Durga Poems

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

Saga With Durga

Saga With Durga short poem

They were fated to face that minor road mishap The vehicle got tripped due to use of sudden brake It was August 1997, when my parents traveled by that cab Ignoring evil Oman earlier, my father left home without shake

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Poems containing references to : Durga

End Of This Autumn

End Of This Autumn short poem

At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I am standing Under a barren tree, bleak and exposed TO weather with shedding leaves, There rests a house away from the barn, Decorated with vivid colours of rainbow And maintained by careful hearts

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Your Eyes…

Your Eyes... sonnet poems short poem

Your eyes on me! Yeah! That’s what I see.. It was way back when we were kids, that you fell in love with me; I was dancing away with my girlfriend, the music just seemed, to never end.. And then I

She Is, She Isn’t…

She Is, She Isn’t… short poem

She’s my perfect girl. Every day at college she sits with me, Enjoys my company and accepts my love As I do hers… She’s my perfect girl, She knows I play too many games, And that I’m obsessed with cartoons,

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I languish between talks all banal but hearty I hold my head down for all of it to pass To hit those looking to do some more of it This time with a smile, and come again at me I

Intolerance

Intolerance short poem

To the days that found acceptance readily, With hair all curled and ribboned up, And face all To the up, By smacks of baby powder, Now cherubic cheeks all but missing, A big black polka dot. To the days now

Don’t Go Sweetheart

Don’t Go Sweetheart ode

Tonight, a night under a blue moon, still alive, not dead, let me read, all unread, let me write, all unwritten, let me see, all unseen, let me show, shown not ye, let me do, done not yet, let me

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories short poem

Some forgotten memories Visited me yesterday Some left me afterwards while some were meant to stay I wanted to keep some moments close to my heart as they alone could give me strength to walk in the dark some memories

Just Freedom

Just Freedom long poem

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

These Eyes

These Eyes short poem

within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child drifting ever

Maybe

Maybe short poem

if I write enough poems maybe I’ll get one or two right it doesn’t really matter very much to me each one I can read which helps me remember is good enough dependable and sturdy to do me such a

Silence Pays

Silence Pays short poem

Silence Pays God loves without bias He is the most secular, Never ceases loving In His duty He is regular. He is nether deaf Nor He is sightless He listens to all But prefers stillness. He looks at all his

I Desire To Publish

I Desire To Publish short poem

I stopped and wrote a poem today, Some simple things I had to say, I don’t know why I wrote them down, Perhaps to smile, instead of frown. I’d love to share my words of rhyme, Let others read from

I shall explain everything

I shall explain everything long poem

You must be thinking, here are shoulders that can take all your tears and be surprised to find me on some days with tears, that fires can’t evaporate, leave alone the warmth of your embraces. you must be thinking, here

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence prose poem

My bubbly son do you know that you are not just a son to me you dwell in every beat of my heart you are vital breath of my life that always inspires me to be a loving Dad you

No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home prose poem

If one could tour my place of birth They would notice a place where time stood still Then they would see a place of humble simplicity If one could spend one night in the house where I was born No

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality prose poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

The Ear Rings

The Ear Rings long poem

These ear-rings, made up of different metals, shapes, and colors do adorn the ears, they think; our foolish girls, not knowing the troubles they create, on jumping, dancing and attracting the boys, equally wicked and foolish, imaging her beauty on

1998

1998 short poem

On seeing a big field, Stopped my car. It’s almost evening now. The boys are coming out Through the broken wall. Their football …1998! A friendly dog came running; This one looks like Blacky. Don’t have anything now, dear! …From

Dewdrops And The Truth

Dewdrops And The Truth short poem

Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos

Syrian Spring

Syrian Spring long poem

Syrian I am, Not by breed, but as a human I see spring so colorless and dull, yet dreamy red! And I dream this dream with all its dread In day and night Or even in sleep and fight: A

Mortal Damages

Mortal Damages short poem

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

Chronicity

Chronicity short poem

I was keeping a vigil in holy town on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have a dirty mind? This luciferina, will not tell the truth. Venus and Venus flytrap had a parallel birth. And I was facing the

Easter Eve

Easter Eve short poem

while dew was still shining upon flowers mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to plant petunias and daisies father climbed to the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz)

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz) short poem

The Poet Turns 100 In Honor of Stanley Kunitz When my body wears to dust let the remains be language find only verbs at the core struck flints from explosive ore nouns charged with names of foes and lovers cool

Enticing Enchantment

Enticing Enchantment short poem

From a bird’s eye view, In the stillness of night, A sea of beautiful lights, Soothe my aching eyes. Blinking lights through a canopy of trees, Winking stars twinkle, Tiny droplets of rain sprinkle, Healing the scarred soul. Mist hides

To Die Of Love

To Die Of Love long poem

There are those who love only if it does not require much sacrifice Then there are those who love no matter what the price To give only that which one has left over is no big deal But to surrender

Glass Bottle

Glass Bottle prose poem

The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are

Disruption

Disruption prose poem

Are we ready for what’s to come? Will we know how to behave? Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.

Sonnet of Our Lives

Sonnet of Our Lives sonnet poems

Silence never heard before, When we’re lost in the thoughts… Engulfs us into the lanes, Many battles where we’ve fought…! Just a drop in an ocean, A stranger among the mass… Hiding beneath this mortal corpse, With a heart made

A Puccini dream

A Puccini dream long poem

A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a

The Dream In My Dream

The Dream In My Dream short poem

You are the dream in my heart I am the dream in your heart A dream that kindles joy and happiness A dream that puts sparks in my life A dream that blooms and spreads fragrance of love A dream

Atonement

Atonement short poem

I have Killed and pillaged Plundered and pilloried Raped and destroyed Beauty and innocence In its purest form Nature… Her plaintive cries When she trembled And quaked And melted, Her pleas Have I ignored And now I must pay. Through

The End

The End short poem prose poem

I woke up knowing it was time. Only last week I was told about what was growing inside of me. They said it didn’t belong there. We are ready they said. Staring into its soon to hit nonexistence, the  bitterness

River Boat

River Boat short poem

A sunny day on the river Ouse was chasing away the blues Sure, nothing to lose Divine muse Joy We really enjoyed our little cruise drinking coffee and some booze Sure, nothing to lose Divine muse Boy What a life!

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Playful Tiredness

Playful Tiredness short poem

 There are times when I wake up…. And I think “I could lay here forever”. Soaking up the sunlight pouring in through my window. Onto the white comforter of my bed. Wrapped in the warmth of flannel sheets. I can

Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,