Costume Poems

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.

Fragile Identity

Fragile Identity short poem

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

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The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster long poem

“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,

Blue Blooded

Blue Blooded short poem

“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.

A L I V E

A L I V E long poem

How has this affected me? How has this not affected me Am I even the same person anymore? I have been split. Split into two Before the rape After the rape Before I was me. I was alive. I was

Santa Claus

Santa Claus short poem

Every Christmas I receive All the gifts I want And, I wonder How Santa Claus Knows What I need most. My Santa Does not come All the way From North Pole Riding a Reindeer Sleigh! He does not Come in

Naughty Summer

Naughty Summer short poem

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

A Crazy Theme

A Crazy Theme short poem

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

The Fool

The Fool short poem

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

This Side Of Game

This Side Of Game short poem

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

The Jester

The Jester short poem

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

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Wax Poetry

Wax Poetry short poem

Stand up for what is true And for what is just Remember not your suffering Rejoice with youth and wonder Accept what cannot be changed Cry out for what is whole Do not hesitate The time is now What you

Try

Try short poem

Try I will, to start trying After you have broken; Not my heart, but my soul of truth. Try I will, to start trying After you have killed; Not my wishes, but my hope for good. Try I will, and

Autumn Leaves.

Autumn Leaves. short poem

We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us

The Decision

The Decision long poem

Standing at the top as she is about to drop People staring the street lights blaring but All I see is red as I look back in dread To the life that I’m leaving my heart is bleeding I have

What Am I To You?

What Am I To You? short poem

“What am I to you? A broken piece of your beer’s glass, Shattered reminders of your past?” “No,” he replied. “You are my beautiful snowflake. Stop this now. I have a headache.” But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt hurt

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

Succumb, Glutton

Succumb, Glutton long poem

A hesitant day for fat men and old women moving cautious but still slamming out the door and like infidels calling down a brace of ice spears exposed necks and those rounded shoulders so tender overloaded bodies knocked down stunned

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No short poem

You came as a pretty cute gift of love, That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’ We decided you will be there on the centre table, Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle Since then never

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams short poem

I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each

Reason In Emotion

Reason In Emotion short poem

With you a kiss is a way of veneration- for timeless togetherness in a religion! Sworn to live and die in devotion- So to hell with rebellion! A touch from you is a culmination- Of all that needs no second

Feeble Feathery Flakes

Feeble Feathery Flakes short poem

hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

Fruit Of The Vine

Fruit Of The Vine short poem

I’m not old. I’m fermented. I’m human liquor. I’m the human fruity When it’s been sitting around for a long time Decomposing Molecules changing structure Fine spirit Body and taste Of the upmost quality A premium blend Well aged My

The Islands Liberated

The Islands Liberated long poem

I saw a place with a thousand islands Stretching from the clouds to the deep Meeting people with talents of grand Liberated together, not by a pity demand A picture popped through my head Filled with colors blue and red

Withering

Withering short poem

I’ve a companion in despair my nails dig into the skin of it Leave me be, I’ve earned this fate My existence is fading fast like a drop of dew after morn I do not deserve your memory waste not

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

Safe-keepers

Safe keepers short poem

Too tired to sleep on in the morning, I wake up afraid of my own dreams, when the garbage truck arrives at my backdoor.Those men collecting everything with gloves, their tanned and hardened skin. They’re my stepbrothers because they feel

Poet

Poet prose poem

I’ve fallen in love with the poet In all its dimensions rippling across the pool of time, incarnate in its everything the rosy cheeked and wet lipped girl rattling existential verse over the clamor of a twelve car train, barreling

Behind A Door

Behind A Door prose poem

The circus of life runs behind a door. We sway in trapeze, fall on a safety net, balance the cycle of events and drive a car in closed globe. In real world the show always runs in a tent, cash

Process

Process short poem

Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first

Blast

Blast long poem

You seem to think there won’t be anyone else like you. Well, let me start by saying you’re dead wrong. There will always be others People come and go Just like the tides You seem to think I should be

Eternal Love

Eternal Love short poem

A flame that may flicker with time It never dies nor loses its shine As bright as a star or even brighter it shines A bond stonger that words can explain Your heart, soul and mind I’ve obtained Us together

The Legend Of Pygmalion

The Legend Of Pygmalion ballad

Once lived a King of Cyprus famed Who held all women folk in disdain He eluded wedlock, never to be tamed While his people, they cried prayers in vain Venus at last chose to answer their call From the heavens

Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose, has set my desire for her to the skies But I am unable to make out whether she is in Love with me She walked past me like a cool breeze

Things I Love

Things I Love short poem

Things I love I love people who are humble and honest Sometimes direct but always ready to reach out I love music, poetry, singing and writing And affecting in a positive way the way people decide living And being thanked

The Storm

The Storm short poem

The Cyclonic storm creates havoc on land The turmoils in life wreck havoc in mind The cyclonic storm floods the land with waters The turmoils in life disturbs the mind with tears The cyclonic storm uproots trees and objects The

I’ve Forgotten The Summer Sun

Ive Forgotten The Summer Sun ballad

Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty, The way the northern winds blew my skirts was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives, It was under that noon, I met thee. Racing against cold blankets from afar, and fighting cocooned

Not Much Of Nothing (if Anything)

Not Much Of Nothing (if Anything) short poem

Well and these days are sad days Not Much of Nothing If Anything To brag about I must say…well the Candles still burn bright, I still live By the moonlight and you, you are Still the love of my life

Darkness, Rain And Farmers

Darkness, Rain And Farmers ode

Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And trees Be it heat or frigid, poorer dies.