by me Lifting me up to be in a place of glory God lifts me up for greater tomorrows Showing the wonder of His awesome Place of joy and

Uneven Path

Uneven Path short poem

It was a summer night. A windswept moonbeam plummeted. Sexualizing an indigo flesh. A butcher was seducing a spider, in company of a holy book. Sunbathing in mass grave of skulls. The eyes peeking out of the caps. You want

One

One prose poem

One may be Goodlooking but his Bad luck will not make him a filmy hero One may be intelligent but his Ego may come in the way of success One may be efficient but his over confidence may mar his

Blessed???

Blessed??? short poem

Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute

What We Feel Is True…

What We Feel Is True... short poem

I am an orphan, I think of my parents often, I hope that they are alive, But why they left me aside? They left me with a purpose, Or lost me in a ambush, All I want to know, Is