Drought Poems

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

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

Drought

Drought ballad

Our love came in the absence of rain. The avocado growers struggled while we grew with the rising temperature. 92, 97, 113 degrees fahrenheit… Not hot enough. We hid in dried out pools. We showered together to save water. We

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Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall short poem

In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;

Poems containing references to : Drought

Relapse

Relapse short poem

So I’m a couple months clean. Is this all it really means? Suffocating with these urges. Seeing things I’ve never seen. People start to care. Some just like to stare. I used to be invisible. Thought it wasn’t fair. “Hey,

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

A Wish To My Lord

A Wish To My Lord long poem

Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever

Madly Burns The Evening Sun

Madly Burns The Evening Sun long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

The Green Visions

The Green Visions ballad

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

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

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

The Master Didn’t Appear.

The Master Didnt Appear. short poem

Come along and wait with me, He said he’ll come and come shall he, So don’t be Daft just let it be, For we are where we ought to be, It’s been so long I know it too, You look

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean short poem

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals

My Love For You

My Love For You ode

You think that I don’t love you, Well that makes my heart so very sad My love for you if measured, Could go round the universe and distant galaxies time and time again, My love for you could fill every

Thy Father

Thy Father short poem

Father It be not your obligation; Why I wonder is it that we exist? Why is it that I live in this nation? I believe I need a hint or the gist. Our dire source deliberately brings drought, Our breath

सूखा

सूखा kavita

दूर तक फैले हुए खेत जो दिखाई पड़ते हैं अब रेत, बीच में खड़ा एक अधीर इंसान जिसके हैं बेचैन कान, सुनने के लिए बादलों की गर्ज न जाने कबसे बेचारा कर रहा है ख़ुदा से इसके लिये अर्ज़, लेकिन न

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

Introspective

Introspective short poem

the pulsating ache of flogging after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal for the drooping roses under the black wings of shame when in our translucency we were generously distributing arms to legless

Oh Terrorists!

Oh Terrorists! short poem

The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief. When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief! The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are, The pain they caused, reminds,

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

The First Time I Met Love

The First Time I Met Love short poem

And maybe it is – That Love is not patient, Nor kind, nor trusting It boasts and it is proud, Pitted against sister Lust, it is often cowed. The first time I heard of Love? She called me from beyond

Dot

Dot sonnet poems

Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to

Tender Rage

Tender Rage short poem

After the weep there was blankness, then he started playing with fire for existence, of a rain which refused to shower. It was a fierce night of a hidden drought. A lethal dose of amnesia dissipates the calmness of a

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At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow short poem

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.

The Morning Melody

The Morning Melody short poem

I hear everyday a 10 bits song, every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock- it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.” “Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock! With clucking and crowing of

Incessant

Incessant short poem

There is a clock that ticks At never closer than Eighteen minutes to six Of course I would never use a rhyme In a poem about time But there is this tick Just gone twenty to six Which ticks It

The Lustrous Liquid

The Lustrous Liquid prose poem

The partly clouded sky above your head, The partly wet grass under your naked feet, Those few droplets of rain, the hidden sun, Aren’t these enough to breathe in the sorrow and misery? Let them lose themselves in your lungs

Desert Twilight

Desert Twilight long poem

Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention magic kinda like a secret superstition miracle of a the souls great salvation love found me just in time, the kind I thought I’d never find the kind that only happens once

Anger

Anger short poem

Words, like thorns With poisoned tips: Drawing blood, Inflicting pain; The hurt becoming A blinding rage, Lashing out, so no one Dares again. *** And numberless years Of lashing out, Of building fences With barbed wires; To preserve, protect, Or

Forever With You.

Forever With You. short poem

Every little flower that blooms, Every day the sun when rise, Every night the moon when shines, Give you the wish to fly high! When in the darkness yiu fall, When in the crowd yiu get lost, Just close your

To Be And Have Been

To Be And Have Been short poem

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of

Am I…

Am I... short poem

Am I tired of this life, Or of words that are as lethal as knife. Am I tired of being used, Or upset with emphatic abuse. Am I tired of being strong, Or disgusted with the blames of wrong. Am

Born Of God And The Virgin Mary

Born Of God And The Virgin Mary long poem

Sweet Prince of peace conceived in love Born Of God and the Virgin Mary And in the light of a star bright Angels came saying: “Behold tonight In the city of David a savior is born Most holy, Born of

Let Me Go

Let Me Go sonnet poems

Time, time is but pain, Time is but a death sentence. There is nothing more to gain. Her soul has yet to meet my presence. I wait and wait for her, For she is the only one That can stop

Sometimes You Fail

Sometimes You Fail short poem

Folks say, one should engrave his name in the list of great people. But a voice inside me says, it’s fine to be good enough, to live a simple life. My parents expect me to become a millionaire and tour

The Bitter Truth

The Bitter Truth short poem

Oh the truth and nothing but the truth !!!????? What way of justice? does it say? should always bring the truth out why do they say then, that, he be given the benefit of doubt? who cannot prove his guilt???

Best Friend

Best Friend short poem

Dear best friend .. you are the best thing , that ever happened to me Dear best friend.. you are the one, who always listens me. Dear best friend.. you are the one, who never gets angry on me. Dear

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch. The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a push. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

Struggling

Struggling short poem

  Keep Your Heads Up, Keep Your Heads Up High. Some Days Will Be Rough But Don’t Cry. Things Will Get Better; You Won’t Always Be Struggling Forever. The Day Would Come When Things Will Change. I Know Right Now

Me First

Me First short poem

What does it take for everyone to be nice? What is it that makes them forgive every vice? I was told all good people go to heaven, But I had a strangeness, A propensity to be intrepid Even before I

Sharing Your Christian Walk

Sharing Your Christian Walk short poem

Walking down the street Talking to everyone I meet, I share my testimony freely, Praying they will let GOD, Come into their heart. We Christians should do this Every where we go, Let the LIGHT of JESUS in us, Ignite

A New Dawn

A New Dawn prose poem

A New Dawn Justice Eluded her But she was On Run Till last gasp But soon surrounded The foul air Lies and deceit Confusion thicken With Past ,pre past links of delinked Whither the path? Now energy lost Treading forward