Decorate Poems

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

Locked In Poetry

Locked In Poetry sonnet poems

I’ll let you know some things if I may, Like a captor addressing a prisoner to be. Words like ropes that do not fray, I am locking you in my poetry. It is selfish of me to hold you like

Poems containing references to : Decorate

Come Back Soon

Come Back Soon short poem

Everyday, the sun returns to embrace the ocean. In twilight, the birds return to their nests. Every night, the stars come back to decorate the sky, and in the moonlight, Jasmines bloom again. To return, you may think of another

On Independence Day

On Independence Day long poem

See here came again Independence Day with pain. This day says that we are free From bondage of British decree, They troubled us with tyranny And looted our mind and money, Much blood was stained And Our freedom was regained,

I Had An Egg Today.

I Had An Egg Today. prose poem

They’ve often asked if I was restricted by a religion, But “I just can’t eat” had always been my sermon. However, I was fascinated by how they made it And why their tongues galloped as they tasted. So I took

Corpse Is Being Sent

Corpse Is Being Sent short poem

In the stand-off between stolen history and presiding deity. Priest was hanged, while a blue cloud was shedding the yellow moon. Who was selling God on the road? A tall coconut tree was my home; all but your mouth was

Caterpillar

Caterpillar short poem

On a bright spring morning When water droplets sprinkled garden Is shining with sprouting leaves and fruits I crawl amidst the serene beauty feeding on Anything that tastes fresh on my mouth ‘Coz I am just a baby, but you

A Christmas Tree

A Christmas Tree prose poem

Christmas December comes Everything in market is labeled Special discounts display on Packs and boxes of gifts Colorful nights light up Children look for Santa Claus Christmas bazaar invites Christmas trees as well to be sold Children want a tree

Things My Mother Taught Me

Things My Mother Taught Me ballad

My mother taught me everything, When she sat me down on that toliet and informed me this is my life now. Though I was young I still remember sitting there for almost an hour as she didn’t tell me that

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature short poem

Years ago it was nice to see the flurry outside, We played there with gusto But now we have mauled nature, Because of our non-altruism attitude, We have grown natty in our culture, But we are ninny in our thoughts

Earth Is Fertile

Earth Is Fertile short poem

Awaken like the swelling sun, My exotic lust takes a slow run Awaken like the genesis of day, My sweet love sings this midday A new sound is heard like the call of a bird, My will sobs at the

Stupid Bird

Stupid Bird short poem

“I am a bird, speaking from my cage. It’s hard to live on stage. Please leave me; leave me for God. Why you chained me in this knot? Have I harmed you, done you wrong Or I please not, that

Golden Land

Golden Land ode

“THE GOLDEN LAND” On the branches of the green trees, The golden nests of multicoloured birds, Honeycombs in the orchards full of honeybees. Beautiful sparkling rivers flowing serpentine, The Nightingales singing their sweetest hymns, The plants of aubergine are shining

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Climbing

Climbing short poem

Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The

Soul Stuck Human

Soul Stuck Human short poem

I stand by the corners In the dark alleys By the stone walls By the dead-ends I stand by the corners By the walls of the homes One that is darker Than usual I scare you, plot your murder To

Secrets

Secrets short poem

At an early age something gone wrong Secrets were made and more to be found Those experiences that are supposed to shape your young mind Still create secrets that will hurt you in time People who loved you, you have

The Wars

The Wars short poem

It is. An explosive denial of an infinite firmness of round orbs. Why were you taking off your shirt to show the scars? it stirs a sequestered allegation. The glare was on my days and your nights. The suicide bomber

Fooled

Fooled short poem

I believed it…. The hate was gone… I felt so strong… Deeply deceived… That monster inside…. Still alive…. I’m chained to this grief…. But this truth is relieving… My darkness is peace… Under this smile… Lies the wrath of a

Life’s Little Mirror You

Lifes Little Mirror You prose poem

Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in

Dragging

Dragging short poem

The Asperger syndrome: you will not speak, you will not tell me about fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater becomes a death chamber. A toddler falls in a borewell, you can still measure hypothermia, the tilting of meteor saves the

Autumn.

Autumn. short poem

Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons

Withdrawal

Withdrawal prose poem

Our conversations are like kisses to me. Your mouth opens and closes in tandem with mine as we share emotions and intimacies, translating incomprehensible feelings from the hearts of our hearts. I feel you more in your absence than I

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

A Simple Day

A Simple Day short poem

Dawn rushed in a brand new day They woke up and went their way Morning spent in hard labor Too busy to let thoughts harbor An afternoon quite lazy and dull Routine setting in with a tempting lull Twilight brought

Plastic Times

Plastic Times short poem

The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s

Generation Next

Generation Next short poem

The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of

The Soulriders I

The Soulriders I short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

On Distant Love

On Distant Love short poem

Had never believed till this date There could be real soulmates Your love which gives me so much pleasure A true love which is my life’s biggest treasure Yet the distance gives so much pain I wonder if it’s my

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

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

Lonely Reed Swaying

Lonely Reed Swaying short poem

So, it’s true That you are down in the Dumps and people look at you Like something the cat dragged in On a rainy day. Two simple words Would sum it all up It Sucks! Deep inside, it would be

I Will As You Will

I Will As You Will prose poem

When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how

Had It Been So

Had It Been So prose poem

Had it been so that I had the wings of fire, Or If I were a true born human, Or I were powerful even as a devil, Or had I been able to read the mind Of good and evil

The Train

The Train long poem

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music in my ears, Clickty clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell. You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

Teen Life

Teen Life short poem

What is teenage do you really know? Biologically it’s the time you grow The time when hormones start to flow When when what you feel you can not show. Some say it is the time you start to fight You

The End Of The Affair

The End Of The Affair short poem

He didn’t think about her for a week despite the Manchester slags carping in the rental car lobby while their children disassembled democracy and the drumbeat of the universe tore the cloud cover razed the concrete like blackberry canes way

A Marker

A Marker elegy

A sign of what once may be left Within the hedge line written Through the dark feeling of weight lifted A presence of grace to have a place to hide In stone carved out many names to find The times

Hurt Revisited

Hurt Revisited short poem

Some hurts are best left alone some questions best left unanswered some answers best left unsaid it pricks like a million needles it bites like a million fangs my body seems inadequate my heart bleeds thick blood my eyes weep

Story Of My Life

Story Of My Life prose poem

A dinner A movie show A trip to the zoo None of these Are as fine as A day spent thinking about you I had a heart and that is true But now it’s gone from me to u When