Costume poems bring the best collection of short and long costume poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great costume rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these costume poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on costume are here for you.
A blossom plant From distant yard Whispered in grief To the flies around : Would you love With same delight When I grow Gray from green? A Sparrow, chirps With perplexed gaze, From profound pride To none but air In
“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,
“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.
Summer sun strikes the earth with hot rays, As the honey bee stings the flowers with dismay. Her apple cheeks get redder than the dusk, pitiless rays never mind to do such silly task. The hot kisses of sun parch
sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the
Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one
The world has shrunk. Have sex in half-black bipartisan calculations. Ripping apart, no body was naked inside the costume. I was too wakeful under the ventilator. They were killing me methodically. It was theatrical. White gowns and blue gowns. Only
Retrieving a book from the calmness of it’s nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages As the pages were turned, one by one An image soon appeared, as bright as the sun There before
Blasting my senses with lasting noise, The heat of the moment through pain and joy, A testament of strength to hold on tight, Another day gone and another left to fight. Pass me your glances of scorn or praise, Make
I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In
Her words cut into him like a sword tearing deep into his flesh he uttered not a word She ruined his fascination erasing what was attained before it has gone; that simple infatuation A complaining spirit crept in, and constantly
We are making a living, Where humanity hardly exists; Where no love resides; Where compassion has died; Where beauty is deprived; Where only happiness is solipsism; And only sadness is breakup. In this living, The affluent is callous; The penurious
My afflicting Evil precedes our God himself; at dawn was born in turbulent oceans, sunken ravines that few had trod, ripe with fruits of ever-present torment. People rejoiced at my each rising word, trees uproot with the gesture of my
It’s the time of frosty days, And the nights glowing with starry skies. Every heart filled with bliss and joy, Smiles and laughter make the season full of life. It’s the time when fir trees are adorned with tiny lights,
Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.
I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words
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
Delilah: Samson! why do you imprison my love in the Dungeon of mistrust? The hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft feeling of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays. You truly do have the strength of
In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.
Absorbed in the eyes of a magnificent soaring Bald Eagle; a pristine alpine amphitheater, high in the Cascade Mountain Range. As early fall unfolds. This astute amphitheater fully clothed in the brisk autumn colors: Scarlet red, bright hues of orange,
Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the
Crush the piece of paper That is scribbled with words Of hatred in all the world! And write a letter To the author of our story Asking forgiveness for our ignorance In the matters of his judgment. Ask him, if
Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed
A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives
Again i hear the word in my heart falling like generous drops of peace flowing through my grateful core like honey glow of melted butter-mellow rays dancing on warm yellow flowers bursting through your smile meandering easing me comforting and
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to