Corporeal Poems

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

Corporeal Manifestation

Corporeal Manifestation prose poem

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

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My Father’s House Has Many Mansions.

My Fathers House Has Many Mansions. long poem

In life we look through many windows, and we walk through many doors And in the pages that we share, we visit many different shores, For in our rooms we roam so many ways to find the things we seek

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and

Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.

What The Fly Saw

What The Fly Saw short poem

Of a sudden, I am alive It came, the curse, it’s me the Fly Realization Of my Sisyphisian plight To search To yearn To fly Ţo die Is it compulsion that drives me or is it a mission from God.

Paul Dice

Paul Dice elegy

A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger

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Lie, lay in the dungeons alive

Lie, lay in the dungeons alive short poem

Lie to yourself; said my heart, Lie and say; I’m happy, Lie and say; my life is full, Lie and say; you’re beautiful. Lie and say; I need not a thing, Lie and say; where is, trouble? Lie and say;

Fire And Straw

Fire And Straw short poem

Lovers of death were on prowl: nothing was finished.Smart words were bouncing back. Quotes by the fire had stripped down the carnage. More bombs in courtyard and hope was confronting death. Few branded names were causing rift in the ranks

Without You

Without You short poem

I often imagine what you’re doing, are you awake and thinking about me? Whenever you close your eyes, Is it my face that you see? Visions of what we used to be, Keep floating around in my mind. You were

Can We Trust What We See?

Can We Trust What We See? prose poem

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real?

The Fertility Of The Mother

The Fertility Of The Mother short poem

Here below the oppressive heat On ground parched and cracked In dark and pregnant sheet A thousand clouds above gathered Streaks of lightning signal the vent As thunder roars in rapture With joyous cries they mingle The first drops downwards

The Clouds And The Sun

The Clouds And The Sun short poem

On a dull and dreary day When the sky was overcast With dark and dismal clouds I sat feeling so despondent Absence of warmth and sunshine Slowed down the routine business The day seemed longer than usual As if time

Eyes Like Snake

Eyes Like Snake short poem

Your eyes are like snake so charming and so warming Your gait is like a deer which give impression of beer Your all other body gestures are so daring and alarming I have taken you in being wonderfully near and

I Saw You Through The Window Pain

I Saw You Through The Window Pain short poem

I saw you through the window pain My heart was broken from the hammer you had fall No nothing really matters in my life at all There’s something quite not right about the way you call I know he was

Her, So Beautiful

Her, So Beautiful short poem

The fable resounds with absolute conviction, From the voice of her, so beautiful, Her, so beautiful bearing such an affliction, As to be wholly accepting of a language utterly mutable, In the night the love does grow, Like the elements

A Calf Love Crisis

A Calf Love Crisis ballad

I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How’s your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends For a little time, Like

All Is Not Lost

All Is Not Lost prose poem

All is Not Lost To you without a partner feeling lost and alone To you without food, starving broke without a home All is not lost – you have a glorious life ahead Do not dwell on the past, erect

Happenings

Happenings short poem

A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape, catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get

On freedom

On freedom short poem

I spent a lifetime Trying to be different How can I complain then, That I don’t fit in? Who is this? Why has he trapped me? Illuminated confines of ability. Decorative boundaries of relation. Soft prison cells, comfortably. If it

Destiny

Destiny prose poem

Destiny —– Is it really the unseen something Determined by omnipotent fate As it is ofttimes defined ? Or just a quasi dream Propelled by intense desire That doesn’t let you sleep Even when you are really tired It’s truely

Deeep Down The Sea

Deeep Down The Sea short poem

Deep down the sea In the dense forest Where I live alone The birds do not chirp The songs are not sung The tears do not flow The silence prevails everywhere The death makes its sound I still try to

Nipple Flowers

Nipple Flowers ode

As if it was a long drawn wait As if she is the known one The people’s sound And the sound of silence Pure pleasure of bondless Bondings That light The light of nipple flowers Upward Not in direction But

Sweet Maria

Sweet Maria short poem

I saw Mary with sweet serenity This feeling she brought to me Is never to be taken Again and again it will never end My eyes are weary My tears solidarity Fall down with a smile But she took it

What New Realms Await?

What New Realms Await? prose poem

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

“marching Saints” ~ forever And A Day !

marching Saints ~ forever And A Day ! short poem

On the lines of the poem ‘Daffodils’, I quote my words once for the view uphill ! Plush green ferns,algae laden trees.. Behold! my sight catches a line of men in “Olive Green” Weapon they gripped, capped with camouflaged nets

Shakuntala: A Reflection!

Shakuntala: A Reflection! short poem

She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,

Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm short poem

Yes, getting lost in that one. He who listens to your every word that falls from my lips. He who extends his arm out to lift me up when I can’t stand anymore. He who embraces me with his strong

Remains

Remains short poem

The dying embers of our love burn a bright orange. In the distance, rain clouds announce their arrival. By morning, everything will be washed out. Maybe I’ll return to collect the ashes…

Kiss The Book

Kiss The Book short poem

I Like a book you can read a face of mine Just, again, don’t pass me by. My lips as desert are dry greatly, You can open them plainly. And see how I yearn to sip The nectar of your

My Lipstick

My Lipstick short poem

My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel

Superficial Change

Superficial Change short poem

Once, I thought to change the world But, today I am looking around me The world is changing me like the superficial sea. There are lots of men but their masks in the face More or less Critical to trace

Here, In My Arms.

Here, In My Arms. long poem

She was the blessing, She was the smile. She was the much awaited, From my womb into my hands. She was so tiny, Yet so appealing. One said–so red, fresh & blooming, Yeah, she was my little rose! For the

Defeating Evil

Defeating Evil short poem

The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The moon spends her beauty and wins the hearts of many, The poet spends his heart and makes him free . .

Reminiscing

Reminiscing short poem

I think of you When I pass by the roads we drove on. Times when we’d be out till the break of dawn. I remember you When it rains and how we’d get wet together. We both used to look

Come On Dear Clouds

Come On Dear Clouds short poem

It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout! The heat inside now shrieks for outing, The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you, And what I inhale is shivering my body, I know you are dancing

A Child

A Child prose poem

They like to pose , just as the pretty rose, they like to fly like birds so high in the sky, they act naughty like a little monkey, they like to be clicked every time, they like to interact as

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door prose poem

Walking through my House of Knowledge I came upon a door. The words that ran across the top I had not read before. “Because I love you, you must not go behind this door, I beg you so. This house

Life Never Ends

Life Never Ends short poem

Life is a stage, do not get stuck on one phase. Life is a journey, you won’t achieve anything early. Life is an opportunity, where you have to show your creativity. Life is full of colours , just open your