Consolation Poems

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

Indoors

Indoors short poem

Today, small things ask some uncomfortable questions. I enter the eye of a wound. Unscathed, will i obey the law of believing; the round mirror? It reflects the absolute truth? Consolations, they begin the attack in the valley of thoughts;

A Vintage Friend

A Vintage Friend prose poem

Forget me not, my vintage friend, though life in me takes flight. I’m with you now and always, though far and out of sight. Remember all the best of times and love that we both shared, and let those memories

Poems containing references to : Consolation

National Highway 31 A

National Highway 31 A ode

Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense

Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day short poem

Don’t stay away my dear, Valentine’s Day is knocking at the door. I am leaping with joy, When you would come and say hi ! Self-consolation is not fruitful, anymore, It is intolerable to tolerate your departure. Saint Valentine, may

On Love And Life In Redoubt

On Love And Life In Redoubt elegy

This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar

Superstar

Superstar short poem

I bask in the glory of your warm embrace As your photonic fingers caress my face, Looking down on me, there you are. Who am I to share in your energy? Why do I deserve your rays to enter me?

The empty room

The empty room prose poem

He sat on the floor of his old room, his back Against the wall – everything was gone And the room said nothing though it had heard everything He’d ever said or thought, declared or mumbled under his breath The

The Daisy In A Vase

The Daisy In A Vase short poem

Through the stormy desert Your thirst staggered for days, And ends up sipping Fresh experiences as consolation. An ocean of memories inside heart Constantly combust like wild flames, Yet seems so peaceful Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.

Shadows In Her Heart

Shadows In Her Heart short poem

I’m looking at him he is looking at someone else i’m helping her yet she thanks someone else I’m tagging along behind them they walk even faster I get home and call my mom she is busy I go to

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Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

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

Puppy Love

Puppy Love short poem

I used to swoon, gush, internally combust every time i saw your face. At 15, I thought you were sculpted by the greek Gods, I thought each time your skin grazed upon mine, I felt electricity within. Exhilaration. At 20,

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day sonnet poems

’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Creator In His Attributes

Creator In His Attributes prose poem

Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to

My Lost Soul Will Bleed On

My Lost Soul Will Bleed On short poem

I’m driving down this cold and lonely road in the dark. I’m looking for the things that used to matter. Is it love or is it fear that I am feeling? With a loss for words, I sit in the

Have You Ever Been In My Country?

Have You Ever Been In My Country? short poem

Have you ever seen the sun setting and the moon rising together the three oceans mixing with each other the peacock welcoming the rain where the farmer will be found tinkling the golden wheat grain where we will find the

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to

She

She long poem

She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family

Progress With War

Progress With War long poem

The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of

Must I Endure?

Must I Endure? short poem

What should you do when people bother you? not react? not notice? not speak? just endure????? It is easier said than done When they stare in your face When their auras are dark and they eat up your space When

Ode To Red

Ode To Red ode

I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an

Rice Cereals

Rice Cereals short poem

There is magic in rice cereals. They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan, and soon become snowy cool Delphinium. Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth, a mug-full keeps you cool in summer. Roasted rice is fluffy and light,

Divine Musings

Divine Musings prose poem

In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish

From Front

From Front short poem

It burrows deeper in the covert recess of pain, shunning violence of light: the epicenter of Armageddon, giving collective death to providence in a proxy war. The collasal gossip rests on the river of ashes, deflects the incredible starved children

Friends

Friends ballad

Strangers meet, merge their lives Shadows fade… Time revives the highs of life Dreams renew, nightmares die Two hearts may find that life provides… A refuge from their strife Old wounds heal, when life reveals What kindred spirits share Tears

Where Do We Go?

Where Do We Go? short poem

Where do we go from here? faceless ones causing death, what do they hope to gain? by creating all this pain. Is the cause so great, in this head full of hate, to maim and kill a child, does this

Wrestling In Jr. High

Wrestling In Jr. High short poem

That intense desire to avoid physical contact counteracted by the desire to kill – the boy who harassed everyone in the locker room scourge of rat-tail towel and barbs about holey underwear or a lack of hair down there the

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

She wept incessantly, Strived hard to bury her memories In the deepest black-holes of her mind Where no luminance penetrates. She idled the hours in melancholy, “An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says. No optimistic whim enters her darkest Black-

The Dark Hour

The Dark Hour short poem

Standing on the road, that diverges at the end One way leads to green glory, another to the dark lane The lane never travelled, is the one I wish for As Darkness chased me, but I followed a star Standing

Composed Upon Hyde Park

Composed Upon Hyde Park sonnet poems

Ah, let come this stifling breeze now to ye all! Such sweet sap envelops my every pore, Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall? For I fear the amber of daylight no more. Dormant they recline on fields of

The Rain

The Rain short poem

When the clouds frown, She drips down. She’s the battle’s victory Of the massive maddened clouds Fought to rub out the dearth. She fills the world, With the bliss of cool breeze, the sorrows end. with her mild blow, the

Love’s Demise

Loves Demise long poem

I woke up, got hit by a rock No wait, feels more like a truck It doesn’t matter I’m broken and my heart is scattered Listen closely friend; LOVE does not matter Those empty promises, shallow vows The memories, the

Sunshine

Sunshine short poem

Beautiful colors are filling my day with a smile I just walk a long the way people are passing by and greeting me ’cause they see, what I see I’m not more, not less, just a girl with a voice

Cupid’s Loss

Cupids Loss short poem

Cupid wrote a poem  Hefty in the shape of hearts The mischievous wind grew jealous Plotting to scatter his heartfelt leaflets            Not remembering their order  He sorted them best he could The wind laughed at his misfortune Proud of its

Fate

Fate short poem

She screamed at the edge “Fate cannot be changed”, she fell I reached my hand, like many times This time I catch thin air I screamed, shouted, begged She never came She was tired of the game That she was

Struggle

Struggle short poem

The feeling of discontent Blood boiling inside Trying to keep it together Bursting at the seams Frustration takes over Simplicity comes with a price..in an unattainable world The inside doesn’t match the outside How did I get here? The Struggle

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality prose poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Playing with perspectives, I lost the original one Lost the hope of ever finding it even and then I saw it coming back to me like a slow motion capture of moments gone by I could see what it meant