Cyclonic Poems

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

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

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Reality In Vision

Reality In Vision prose poem

I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

I know I have lost you, oh my Love But madly am Searching for you, oh my Love You trapped me in the cyclonic whirl wind You damaged my heart beyond repair You drowned me in flood of tears You

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Simple Search

Simple Search short poem

Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for

Flickering Dream

Flickering Dream short poem

It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to

My Lady Of Love

My Lady Of Love short poem

The greatest gift that we might give Is love, as long as we do live Love, is such a selfless deed Once given is most well received Love that’s precious, love that’s sweet She gives to all that she does

Fairies Of The Heaven

Fairies Of The Heaven short poem

You all the fairies of the heaven, Riding your chariots in silvery golden, Give us lives and make us sustain! You chatter and fight, You strive to sing happiness, You come to just lay beneath from heaven, You silvery princesses,

Connswater

Connswater short poem

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

Stunned

Stunned short poem

Confused and wary like a spermwhale, you are nosediving; – through the shadows of terrible pain ejecting ambergris. Who was getting the bribery to fix the belly button? This was not revolution. It was evolution- of a stinking city. The

To All Fallen Brothers

To All Fallen Brothers elegy

To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead. To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead… For Power and Ambition even Friends will part. To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart. To Courage

Blossom Of Love

Blossom Of Love short poem

Who can question flower’s beauty That in exquisite splendour Blossoms of life’s passion A sign of grace and pride Worth a thousand words. With  a pure innocence Opens to the flirtatious butterfly Gazing in intense admiration Enamored by its presence

Poppies

Poppies short poem

As poppies drip blood red petals Among the fields where souls do roam A silenced voice away from home Buried deep with twisted metals Khaki men are dead and rotting As poppies drip blood red petals Overgrown with rats and

Windows

Windows short poem

Sky wept when you hanged the young truth from a tree. A shadow falls on the hill for a savior. A winged flaw becomes a legend for the sake of a sword. A nameless letter betrays the will of a

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man short poem

I’ve always needed the city more than it needed me Wandering its prominent streets Being nothing more than an anonymous ant, Crawling past the lines of mechanized zombies With equally anonymous ants driving them More than once have I bathed

Postscript

Postscript short poem

The space shrinks when moon breaks the black night. An aching flotilla does not reach home. The wait ends in your poems. Clutching at floating truths you help to save the words of predicament. Ultimately a temple walks free without

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

Through the isolation And strife I thought I had found One good thing in life To need someone Is new for me But I cannot break This craving for thee A longing Which will not leave An escape from this

Won’t Be Told.

Wont Be Told. short poem

Time and time again I am completely misunderstood Not conforming to social norms that I should I will rebel if people disapprove the way I live my life If told to do something I’ll do it more for spite As

The Young Feet

The Young Feet short poem

His eyes could speak tell that he will become strong but inside will be weak They sang the gaiety of innocence Felt the happiness presence His first steps were dangling with those little feet As if he was heading with

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall short poem

Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of

Last Summer

Last Summer prose poem

I clearly remember it was last summer we were in the pacific on a cruise, getting tan on our bare back While sun was smiling, we were Drinking to cool off the blaze…. It is a delight that we could

Light

Light short poem

Infant sees the light after staying in dark for 9 months in mothers womb Light dawns on birth and will continue through out life Light ceases after the death and has no role to play on the dead In between

Legacy

Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion

What Is Life

What Is Life short poem

Life is a riddle and to some a game And yet some say a timeless train We cry at birth, as if we know the pain Of sickness, old age and death to blame Along the way some come into

My Mirror

My Mirror short poem

As close I step in, it makes me feel closer twice And farther I step back, it creates the distance twice What an amazing ‘friend’ this mirror is That comes closer twice over, in as much I do And give

I Look To You

I Look To You long poem

I look to you in Autumn’s merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through

To Motherland

To Motherland short poem

I love thou not, o land of high hypocrisy, My country of the totalitarian democracy! I’d rather not hear thy people’s speech Or behold thy men’s disgraceful binge! I love thou not! If thou be a chariot, Old steeds are

Beauty Dances

Beauty Dances short poem

Beauty dances on her face She is a flower from beautiful race Graceful gait from face to face No one else be able to trace If you come across in case You may not be able to face Touch Me

Found Yourself

Found Yourself short poem

A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for

Words Of Hatred

Words Of Hatred short poem

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

The Morning Melody

The Morning Melody short poem

I hear everyday a 10 bits song, every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock- it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.” “Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock! With clucking and crowing of

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

Sonnet Ten

Sonnet Ten sonnet poems

What is the gain to have a humble maid As a dweller of this heart adventurous? That every moment fondly craves to raid Untrodden meadows of her mind and trespass. The meagre passion, say I thee, then bores The lovers’

Springtime Is Here

Springtime Is Here short poem

Hear the sound of bees with a buzzing sting, Of new beginnings and of what’s to bring. Such vibrant species Arise from this season we call spring. Watch the beauty of flowers as they bloom And you rid yourself from

Life

Life short poem

This life we live is full of surprises. People around us all wearing disguises. Some bring you happiness and lots of joy. Other discard of you like a broken toy. The road we travel bends and turns. Giving you lessons

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

Incomplete

Incomplete prose poem

The night was inky black The stars were out to play The wind picked up its midnight rhythm The cold raced up and down her arm She stood still and looked on At the At the gaping nothingness beyond Ears

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope gives meaning to my life. It enlightens my mind and energizes my soul. Hope is my friend, my savior, my guide. It teaches me how to live life. I have touched the sky of success with it, Hope has

It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept. But I think with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize

Colors Of The Earth

Colors Of The Earth short poem

Colors of the Earth so beautiful and serene Reds, blues, browns and greens Oceans so blue and places so clear Standing and enjoying things from the peer Mountain ranges that reach the sky some higher than helicopters fly All types

Pools Of Love

Pools Of Love short poem

Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving