Echoing Poems

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

Echoing Emotions.

Echoing Emotions. short poem

The ocean of emotions, Are like the waves, Kissing the shore, With the tides returning, To bring back the feelings, Long lost and forgotten. Rolling like the waves, And dancing in sheer bliss, As they overlap the other, Rippling in

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Avalanche

Avalanche long poem

Well and the voice of you keeps echoing, echoing in my head, swearing by the moon and stars above now that you found me there could be no other love yes I can still hear your voice and those words

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The Pink Happiness

The Pink Happiness short poem

The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free

Six Feet Under

Six Feet Under elegy

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest

Siachen Avalanche

Siachen   Avalanche prose poem

O you callous peaks of Siachen Cruel have been your whims illogical and insane beyond words To unleash your deadly powers on dutiful soldiers at work was not an act of bravado but the most condemnable deceit . Look every

The Blaze Of Love

The Blaze Of Love ode

Amidst the terrene of the sparkling stars Under the spell of the mesmerizing shadow of the moon The restless movement of the echoing aqua The illusory innocence of the woods The whole realm and the whole span is lost (in

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere short poem

On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Invisible

Invisible prose poem

Can you see me? As I lie vulnerable on the rigid floor with you? Can you feel the fear that radiates from my trembling body? The piercing cries echoing in my mind are deafening, but my voice has lost it’s

A Cowboy Loved

A Cowboy Loved short poem

He rode into town on his horse. Spurs digging into A soft dull gray,  hooves echoing against the ground. His eyes met with a certain lass. Joyful at heart. His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility. He thought

Playing Hard To Get

Playing Hard To Get long poem

She started to shake inside. Felt sick with anger and distrust. Now that the culprit that broke her heart was back in town. The past memories where clouding his judgement. Neither do I care. As a far I am concerned

War

War short poem

I feel like a ghost since time I am lost Spread my ashen coat on white city roads Go where no one could go Douse in snow, Travel between worlds alone So far from home My steps echoing, I soar

Insects On The windscreen

Insects On The windscreen short poem

Wherever we leave to No matter whatever we run away from Just be certain These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind Will pull us back one day right here itself.. This baggage Yes, those you once said; of old rags Can

Nightstorm

Nightstorm short poem

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the

Breathe

Breathe prose poem

Breathe. This is what our companion has instructed us to do. Yet how can we do this when she takes our breath away? She is dearer to us than the air in our lungs. Yet we must breath. Prayers spill

The Cleansing Tide

The Cleansing Tide long poem

The child in his arms was such a precious gift, her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare with her baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

Apart

Apart short poem

Her eyes were shivering a tear while the old year was shot she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘ And dried the tearful thought. Her eyes were echoing the heart its beating ten to one the counted seconds, whole in

Nightstorm

Nightstorm long poem

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the sprits And I too can feel the

Mother And Child

Mother And Child long poem

Well I wonder what she was thinking Just before her car went over the bridge And into the cold frozen creek below Well only God knows, only God knows Although I think this story should circle The globe and never

Thor

Thor long poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

A Secret Game

A Secret Game long poem

She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling

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Fly Away

Fly Away long poem

Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do

Confusion

Confusion short poem

A small child, in this harsh ruthless world Attempted to flee, fought to survive, dreamed to live. Ignoring all pains, cleansing all injuries Shedding off all weaknesses, it rises up yet again Faces the heartless pretensions everyday Cries within itself,

Haunted House

Haunted House short poem

A home full of poltergeists doesn’t sleep. Lights turn on, off, bulbs blow, glass Like shrapnel shreds soles until swept up. But the linoleum stays stained and the stains Shift and fade to resemble faces, fade again. Leaving only the

Ageism

Ageism short poem

A pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble God oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when I look back I

White Fear

White Fear short poem

Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap

His first hero, her first love

His first hero, her first love short poem

He didn’t let you shed tears a sentinel who masked all your fears, donned assorted roles for fun at times a horse other times a son, made you stand on his toes he was the ring encircling you close, the

Human Actions

Human Actions short poem

Laughing is sign of spirit Crying indicative of sorrow Tears in laughter is happiness Laughter in tears is reconciling Serious look is a sign of anger Calmness is a sign of maturity seriously calm is a sign of worry Shouting

Who’s The Best

Whos The Best prose poem

Again I’ve been listening to people boast, you can’t miss it cause it’s on T.V. radio and now coast to coast. More and more people with their chests stuck out, bragging I am the best all for me and to

I Still Matter

I Still Matter short poem

My looks are nothing special, My face reveals my age. My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy’s not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time. One minute I know

Deities

Deities short poem

What is it that we worship? Is it knowledge that we seek, and pray to the ones who know? Or is it just the name, a face that has to it some fame, bestowed upon by us? So are we

Fight Back

Fight Back short poem

Terror is tumbling down to the Earth, The trees are trembling in fear. The nature’s crying the birth cry, And its raining at the top gear. Thunder is striking so violent, Window panes hitting each other. Everyone’s trying to save

These New Strange Times

These New Strange Times short poem

All the things I never said before really doesn’t matter much anymore the world is changing me like never before like a ghost in the thick of fog…well truth is stranger than fiction just like a fire burning somewhere out

Meadowbreath

Meadowbreath short poem

The most primal of seasons First baby-breaths of spring Creation without reason A holy art of being Earth’s neolithic easter Without woe or restraint The forests ooze, the bees stir Irrepressibly make The oldest and most reverend Yet most wanton