Comus Poems

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

On Mr. John Milton’s Comus

On Mr. John Milton’s Comus short poem

For Lord’s exultant installation thou Singest for the performance at Ludlow, Of greatest Virtue that high Heav’n bestows On mansions virgin demoiselles doth house, That no temptation could utterly soil, No evil spirit ever durst to foil, Nor Circe’s son

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Facing Thy Face

Facing Thy Face prose poem

Thy lovable face- The boom of life And to seek that Is the charm of life Lustrous What sparks that possesses which sets fire worries of this and that world come whence the waves of exhilaration From rosy lips which

Birds with clipped wings

Birds with clipped wings short poem

A Clock ticking on over time Was the first reminder To pack the bags again. That indiscreet hoot of the cab Made it even worser. Time to be on the roads again, Leaving two frail souls to fend for themselves

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

Something Strange

Something Strange short poem

From the point where the sky met the sea, Shot down a lighning bolt, And in tremor, it hit my boat. The sea growled like a monster, And I cried like a kid. I was all alone in the sea.

Real history

Real history short poem

Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was

Yielding

Yielding short poem

Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

A Wish Against Time

A Wish Against Time short poem

Wish thoughts that float above, came in strips hale and hearty, to pluck from and party. If moon could cushion the burns of the night as good as the day’s and dump them in fuselages to spray, the trees would

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 Handful Of Victories

A Handful Of Victories short poem

Where death and exotica meet, life stands naked in midst of our sacred hymns, Shadow fighting is not actuality. An essay on truth fades. Someday I will pull down the curtain. At the end of the road, death waits, apologizing

Blackened Crozier

Blackened Crozier short poem

Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulation the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracotta of superposition of speech, hiding self-interest. Blackened Crozier for wrinkled crotch, drops the ashes of love on unopened

The Poet

The Poet short poem

The poet is that kind old man You met while on the train The poet is that little kid Who’s eating grass again. The poet is the waiter At that coffee shop you like. The poet is that triathlete, Riding

Petrichor

Petrichor short poem

The call came into my blood through a darkening on a hot morning rumble of traffic cleared like a party when everyone stops talking that first deep cough came a long way that glint could have been sun on chrome

You And Only You

You And Only You short poem

I Love You,I Love You. Forever I whisper you. You are a fine piece of art. Accept a little piece of my heart. Embrace You,Embrace You. Forever I caress you. My mind unable to erase you. My heart throbbing to

Again

Again short poem

Fell in love – again Felt another’s love – again Idolized someone- again Blossomed long after the spring- again. There won’t be pain – again Will pleasure be sweeter savoured, rhythmic pounding pouring together with you in me dissolving- again.

This is Not a Poem

This is Not a Poem short poem

I like to write poetry sometimes, Weave little bits of my life into little stories, But this is not a poem. It isn’t meant to be a poem. I don’t feel like poetry today… Wait, “weave little bits of my

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part-3)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part 3) prose poem

Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart

Before I Change

Before I Change short poem

Before I go back into this sickening world, before I see people doing things that they never wished. Before I know people are not busy as they seem to be. Before I forget the true colours of my heart. Before

I Exalt Thee

I Exalt Thee short poem

For so long I have been down so low lost in the darkness of doubt, the Devil kept saying you think and you worry way too much but Jesus said I am the way, the love and the life, his

Now, Then, Now..

Now, Then, Now.. short poem

Now, I like walking in the rain, but I hate lightening and thunder. I like the fragrance of the soil, but why this yucky mud? I wonder. I prefer raincoats to umbrella, and rain-boots to match and pair. “Bare feet

The Perfect Horizon

The Perfect Horizon prose poem

I’m waiting for the day when I yell at you and you don’t yell back at me. Rather you take it all. Because it’s all about the sacrifices that we make for each other. You take it all without uttering

I Love The Rain, But…

I Love The Rain, But... short poem

Overwhelmed, the sky precipitates, pouring its guts out; luckily I sit on the dry side of the pane, snugly… smugly… till… A pigeon flits, looking for its 6 inches, as all around birds fight for every inch; a dog dives

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

Yearn

Yearn short poem

The best kind of face is a familiar face But not entirely; something that screams safe But isn’t; someone driving four wheels but maybe not all four someone with routines; No. He should call me at the Devil’s hour Whisk

Take A Lover

Take A Lover long poem

“Take a lover” she said As if it were my choice. As if there would be a line-up and I would walk along it and grab a lover by the hand, turn calmly to the audience and state, “This one

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Devils Delight

Devils Delight long poem

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings

We The Fate Makers

We The Fate Makers short poem

To stay in peace Shun going clinics, Never do any such Need to near police. For the first Be used to walks And light exercises To stay fit, For the second Never ever argue To avoid any rift. Both save

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

I Don’t Know Why

I Dont Know Why long poem

I already know Me and you, together we belong But if you want to let the others know About the rise and the fall About drunk night beatings because of telephone calls Of emotions and emptiness Yes my mind is

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

In The Order Of Peace

In The Order Of Peace short poem

What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a

I

I short poem

I am not defined by your appraisal ratings. I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father. I am not defined by your hollow looks every

Service

Service long poem

cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,

That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

Merry Christmas Wishes A Little Angel

Merry Christmas Wishes A Little Angel long poem

O Little angel O little angel from tranquil galaxy of rebirth coming through milky sky ways to land on the human earth singing merry Christmas songs with basket of wonderful toys some for her innocent girls and some for naughty