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LIFE!! Is four letter words The most precious of all gifts……Priceless! All the earth riches could not afford Fragile, our very existence is gambled. LOVE!! is a four lettered word The greatest feeling of all…..Magic! To the lucky ones who
Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have
The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later
I envy the farmer’s wife Sitting beside her partner for life – Gazing together into the sunset. This togetherness is not there, We have lost it – I don’t know where. Together we sleep in a double bed – You
I heard the shepherdess sing The song of dawn upon the hill Merry go the twinkling stars In shelter of their dream The sunbeams come Dancing upon the lake When the yellow traveler Makes his sway Flowers open up their
Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought
My sweet saccharin smile feigned just for you, even shines in my eyes as I mentally plot your destruction. Small talk and lies drip from my lips like poisoned honey. No sleepless nights plague me, not even a minuscule pang
Gone are those days when We didn’t need to think about calories before eating. We didn’t have to plan everything in advance. We didn’t have to decide what to wear for a party. We didn’t have to check before speaking.
Witness petals kissing you in the rosewater bath Levitating bubbles tickling your skin in their path As you smell the invigorating perfumes so divine Allow an imaginary world of enchantment confine You in a harlequin land, scented by Spring’s flowers
Means that it is not worth wasting my time worrying about stuff and nonsense, when I have the basics of happiness and contentment. we create our own earth and heaven. we can edit delete, be public, private or not at
Where every breath weighs a ton. Where each step takes forever. Where every voice is raging against you. Shouting at you. Disgust. Hatred. Doubt. Where gravity is weak. Where the light is a lost battle. Where memories are replaced with
Deluge of criminality in the moral night; sun was taking a plunge on the falls, in the name of cobbled up front, for our rise and fall in the primary casuality. Sacred contusion, on the floor of the mausoleum, when
The red-gold heaven of stormy autumn leafy-misty lights this late October dawn recalling to me, curiously, the design hidden in words, swirls of the wood-smoke of ages time-ridden, missing things: a fleeting meeting with the past: something else that does
As winter slowly wanes, its cold breath slowly turns to the warm Breath of spring, renewing and accepting the Wonderment,that spring Shall bring forth nature’s power of renewal. Oh how awesome it makes us feel As we await the beauty
Ice cold tears running down from my face but they turn slowly into beautiful flowers My eyes light up this dark and rainy place and suddenly I’ve got back my strong powers I know for now that nothing is changed
Oh sweet little flower Tell me what grieves your heart Did June send no shower That your small joys depart? Just nearby is a brook With waters crystal clear If you care, take a look Not a thing there to
If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round, Carefully trotting but making no sound. It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,
Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig
Watching the externalism I was playing a squid in deep waters to save the raging sears of life. Was it a soft intellect to believe in goodness, when rains had ceased to come and seeds were covered with mildew? The
Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been
A fire of passion Burns inside me Eyes twinkle in mischief Longing to explore The bond of unknown. Heart pounds within As the lost soul Awakens the love From pain to delight Of my lively self. The pulse of passion
untouchable that bleeds, lonely in black sky, that haunting moon walks gingerly on quivering sea: lovers killed in shame in broad daylight by gunshots before a crowd; some possessed maniacs turning the clock back: history lets go the leaves, the
When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in
I remember the day that they stopped the clock, The day they told me your time had been bought, “We’ll make him comfortable”…those dreaded words, If there’s a “comfortable” way to die it’s absurd! I’d armed myself with so many
Hail New Year ! The guest most honoured And welcomed with utmost cheer Around the world, everywhere ! With houses and homes all lit up And vibrant floral decors Sweet music floating in the air Mingling with laughter and cheer
You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze
I was a little kid, reading books, listening to my grandpa and grandma, telling stories about the rainbow. I was fond of it, I was even sharing it, Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.
Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.
It fell like nothing before, and tried hard to quench the thirst, but every drop of it failed, whether the last..or the first…. The coolness was now a dream, the passion a haste, hence when it kissed the ground, it