Convent Poems

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

The Dead Nun

The Dead Nun short poem

Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young

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Forget Me

Forget Me short poem

Are you too busy drinking While I’m on the floor sinking Are you too busy forgetting about me Getting high around 3 Forgetting who was always there for you All we had been through Do I even know this new

Here Comes Monsoon

Here Comes Monsoon short poem

The wait is finally over Time to experience a complete makeover Amidst the thunder raindrops will be drippin’ Turning dusty leaves fresh and green ”I’m the sole power”, thought the summer heat Through tiny drops of water it faced defeat

Love Is Key

Love Is Key long poem

Mental Illness not just a topic of discussion. A subject that many distance themselves from. As if they will suffer severe repercussion. The true reality of this illness is cast down. Ignored and simply dismissed. Biological and spiritually. This illness

Deep Into The Sea

Deep Into The Sea short poem

As I slowly walk into a fine sunny day, Gently picking and kicking the white sand along the bay, I look at the sea and begin closing my eyes, feel the coldness of the air that soothes me, And opening

If Only Bucks Could Bargain

If Only Bucks Could Bargain short poem

Nostalgia and memories dreams and reveries The undying hopes overflowing joy from the eyes Silent hug or a kiss of a child a stroll in the wild Tying tiny bud to a daughter’s braid soothing your son that scars and

Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine

Hanging On A Honey Suckle Vine short poem

Swaying in the hot August breeze HANGING ON A HONEY SUCKLE VINE Back and forth, suspended in time Heart over mind… Well I feel almost like 15 again And I knew just how much you Loved me just by the

Joy Of Aging

Joy Of Aging prose poem

The world slows down. That’s a good thing. Priorities change, also good. The rat race fades into memory. It’s now time to appreciate things. Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder, keep their heads above water. Time for

Evolution

Evolution short poem

I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them

Words

Words short poem

The written word is a powerful thing From a simple rhyme to a song we can sing With music and melody, emotions are stirred They live in your memory from the day they are heard Words of love in a

Vitamin “L”

Vitamin L short poem

It all begins with God and nature when we are born , and bring to every face a smile…, As we grow and enjoy the world , sing and dance – classical or freestyle…. We forget and consume every grain

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Bright eyes, puckered lips Intensified by the moment, wanting it to be perfect Craving fame. Preparations manifold To derive the face to outshine any other Terrificly mesmerizing. Devices outsmarting the smartest Desire for renown numbs the human intellect Nudging them

God’s Plan

Gods Plan short poem

As a poet, I may dream and conjure the conversations And in mute silence, the unexplainable, There is no word to describe this state of things, They sailed along things on their own fashion and course of ordinary interludes, On

Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

Amazing how Time elapsed Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand I feel I am not even a competitor to

Can A Hurt Soul Fall In Love?

Can A Hurt Soul Fall In Love? short poem

I am yearning to keep you so close Destiny and Fate pull you far away I look at you from afar My soul forgets every pain This is so mystical I never thought it would ever happen My soul was

Life

Life short poem

Life is but a journey, like one’s journey in a train Where scenes and locales pass you by As you move past them during your journey in the train. No trace, no memories get left behind As you disembody at

What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I

Dream Of You

Dream Of You short poem

Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt

The Rest Of Me

The Rest Of Me short poem

That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.

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

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

Soapy feeling

Soapy feeling short poem

Each touch of yours absolves me all, but takes away a part of yours. One day, be known for sure, you’ll disappear into thin air serving selflessly to me and my full body bare. This love is continual for you

Salutation

Salutation prose poem

Hail to you o majestic mountain Bedecked with the crown of snow-capped peaks You seem to dominate the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated in the sky . Blessed with heavenly grace and charm Surrounded by an aura from

The Music Never Stops

The Music Never Stops prose poem

Love stands in the corner at a party it might not have been invited to. Waiting for a boy who is too shy to say that it isn’t the drink he ordered. Or for a girl who is trying her

Unending

Unending short poem

In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.

Mother

Mother short poem

Mother’s a sensitive heart When the child gets out of sort Mother, blessed with sensitive heart grows restless and sustains pain like one wounded by darts A mother brings up her child providing it nutritious meal And inspires to conduct

I long to be little

I long to be little short poem

A giggle here a giggle there, Wish I was little again, Would have cared less, About the strain and the pain Built castles in the sand, And waited for waves to erase, Would have ambled off in greens, Been lost

Adjudicate

Adjudicate short poem

Who is wrong Who is Wrong I say Is it me because I went the wrong way? You are yelling you are screaming I’m listening but I’m not hearing I can’t, I can’t, you’re too loud, my ear is ringing

Crazy Freedom

Crazy Freedom short poem

I am a tenacious spirit with wild hair I look crazy at times which is why you all stare I don’t care, stare if you want I don’t mind your teases and taunts I am unique and embrace who I

Who Is This John

Who Is This John long poem

Who is this that keeps me awake all night long, Who even my pride bows down, Who fills all the gaps in my puzzles? Who my world feels so huge without them, Who is the epitome of beauty; my prince,

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The

The Train

The Train short poem

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clicky clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell: You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

As In A Dream

As In A Dream short poem

Miracle love developing, Instant love unfolding, Erotic love awakening, Almost too good to be True it does seem As In As In a Dream… Well and we know there Is a great force at work here It must be fate

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb long poem

Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over

Achiever

Achiever short poem

If you want to achieve do not sleep just wake up and keep it moving do not stop grooming you have dreams tell us by them what you mean step forword do not be a coward be the youngest achiever

The Beach

The Beach prose poem

The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..

Positive Expressions

Positive Expressions long poem

Positive expressions I may try to impress But you are expressing The art inside your hearts Your minds are full of moves And jumps Already reached the outermost Level The fast moves more than fast reactions Bending your bodies like

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

I Talk To Myself

I Talk To Myself short poem

When i get lost in the gyre of thoughts virulent will, helps me survive “I talk to myself ” The Art is my own. Often i skew towards ‘the abominable’ loath it without a halt and i become a fiend