Coverup Poems

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

All I Unread

All I Unread short poem

I unwrite a song for she, a gratis homage. Questioning imperils the sky, clouds would not weep. A cover-up comes to quote scriptures the meaning of deployment. Was I feeling smug after counting the pages of unread death? ———————————————– I

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Butterfly Wings

Butterfly Wings short poem

Once, not so long ago, There were many many beautiful flowers, And the exotic winged butterflies, Fluttered around them , Almost in a state of trance. On one such occasion, A brightly winged butterfly, Saw a wilting flower, And chose

The Paper Flower

The Paper Flower short poem

I blamed my nose for not being able to smell the flowers Till that dark night in the alley when I smelled them Felt sorry for the nose, after all it did not fail me Rather I failed to make

The Decision

The Decision short poem

I know this isn’t the answer, But hell it’s a good option. They call me a coward, But they know nothing. My life being suffocated, But it’s my own hands, My own hands are choking me. Oh why am I

Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem

It’s a tale of the daughter of India! A tale of a young girl so pale Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male. She began her day with a fine sunshine, And ended her day with an inhuman

Teardrops

Teardrops short poem

Precious pearls are thy teardrops Whose price exceeds to infinity. A weapon as mighty as a sword That can be your greatest defense till eternity. When salty water run down our cheeks The anger in us vanishes, A way to

Making Soda

Making Soda short poem

She made her soda by the handful, three handfuls of flour, a pinch of salt, a pinch of soda, a half pint of buttermilk, from an urn, not a carton. She made her soda by the handful, one hand that

Medusa

Medusa prose poem

Some said she was very proud of her beauty but some say serving Goddess Athena was her duty some said she compared herself with goddesses some said she was a simple priestess according to some she was desired by Zeus

Conscience

Conscience prose poem

My conscience has returned from his long journey. Finally, it has not been aware of what happened. My soul was brutally wounded and shattered. What happened to her? She swam right through the sea to the horizon looking for hope

Absence

Absence short poem

Moments when I need a fulcrum, Like now, when the need for your presence Hangs overwhelming harder than your memory. Now means not just this night Whose sky like is covered with a black orchid petal, Mourning sheet over the

Departure

Departure long poem

Looking at this photograph its so shocking to see that which I have never seen I cannot put a voice to the face I now see as I have never heard the voice! My wish as a little pea was

Maa’s Love

Maas Love short poem

A mother and son returning from the school mother carrying the heavy bag and the bottle in one hand, another fully extended— covering the child’s head with a palm overworked lending little shade from the scorching Mumbai sun her own

An Unborn Prayer

An Unborn Prayer short poem

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

Fly

Fly short poem

Standing on the edge With my arms wide open Feeling the cold wind Stinging my face With eyes closed and darkness all around And then I felt a sudden glow Opened my eyes and saw Sun had risen in all

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

Our First Encounter

Our First Encounter short poem

You commend me for my boldness, but it is I who commend you for taking the chance towards your future. I will show you a world you have not yet seen or could imagine, for through my eyes you will

I Don’t Want To Grow Up

I Dont Want To Grow Up short poem

I don’t want to grow up When I see friends drifting apart, when I see my mom and dad getting old, Everything is changing, going out of hand. I don’t want to grow up. Miss the carefree life I had,

Don’t Give Up

Dont Give Up long poem

Some might say I’m stubborn, I’m not sure if that’s true You have your opinion but I have got mine too, You’re not living in my head, you don’t hear it say, The voice that says “Don’t dare give up

Traces

Traces prose poem

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

I Am Anne

I Am Anne short poem

Someday while sitting at my table, I’d love to meet Anne of Green Gables, Then My Eight Cousins she would meet, They’re lots of fun and kind and sweet. But I have cousins by the dozens, Their chatter sounds like

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. I was willing to play the game. Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore basking in heat of silk throat, I asked the needles to go ahead and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017 short poem

Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they

Sorry

Sorry short poem

I love you so very much Even though at times I do things that hurt. I try so hard to hope that you always see, How much you being in my life means to me. I am sorry yet again

Forgotten Purposes

Forgotten Purposes short poem

And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane

I Am Taxed Extra To Live!

I Am Taxed Extra To Live! short poem

A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,

A Delusion

A Delusion short poem

Mirror O mirror , Fair,unbiased , Thou showst what you see A form of me, Without preconceptions Sylvia Plath quotes, Humans shy from your ability , Efforts thrived , To hid behind veil of hypocrisy, Mirror O truth, The Recite

Unruffled

Unruffled short poem

Was I sane? Like poetry infiltrating, when you were eating grass? And money was walking free. The hollow eyes had the moral authority to expunge the fidelity from the book. Are the blue needles hurting you, I was asking moon?

The Dawning Of The Moon Light

The Dawning Of The Moon Light short poem

The woeful world; Is transforming itself to a pale shadow of my dusking life Bright as a shimmering sunlight My homeless soul is withering with the rising moonlight. I see the gloominess of ice that surrounds my feeble unfair world

You Can Do It

You Can Do It short poem

Your thoughts are your life Dream big and then strive. Your mind is your limit, Believe in yourself and reach the success summit. Disappointments’ inevitable, Don’t be afraid ‘Coz they’re gonna make you exceptional. There are obstacles in your way,

Symphony

Symphony short poem

I have dipped my fingers in the blood of the victim and asked for the version of the surgeon. The precocious death? Do I need another witness? Who was trapped under the fallen tree? Only the passer – by was

For Ages

For Ages short poem

It was the 5th of June, Oh baby! Your eyes shone brighter than the moon, You held my hand and I looked into those magical eyes, Which then made me realise that A girl like you is impossible to find.

Absconding Perpetrator

Absconding Perpetrator prose poem

Let me lick the drunken lips of your thirsty nights Le`chez rubbed with kisses Soul undressed in an ugly nudity of deceitful charm… Was it a forbidden thrill peeping out of hungry eyes? Or was it a bedridden dream of

Sunrise

Sunrise short poem

Wake early in the morning, see the sun rise, feel vibrant, alive, to your surprise, can also make you wise. The sights beyond man. Link with infinity, ask and understand, this was all planned. Be amazed, smile and nod, when

The Mask

The Mask elegy

Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind. Your best friend says your pretty without makeup.

The Hustler

The Hustler short poem

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was

Flashing Lights

Flashing Lights short poem

I know where I’m going, Though I’m in no rush to get there. I have time to myself, And I will let my journey take me, To where my fate decides. I see some flashing lights across the road Which

Woman

Woman short poem

allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of

Money – A Cruel Agent – 4

Money   A Cruel Agent – 4 short poem

The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.

Greying Streets

Greying Streets short poem

Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,