Customers Poems

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

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Poems containing references to : Customers

Star-crossed

Star crossed short poem

They always met at that restaurant you never saw full more waitresses than customers despite the good location the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together while

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

A Tribute To Sam Walton

A Tribute To Sam Walton elegy

Sam Walton was an ordinary man Who started with a simple plan His only dream to be the best Not bigger, but better than the rest His wife Helen was the one Who helped Sam Walton get it done When

The Clock Guy

The Clock Guy prose poem

There once Lived a man named Mr McDocks, he loved one thing and THAT thing was clocks. He fixed them and sold them; he had his own shop, he treasured them always; it JUST wouldn’t stop. He had watches, grandfathers

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The Valueless Treasure

The Valueless Treasure short poem

I am running behind the golden treasure, Not realizing what is actual pleasure. I am a person with greed in my soul, Not seeing the monster inside this gold. I am not the man who cares for the other, Not

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Pulsating

Pulsating short poem

In the cavernous mind a thought becomes redundant. You go straight for a snakeroot. A flat cluster of white flowers spurs a stigma at the white moon for floating rumors. This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry. The threads

Change

Change short poem

If you see a change in me It’s not because I want it you see It’s hard to be who I want to be When I’m pushed to the limits you see I’ve had the soul ripped out of me

Has Someone Ever…

Has Someone Ever… short poem

Has someone made you smile? Ever so quietly That your heart sang a song Deafeningly …. Carelessly Has someone touched your heart? Ever so gently That joy wet your eyes Emotionally … Selflessly Has someone lead you on, Ever so

If You Find No Poem (v3)

If You Find No Poem (v3) short poem

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, your life poorly edited but no broken dashes or injured meter- If you do not wear white satin dresses late in life

Poor We

Poor We short poem

Middle class mentalities and the dreams of diamonds Musical nights in the clubs with books of bibles Oceans of beauties but the horrible depths World adores the transparency of my breaths Quiet calm lips with the suspicious smiles Bare flawless

Rosa’s Way Out

Rosas Way Out prose poem

Sweeping blood drops from her mouth, crying with anguished sobs Rosa ran to open the door, but Owen caught her by her wrist. Why are you doing this to me she stated? Owen hit her again with no reply. He

No Hurts

No Hurts short poem

This was an embryonic stimulus for a sprint. Knowledge itself has no legs. Can you run faster than thoughts? The sniper will take you in the open field. I had hoped to die in your arms. The podium was too

Which Ever Way

Which Ever Way short poem

Life is like Deepavali crackers Some crack with thunder And some fizzle out committing blunder life is like a Flowing river Some keep going and reach the summit Like a perennial river reaching the Sea And some get stuck up

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

Isabella

Isabella short poem

Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain

Against The Times

Against The Times short poem

Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip

Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me short poem

When I was a kid There was interest, a little bit About toxication It was in my mood “It is a supplement good For health” I bought tobacco one day I remember that was day Of celebration Surprised act for

Sojourn

Sojourn short poem

          It was razed within a day, a change of hands quite possible I say, now it’s been crushed to all mud and dust, life is about change for change is a must. It shall now

Smack Dashed Me

Smack Dashed Me short poem

May be a tight smack was a requisite. I needed to perk up and get going It’s been too long that I weep for Reviling myself For everything For nothing For something Which I was not liable! Tears ran down

Religion As Philosophy

Religion As Philosophy prose poem

Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.

Knowledgeable

Knowledgeable short poem

I am UNaware that Knowledge is so deep that it can’t be measured I thought the little knowledge that I gained is as huge as the universe I felt none could match my intelligence I believed that I can make

Soulmates

Soulmates short poem

A love i have never known before But i know you for thousand lives Feeling your hands on mine on the go I recognise our love, it survived With a bond very rare and true Space and time cannot compete

What Is Love

What Is Love short poem

Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.

Things Adults May Frown Upon

Things Adults May Frown Upon long poem

=========================================== A story of the glory—– especially if you’re a tyke—– of how to help your clueless parents distinguish between being childish, or the so much better…. child-like! While barely at the age of three quite the clever lad, indeed,

When the Times are Tough

When the Times are Tough short poem

When the times are tough And the road is rough And you can’t believe in yourself When the blames are more And the praise is less And you are perplexed and unsure When your confidence starts drowning in the sea

Calculator

Calculator short poem

Gone are the days When we used to be Selfless— When we used to Help others Without expecting Anything in return! Today, We no longer Help others Out of sheer Love And concern! We dish out favours to them And,

Shall Rock you, some more!

Shall Rock you, some more! short poem

Built to perfection, designed for comfort Polished warm brown, with cushions floral.. Often, admired a while, by those on road I waited a keen eye, to take me home… And then came in, a dainty inquiring lady Ah, but look

My Fair World

My Fair World short poem

I search you, hear and there, In all corners at all spheres! I speak to you and I swear, But you can’t hear! In your wide eyes, my presence I search, In my sweet dreams your friendship I urge! In

Transcendental Deliberation

Transcendental Deliberation short poem

I left you there!… Between semicolons and dashes, lost inside the days of future past, stuck in your grammatical mentality and lyrical augmentations… Even when you raised your punctuation you could not decipher my heart’s alphabet… Your comma kept jumping

The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian long poem

I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life. And is one life worth another? Is it OK to take a life to save another? If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it? And

What Can I Write?

What Can I Write? short poem

What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because

A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another

Twilight Song

Twilight Song short poem

The sky is aglow with last rays On altitudes twilight lingers late And saffron clouds hang like lanterns In the vast dusky firmament So deep and gloomy are my thoughts But not in the net of melancholy caught I might

Lament

Lament long poem

The day when you told me to “Enjoy Life” As it is too short for us to make it knotty, The Time when you patiently explained- the qualms; twirl and turns of life Never in my dreams I thought You

Words’ cage

Words cage short poem

I discovered a way a way that can bind, all scattered thoughts that run in my mind. Now I recollect them pick as I like, categorize, prioritize and bring them alive. It all starts with the first line sitting in,

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers short poem

She knows That he knows That she knows He watches her! His silent eyes With a tip-off arrogance Makes him one of a kind. Her soothing smile With a pinch of grieve Sticks her out in a mile. A vain

Atonement Of Art

Atonement Of Art long poem

will you look at what I made soft wood and sharp blade without plan or hint of a plan except those impermanent currents and etchings in my mind a fragrant wood and beautiful grain oil and even the noise the