Delivery Poems

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

Twilight Delivery

Twilight Delivery long poem

The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I

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Cicero – American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker!

Cicero   American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker! ode

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

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The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

Temptations

Temptations long poem

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

The Singing Stork

The Singing Stork short poem

A special delivery is often made, Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free, At the end of the bill of a Stork or three. Sleeping and quiet the babies would be, At peace

The Imp And The Fairy Princess

The Imp And The Fairy Princess long poem

There once was an imp whose appearance was vain, his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed! From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind had once been blessed, indentured to serve the superlative

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

100…99…98…off To The Land Of…

100...99...98...off To The Land Of... elegy

Wynken Blynken and Nod??? (ah…oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee barked up the wrong tree – reed don my mongrel friend) This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag to take digs on front page headline grabbing news, nonetheless

Grant Me This Wish

Grant Me This Wish short poem

I play by ear, the concord appears The phoenix labours like a tired flame, Wings inward, My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim; In a nutshell, By the ocean, In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles; Should I Be

November Third, Seattle

November Third, Seattle short poem

The sun won’t appear today Rising elsewhere it kindles flowers In foreign fields; even inspires A crop of melanoma among The fieldhands. But not here. The grey view south is dotted With electric pinpoints and a single Tall cross dim

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What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Into The Rain

Into The Rain short poem

Everytime I see the rain, I remember our joys, laughters, and tears, Our sadness, sorrows and pain. Our joy of laughing outside, While our sorrows crying inside. At the pouring rain, we laugh and cry, We run and run under

Pain Killer

Pain Killer short poem

A city dies in me anacephalic. A white sheet spreads, blinding. You don’t feel the epidural. Untitled, death walks, like a whore, contamination of inbreeding. Recycled pain hurts again. You want to give a stillbirth over the dense-packed nettle. First

Together We Can Make A Difference

Together We Can Make A Difference short poem

Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on

Night

Night prose poem

Night The night is so strong it pulls you in like a shark into the deep water You can’t just dip your feet in because it cries primordial order Places in your mind are still until darkness is your midnight

Mother Understands

Mother Understands short poem

As a child you are a free bird Playing hide and seek, here and there Controlling a crumbling child is truly hard So your mother cooks up threats of invisible monster Your twinkling eyes may be fearless Designed devil may

Phantoms

Phantoms short poem

Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little

Full Moon Over Werewolf

Full Moon Over Werewolf short poem

Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the rise And the poison runs through his veins and then The man becomes the beast once again… FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill Tearing through the

In Memory Of A Centurian

In Memory Of A Centurian long poem

The ever youthful never sober, always cheerful and smiling, a man of solid virtues and discipline bid adieu to this world of umpteen wonder after scoring a memorable century to the disappointment of thousands of his admirers Nelamangala Venkataraman Sharma

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

The Fear Of This Love

The Fear Of This Love ballad

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Out

Out short poem

Do something different Camp out The regular routine Throw it out Evil and bad intentions you can Do without The weak and the helpless are Crying out While the good and the merciful are Dying out Beggars with empty hands

In The After Life

In The After Life short poem

Abandoned by life he lies there At the North West corner of a manor Far from being alive, he gasps slowly. His eyes are weary and can’t face the sun There is no sweat, but a rotten smell lingers. He

The Tippler

The Tippler short poem

Drowning in glass and aluminum Seduced by a sadistic lover A nickel for your thoughts And a penny for another Self worth turns to self pity As the shimmering facade is drained Expressions once so full of life Have become

Cloudless Sky

Cloudless Sky long poem

A sky naked without clouds Is no fun to watch and spend time Shapeless clouds floating around Makes the sky to be filled in charm People’s mind is just like a plain sky Without dreams and hopes at infancy Mind

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

Aye Am The Questioning Sort

Aye Am The Questioning Sort long poem

The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said

A Sugary Morning

A Sugary Morning prose poem

Here is a sugary morning, but the rooster is still asleep. A dove with a bride’s dress is preparing to coo on a baked brick at the road from Damascus to Constantinople. At a wall standing between two doors, there

Life Is A Funny Game

Life Is A Funny Game short poem

Life is a funny game, yet it remains never the same, Winning here is a chance of fame, and losing a mere shame, We learn to fall, to win, and to rise, Facing each day with a new surprise, And

Keep Walking..

Keep Walking.. short poem

(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong

Sense Of Freedom

Sense  Of Freedom ballad

In the morning, nothing: every trace of him effaced, all the field pure white, its surface glittering, the dawn, glancing from its glaze, oblique, relentless, unadorned. It is the silver jubilee year Of a wedding knot tied On a September

Remember This

Remember This short poem

There are some things I have come to believe. Believe me when I say, I am not deceived. Sometimes the good die young, and never receive. Unfairness exists, and persists, though ill conceived. Sometimes everybody gets pushed around, or cheated.

Blackened Crozier

Blackened Crozier short poem

Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulation the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracotta of superposition of speech, hiding self-interest. Blackened Crozier for wrinkled crotch, drops the ashes of love on unopened

On The Name Of …

On The Name Of … short poem

only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner

Purple Daze

Purple Daze short poem

Sunshine haze over milky blue Ocean reflects white horses rolling wave Sea gulls squawk as they glide on warm winds effortlessly, above the port were boatmen slave Splendour azure skies trapping the contours of forests, behind cliffs tallest and brave

She

She short poem

Her heart is down, But she will rise. If it is her right, For it she’ll fight. When there’s darkness, She’ll be the light. Even in the toughest problems, She’ll wear a smile. The ones who think she is weak,

Single Brown Woman On Fridays

Single Brown Woman On Fridays short poem

Shiny little lights on the ceiling reflect intermittently what’s within There’s no space for our bodies to gasp and that crude cry’s lost in the making. Shiny skin on my arms potent with sweat and charms of tonight we twirl

What If

What If short poem

I saw you struggle today Coffee and bag, trying to open the door I slowed my pace Not wanting to communicate Choosing not to help What if I had Would you have made it to your interview Without a coffee

Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect short poem

I was obsessed with ‘Picture Perfect’, I searched the world inside and out, Looking for a single moment when I could say, This is what life’s all about. My life was viewed through lenses, My camera- a medal worn with

Goddess

Goddess long poem

You are a Goddess, held upright With hands that warm the soul and a voice that soothes. Like water you take any form. Spreading in a dream that falls like drops of reign. You are a Goddess, in the form

Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like