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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Wordless Silence

Wordless Silence short poem

Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and

I see no change

I see no change short poem

I see no change In age.. For some years that were before, Childhood days were happy, Young age was to make merry. There was the sky and heaven, I was roaming as Romeo even. Then came established life; there was

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

I Will Write a Poem

I Will Write a Poem short poem

I will write a poem, Of you and me … Someday, I promise. I will write how we met; On a rainy night. I will write a poem, about how you held me – as the lightning struck And, I

Be Brave

Be Brave long poem

Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire

Inked

Inked prose poem

I’m closing a chapter …a mere turning of pages you may call it. Pages read and again, mulled, cried and laughed over. Bookmarked for life and hopelessly remembered, they’ll stay safe. Ever too often there will be a pretty breeze

Love Sonnet 83

Love Sonnet 83 sonnet poems

If you should leave me, leave me not a kiss, To make me think that you are still around, Or reminisce the days with you in bliss, And walk in midair, inches from the ground; Care not to even shake

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Babylon

Babylon short poem

She wrote a lie about her mother Just because she found a nub of pencil Greasy lead Teethmarks infesting the barrel It set her fist like a phonograph needle Remembering the wobble and crack Of those old spiritual records Truer

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.

And Like A Spoon, I Fell

And Like A Spoon, I Fell short poem

She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that

Less Asylum

Less Asylum short poem

This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively

The Oak

The Oak short poem

Sitting by the window today, I aspired for the farthest reach, Of the oak that has been planted just beside my window sill. I hoped it would grow to the limits of the sky, And I would be boasting of

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Girl In A Flower Dress

Girl In A Flower Dress short poem

It’s pretty- Mysterious- To me, Can you not see it? Truly- It almost hurts- Terribly- I’ve fallen for it, yeah, quite predictably, Quite hard, I guess I know, quite selfishly, as well. But the flowers can never never come too

Love Sonnet 97

Love Sonnet 97 sonnet poems

Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though

For A Denial

For A Denial short poem

It rained all night. Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window the lake crashed on white sands. A lone tree smelt of mist and grief. A fury had submerged a road leading to a forgotten childhood. Knives and pins

Persistence

Persistence short poem

It never seems the right time. Watching night pursue the day. That one light spread across a blanket. That one rebellious soul that sees all but never says a word. You shy away, but still I chase. Wandering about until

Dance With Me

Dance With Me prose poem

Dance with me when there is light Dance with me when there is music And dance with me when I am in love Your hands melt like silk on red hot sand But I a mere wanderer in love with

Keep your eyes Open

Keep your eyes Open short poem

Life just passes by Leaving you no chance It builds the walls The walls that never let us go But if you keep your eyes open Then you’ll see Then you’ll see The blue skies And then you will know

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Peace In Pieces

Peace In Pieces short poem

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

Scenic Beauty

Scenic Beauty short poem

What do you think a redemption of a clone will work in the galaxy of stars? The hope was drying and violence refuses to decline in the valley of flowers. Orphaned moon climbs up the hill to preside over the

The Toasted Man

The Toasted Man prose poem

10 am Saturday His legs take turns,  propelling him through clouded crystalline barriers, Inky black thoughts clasped in his left hand. The toasted man takes his place among the Meager masses on his chafing pleather throne 240 seconds, a cup

Frivolous

Frivolous short poem

Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.

Time/illusion

Time/illusion prose poem

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there?

Just Freedom

Just Freedom long poem

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

A Kashmiri Orchard

A Kashmiri Orchard prose poem

O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

What’s Happiness?

Whats Happiness? short poem

Happiness; It surfaces daily, in no definite forms. A kind act, a warm touch, A gurgling child, a day without qualms! A satisfying meal, a coffee past din, A melody that touches the core, A distant voice of a close

Nightfall

Nightfall long poem

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I

God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God loves us, He loves us because we are Made in His holy image, claimed and called By the God of the world and all of the universe Made to love God and to follow and trust Him To believe

Manifestation

Manifestation short poem

Expressions stifled by futile ambiguity; banal faces crushed by oppression. truth blind and no scent of levity; sleep while in cold repression. wake to the noise of longevity; time smiles on and on in suppression. bright colours to shift loyalty;

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask