Coldnights Poems

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

The Shivering At Nights

The Shivering At Nights short poem

I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As

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The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so

Another Passing Day

Another Passing Day short poem

When my heart breaks I weep as I’ll weep for days, With weeks that’ll go by without any sleep I’ll stay wide awake, Where I’ll wait here in the same old tiring place, With nothing besides this woman on my

Sleepers Only

Sleepers Only prose poem

A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm

A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do, and why do I feel bad after doing them, It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate all that i thought sacred once want to be a man with

Inherent Charecter

Inherent Charecter short poem

Many times it may be a pleasure to meet your dear ones But some times it may be irritating too Mental make up determines our attitudes We may be rude when disturbed We may be pleasant when happy We may

The Poet And The King

The Poet And The King short poem

There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.

Stardust

Stardust short poem

Out of the cleft lip comes a muffled voice on the turn of events, to interrupt a call. Then the panic rises, the blood was oozing from the larynx. The winding mountain path goes to the end of blessing where

Humility

Humility short poem

While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst

Serendipity

Serendipity short poem

An act of wilfulness, and deliberate sustenance, towards the immaculate. Searching for the known the one that’s ‘unknown’ to the senses – too naive. Pushing towards that unsubstantial substance, does it truly exist? Focused solely on the gain, not minding

A Wish For You

A Wish For You short poem

A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety

For Nepal – I Am Moved

For Nepal   I Am Moved elegy

The asphalt glints silver As the pitter- patter of my feet Mingle with the sounds of laughter, Anticipation and wonder Seem to echo from the brilliance Of the mountains as they glint, Glow and rejoice in the sun. Now I

My Twin

My Twin long poem

Isolation from time and present existence, The air dabs a little splash of peace, Sometimes as a massage, sometimes as a scratch, Both share a bit of pain, But as a virgin to pleasure it feels all the same, It’s

Death

Death prose poem

Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense Love a person when he is living Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling. Death is just another goodbye, A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”

On A Dream

On A Dream ballad

Drifting through the meadow of love On a boat above the clouds Looking down on the face of Earth Colors of a Rainbow on dusty brown Creatures running round and round Demons slaying innocent dreams A gush of red flows

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Who is that enchanting beauty appearing often in my dreams ? who is that fairy tale lady getting embedded in my heart ? Look at the sky which is bending down in appreciation of her Oh my Love ! Come

Quarter Moon

Quarter Moon short poem

The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by

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

Oh Clock!

Oh Clock! long poem

Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??

My Place In Life?

My Place In Life? short poem

Money in Life Can Bring joy Can bring pain Can bring grief And Life without Money Can Bring all the Same How to Live; When No Passion Exists Who are we; What do we Become How do you find it

Molten Grief

Molten Grief short poem

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

Love ~ A Magical Touch

Love ~ A Magical Touch short poem

Lifeless it leaves, once it touches you.. Mistrust discomforts. Nothing can yet be better than this, that is why it is a four letter word, Love. Powerful, oh so powerful, the earth carries it like a fool. Attraction is now

Diving

Diving short poem

Forest was partisan lilies blushing, moon was parting the milky way, on the terrace the absurd man, and the spaces missing, the house locked in, are left wrecked manuscripts of attempts to save the translations of life’s books Give me

Ashes To Ashes

Ashes To Ashes short poem

Oh, the leaves of green that exist no longer As the days grow cold and a little stronger My heart and the seasons intertwined The child dies; the man grows less kind Experience is the lesson hard earned Best of

Starry Night

Starry Night short poem

The starry night then sunshine bright- I wake with you beside me- My dreams of you so precious few- Your scent it smells so lovely- We have some coffee and a port- I want to touch and hold you- I

Love

Love short poem

Tie me not within the shackles of illusion Drown me not amid the ocean of tears Remember me not in the throb of your desire Let not thy love get swayed… When scorned by the clutches of disdain But, let

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Look around, how bondage binds us all, All strive to leap over, cross the threshold that ends it all. Some rummage through the crowds, prepared to be martyrs in love. To take a hand and be its glove. Unfazed that

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill long poem

I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we

Happened Like This

Happened Like This long poem

I turned,by chance you raised your eyes and two worlds that never met saw the other side both wondering who’s that that froze my time both pondering what was that that caught the mind we realised our wants were the

Words Alone

Words Alone short poem

As if words of love could stand alone, Give shelter and feed me. Days when I was hungry, he fed, Provided for another family, But wrote and boasted about me. Cold nights caused me to shiver. No furious fire could

Reality Check

Reality Check short poem

All it take’s is that one small thing that can bring you back down to earth. To suddenly start thinking what your life has been worth. Did you achieve many of your goals? Or any of your plans in life?

True Freedom True Democracy

True Freedom True Democracy prose poem

After many years of slavery we still end up being enslaved today After many years of exploitation We are still being exploited till today Oh! brother is revolution time is time to live in a real world stand up and

The Key

The Key short poem

Adversity in our life is  like a wave of the sea Sometimes it’s cruelty And, seemed has no sign of tranquility. But no matter how hard is to be, The solution is not to flee ‘Cause ,It will make you

Perhaps

Perhaps short poem

A thought starts a fire loosening the lips. I want to scream. Between dreams and stars a sky hung with inverted moon. The desire springs a scythe but cannot cut a jellyfish of eye. A sunstroke was speechless without a

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

The Holy Bible

The Holy Bible prose poem

The Holy Bible so hard to understand but I hear people say that’s part of God’s Master plan. If you read and do what it say, it will bring the dawn of a brand new day. How do you read

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Legacy

Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion

Pacemaker

Pacemaker short poem

Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The