Defiant Poems

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

Defying It All

Defying It All short poem

Keep me there forever, In that fine line of your smile, Keep me there, my precious, For I feel like staying a while. My image is in shards, I wince when I touch my face, Death quietly spreads it gallows,

Poems containing references to : Defiant

Defiance

Defiance short poem

We did not grieve your passing so much As the defiance that left With the passing of your ashes, into the river of sorrow Defiant you were, In front of the towering tides of the raging ocean, Defiant you were,

The Smile at Sea

The Smile at Sea short poem

Through oceans of tears comes the Smile on the face, The Smile that struggles to find its place, The Smile that masquerades the hurt and pain, A strong pretense, that never goes in vain. A wave of nostalgia begins to

The Way Of The Armchair

The Way Of The Armchair short poem

Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into

Shakespeare And I

Shakespeare And I short poem

I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may

Roses

Roses short poem

  Roses have colours with global appeal; some are pink, blue, red, white and they reveal glamour and beauty for all to cherish. Roses have in them the power of love, so do they, the ability to heal a heart

Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears short poem

There’s a world of hate Outside my door And it matters not If you’re rich or poor The brave and the weak Are equally at risk From the enemy within And his evil task Horror no longer hides Behind my

Shelling Uncounted

Shelling Uncounted short poem

A blue moon was crabbing at night in the sea of stars. Yuu could hear the outcry of herons suddenly. It was mayhem. Heads will now roll for defiant attitude. The creepers were trapped in the impatient blind-catchers.Unforgettable waiting for

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Its Not My Fault

Its Not My Fault short poem

Don’t blame it on me if I have fallen for you Your eyes are so intense and kills me too, This feeling is love and after ages I felt I am free from so many cages It’s your look that

Wired

Wired prose poem

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

Down At The Station

Down At The Station long poem

Waiting Down at The Station to catch the 2:05 I thought I heard your voice calling out my name but I guess it was just the chatter of the crowd or the noise inside my brain, my tears begin to

Summit

Summit short poem

The heart beats faster lungs are out of breath and I climb atop the summit not stopping once.. People have become memories and memories don’t haunt anymore my body breaks into sweat and it is very cold here.. The wind

Life’s Foresight

Lifes Foresight short poem

Spirited Life is sweet morose life is sour calm life is steady Angry life is misery Smiling life is refreshing Condition of mind dependence upon one’s Life’s conduct If fickle minded , Life is uncertain If a happy mind, Life

Strength

Strength short poem

Words don’t describe a man, so don’t the grades. The journey of a person may take him to the wildest way, We taste the flavor of every emotion, some with joy and some sad. oh! how much I wished I

Missing

Missing short poem

For there is a gap Between my tears They are not whole I cannot weep freely like the rain There are no rainbows on my horizon The sun no longer rises now you are gone It is not a missing

Roses And Sunbeams

Roses And Sunbeams long poem

Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now short poem

It is so different now. Not at all what it used to be. By just opening the eyes, Could wriggle off the demons From eating me alive. Yes, that was all it required, then To feel safe again, by just

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

My Immortal Soul

My Immortal Soul short poem

Ray by ray comes to greet me The silver lining is a blossom free In the ultraviolet garden of sea As I look at myself, what will I be Day by day goes and leaves Like beautiful and colorful flowers

Saying Grace

Saying Grace short poem

The old man sits at his table with bowed head and folded hands. Before him is his evening meal for which he is about to say grace. He closes his eyes and the words flow from his lips. With sweet

“diva” My Bird

diva My Bird short poem

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

Ghosts Are Not Scary

Ghosts Are Not Scary short poem

I’m sorry, but, ghosts are not scary. They live inside me. They live inside you. And without realizing, they consume us whole Of course, they are here to destroy But the destruction..? It’s so silent And silence, so to say,

Rehab

Rehab short poem

Now, I have to go to somewhere I don’t need to be REHAB, I just wanna be set free They asked me why do I think I’m here and I said because I can’t see clear I felt alone Because

The Dream

The Dream short poem

I cherished and cherished and cherished you Every moment dreaming of you As they say in the ad; Eat, drink and sleep you Every waking moment You stalked me Every living moment Day and night and evening I tried hard

Leaf

Leaf short poem

The stillness of the wind Is all around As I walk along This stretch of sand Oh! how I am amazed A beauty so grand As I stood and gazed This majestic land I knelt and picked A leaf in

The Unbreakable Bond

The Unbreakable Bond short poem

Punished for being irregular, Is when I met someone similar. Caught for late submission, Sat next to me, a wonderful person. The first guy in college, Whom I spoke to, with lot of courage. There felt a spontaneous connection, That

Being On High On Poems

Being On High On Poems short poem

What it means to be high on poems? I discovered it or it discovered me, interacting with hearts of every nation and with heart comes love and hope abundant, miraculous people whose words have fragrance, can feel the spirit of

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

Looking at how vibrantly the tree’s leaves dance. Swaying side to side. Side by side. I watch the cars driving sorta fast up and down the street. The breeze have picked up some. Quite cool this afternoon is this Sunday’s

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

Love Sonnet 06

Love Sonnet 06 sonnet poems

How will I paint your smile, so mystical, I’m no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, Your voice, soothing and musical, I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; How can I save the imprints of your touch, Preserve endearing kiss-marks of

Run Along…

Run Along... short poem

Run along… In Rain In Sun Along Rivers Thro’ Mountains Thro’ Forests As long as you can As far as you can Run along… To find new horizons New Spheres New People New things Run along… So as to be

Mother Earth Weeps

Mother Earth Weeps short poem

Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s

My Desert Blossom

My Desert Blossom short poem

My desert blossom blooms with glee and she waits for me in the spot with lots of shade. She dances as she sways back and forth but side to side, her colors are so bright in the light. My desert

A Seeker’s Predicament

A Seekers Predicament prose poem

I was aware My breath was not the same His presence sank in me such I feel him in every drop of rain Pain,anger and intense moments Life’s become a fast trail The destination is worthless now Journey my only

Fever Rising

Fever Rising short poem

What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The

Modernities Foundation

Modernities Foundation prose poem

Modernity aspires but is built on shaky ground. Our knowledge so finite, much built on superstition and ignorance. The infinite beyond ours to know. Slowly, so slowly our knowledge grows, building on itself expanding faster as time goes on. How

Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

The Throne Of Lucifer

The Throne Of Lucifer long poem

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of

Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

Art Of Love

Art Of Love prose poem

This time you would receive the two things from others. Violence or grace. Jealousy to your success, And grace to your failure. So, you should not be sad. Survival is meaningless without grace. Believe me, You are the king or