Dimensional Poems

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

Flowers On The Beach

Flowers On The Beach short poem

Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three

Jump Suit

Jump Suit long poem

Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology

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Odyssey

Odyssey long poem

after turning on the front porch light they laid poison around the flowerstems at dusk got their bellies comfortable with the moist dark dirt the snails came as ships creating their own waves sailing out of their own shadows slow

Auburn Dawn

Auburn Dawn short poem

I believe, I had not arrived when you were arbitrating between naked steel and the truth. Violence were you. I was watching the burning pyres in a row. Small hands were collecting the ashes, casting glances on the falcons. Why

Another Dimension

Another Dimension short poem

Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no

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Musings Over A Passing Day

Musings Over A Passing  Day prose poem

It’s the new year eve once again and I am happy but a little pensive too . Silently I hear the clock ticking and watch the tiny moments slipping from my hand like the grains of sand in the hour

A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

I Care Not

I Care Not short poem

I care not if I can succeed Since my goal is high and far I just focus on my journey to reach even though there are a lot of setbacks I care not if I can reap romance Since roses

Lear Again…

Lear Again... short poem

It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling

Never Die

Never Die short poem

Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,

Poetry

Poetry short poem

I enjoy writing poetry, it makes me feel free. Before I write I think of every line, because in a poem everything rhymes. In a poem you write what you imagine, it is a written magic. What you write is

Sleeping With The Moon

Sleeping With The Moon short poem

The movement of the water that surrounds me The slowing down of the force between us The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures The openness

Imprudent Haters

Imprudent Haters prose poem

The heat of the hate in my face, Is what I get, when I walk around the isle, When all I am trying to do is, Be loving and greet everyone with a smile, Distressingly! I cannot see, anyone responding,

Sample Of My Wishes

Sample Of My Wishes short poem

Sitting in a bright green garden sipping on some tea Sampling the wishes of the beautiful mind of me Flowers bloom in colours of the rainbow and my eyes are simply set so free A yellow Chinese dragon flies above

Dawn And Dusk

Dawn And Dusk short poem

Dawn Every time I think to take rest forever, Every time you come, To wake me up, To give purpose to my path. Dusk You are not the only one at spot, Even I need to grow adjunct to absolution,

Conquer By Words Not By Sword

Conquer By Words Not By Sword short poem

How foolish. How sad. How awful. When can they stop acting they don’t know? When can they stop pretending that they are not hurting others? They can kill me physically. Or hurt me emotionally. But, I am not the one

Unending

Unending short poem

In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.

The Reconciliation

The Reconciliation short poem

The effigy wouldn’t burn whoever heard of an incombustible baseborn? we dragged it through the street its clothes torn off carefully painted features smeared in puddles we still remembered who we hated but this dummy of bound bamboo and straw

Is It Winter Or Spring?

Is It Winter Or Spring? short poem

Gone are the days when we Used to ask winter to go away With the hope that spring will Come and stay. Instead, we are now on our knees Praying to spring asking it to go Because even the sun

A Passionate Gardener To His Love

A Passionate Gardener To His Love short poem

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the gardens trod, We’ll stroll along the springs and brook, On to some hidden cozy nook; Red roses by your neck I’ll hang, We’ll walk on grass that’s

Alien

Alien short poem

35 years of living should have inured me, if not prepared me, for surviving this planet; but no matter how much of me gets spent, no matter how much of it becomes me, I will always be an outsider; like

Pain Or Rain?

Pain Or Rain? short poem

That was the first beautiful rain in my life. I saw her in the drizzling rain. My heart pounded within my wet clothes. She never came again; Except the rain that comes regularly. That was the last beautiful rain in

End Of A Year

End Of A Year prose poem

Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

A WALK IN THE PARK One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast Looking back at our

Rain Cloth

Rain Cloth short poem

The rain clouds rushed in dark rage Shapeless masses, swollen and drunk Sudden outpour of a pearly lace Raindrops weaving me a precious sight. Lo, from blissful loom, the warp of heaven Threading through each coconut palm Spinning live yarns

Hope

Hope short poem

The best gift we can give is the gift of HOPE, To leave someone encouraged by the words we spoke, It doesn’t cost a penny it just takes a little time, To let them share their story and maybe I’ll

Lost In The Ocean

Lost In The Ocean long poem

Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little But no matter how hard I try life seem to always out-fly Every attempt I

Corporeal Manifestation

Corporeal Manifestation prose poem

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

Slipping

Slipping short poem

The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.

Avelyn Poo

Avelyn Poo short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Pretty Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more then yesterday Little mini mouse

Happiness Happened With You

Happiness Happened With You short poem

I knew that look in your eyes that you gave me, Because I’d felt it in mine. It was a look that said we weren’t unrequited. It was a look that set me free. Like always you’d proved, not promised,

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

I felt so cold, so lost I had everything since birth including sadness and frustration It was always there But I didn’t care I just shut myself away Day by day Dream by dream I had it my way But

The Power Of Love

The Power Of Love short poem

Love is the power, in the center of your soul That makes you feel needed And wanted and whole It is the force within that heals the wounds of life That eases your anguish and lessens your strife It’s giving

Monochrome

Monochrome short poem

Since the very first day of my life, I was taught only two words. all my actions and speech, could either calm a person or prick like sword. I was nurtured in a way, that all of it was either

Possessions

Possessions short poem

possessions are thé fruits that grow on a tree called relevance although arguably less striking than the beautiful tree that produces them this fruit continues to increase in popularity now mostly produced over seas and shipped in vast quantity too

Flashing Lights

Flashing Lights short poem

I know where I’m going, Though I’m in no rush to get there. I have time to myself, And I will let my journey take me, To where my fate decides. I see some flashing lights across the road Which

Miss

Miss short poem

The wind whispers to me Do you miss her? I miss her, she is very dear to me What do you miss? Why is she important to you? Whispered the wind as he blew away the leaves in front of