Eighteen Poems

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

Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song

Eighteen Today

Eighteen Today short poem

I am eighteen today I am on quest to the end point I am a gambler, no regret I am not a coward neither soldier My hope goes on ever since. It was my dream,to enjoy It was my hope,to

An Eighteen Year Old Lad

An Eighteen Year Old Lad short poem

Here I am, an eighteen year old lad Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.

Eighteen

Eighteen short poem

As rage dwindled and I came to be Writhed in agony on the ground, I howled. With beaten eyes, I looked around Buds of flake and broken shards were found. Wiping my eyes, I sat on the filthy floor My

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Answer His Call

Answer His Call long poem

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt ballad

How small and pitied am I in front of your beauty and your magnificence in its entirety! Though I must not be the first to pen my heart in your praise, I must not let these words that you bequeathed

Life As A Slave

Life As A Slave short poem

Slaves work hard in the cotton field from morning to night deprived of yield. They have to endure the heat from the sun. Oh, when will their lives as slaves be done? The slaves have little food to eat, and

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 Cry of our Children

The Cry of our Children poetry books

‘The Cry of our Children’ is simply a marvelous collection of poems, full of emotions and feelings in one book by poet Ruth Andrews. Though the writer has dedicated her book to motherhood and child- mother relation, this book has

Refugees

Refugees short poem

My sword all the way to the hilt heavy as insomniac eyelids frogs burrowing out of red mud fields the blade rust red and fleeing amphibians leaking blood my rebar staff my knuckles barked curse of psoriasis the yellow and

A Life Story

A Life Story long poem

Dedicated to Grace Abu Khalid who made me love Arabic which is my native language Being fifty years old now I met my Arabic teacher somehow I guess it is the will of God Joining with Grace, I am so

Born To Struggle!

Born To Struggle! ode

conception announced, nine months tenancy begins, pregnancy troubles follow, delivery is here, three-year weaning gone by very fast. hurray! pre-k education is here, elementary school is over, middle and high schools completed, prom seal received, legal age-eighteen- creates buzz and

Her Unmistakable Mistakes

Her Unmistakable Mistakes short poem

Locked my heart , dumped the key, For that sacrifice I never meant to be. Confused between sinistral and dextral, Oh God ! help me before I fall from the pedestal. I owed him tons of endearment so far, But

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Lead Me

Lead Me short poem

From the concrete jungle of materialistic pleasures, From the frenzy of amassing futile treasures, From the constant fear of losing or winning, From the endless cycle of falling and sinning, From the darkness of blinding fame, From the mindless, cut

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Tin Woman

Tin Woman long poem

Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore; but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore; the young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

To My Tassie

To My Tassie short poem

My love, my wish, my fiance Her love, her lips , her heart is what I want. Hearing her voice every morning makes my day That sweet feeling when I’m with her doesn’t go away. She’s the perfect to me

Searching…

Searching... short poem

I bend To pick up the pieces Pieces of me lying on the ground But when I bend I don’t know me Just frivolous petals scattered around I reach To gather up the bits Bits of me that have flown

The Transcendence Night

The Transcendence Night short poem

See the amazingly ironical sky Many stars are larger than the planet Still they seem to be some sort of fly I can feel my eyes becoming a electromagnet. Feeling the silence of the peaceful sigh Giving the problems yet

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Walk The Talk

Walk The Talk short poem

You walk with some people And you talk with some But with how many do you walk the talk…? You chat with some people And have Chaat with some But with how many do chat and have chaat…? True friends

The Music Never Stops

The Music Never Stops prose poem

Love stands in the corner at a party it might not have been invited to. Waiting for a boy who is too shy to say that it isn’t the drink he ordered. Or for a girl who is trying her

Letting Go

Letting Go long poem

This world has left you hurt, Your heart bruised and battered. Love was quickly taken away, like you never mattered. It’s hard to trust, it’s hard to love The anger and rage in you grew. To think back on all

Even With The Duck It Kinda Sucked

Even With The Duck It Kinda Sucked short poem

Hey Super Fly Come on let’s Hustle No need to Rock The Boat Enough Jive Talking Macho Man Ring My Bell, I’ll get your coat We’re going down to Funky Town ‘Cause we’re Born To Be Alive I have a

Love, Destruction, Love

Love, Destruction, Love short poem

The world is coming apart, I ask what goes on in your heart, The time to love is today, To save the world it’s the only way, because all this hatred is driving us to destroy, So we’re using weapons

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

Gold-tipped

Gold tipped short poem

At that time I was thinking something else when you gave me a half-kiss, my winter naked moon. A souvenir left by sun for the sake of night. I remembered pink roses unpetaling green thighs- for quest of shelter in

Turning The Page

Turning The Page short poem

Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page

Walk Beside Me

Walk Beside Me short poem

…but walk beside me & be my friend, with lifted chin, we’re bound to win, let’s hold hands tight, with all our might against this fight, don’t lose sight, because we’ll be more than just alright. let’s fulfil our dreams,

Two Ears And One Mouth

Two Ears And One Mouth short poem

A spoken word is best spoken lyrically, Extracted from brain, twisted and forged physically, Abosorbed and heart felt, i hope you find the ability, To try and understand these writen words instead of reading them cynically, A difference in opinion

Subtle Indifference

Subtle Indifference short poem

Like ashes stacked in a jar of indifference tightly capped to mask a stench so cruel from cigarette butts worth riddance- you caused me self decay and dismal. You put me out like those cigarettes in an ashtray of cares

Girls and Boys

Girls and Boys short poem

I watched the boys clamor amorous and sweet for their little girls who stand black on the street and you’ll crash I swear it back down to earth you’ll wear their frowns beneath bronzed, rough skin doused with confidence and

Am I Free To Speak?

Am I Free To Speak? short poem

Am i free to speak?i am asking you, am i free to speak? you won’t judge me at all ,can you grantee? if i speak about gandhi,you won’t call me bapu, ,if i speak about hitler you won’t call me

You

You short poem

You are … My constant thought A silent tear Who I wish was near I fear Only your going away my dear you listen without me speaking Thoughts are shared no matter where we are Feelings are deep Words are

A New Day

A New Day short poem

We hike till the bright sky turns to a murky night. Smiling with delight as we hike. Each of us filled to the brim with happiness, while enjoying life to the fullest. We hike in delight and in dislike. We

Make Me Strong

Make Me Strong short poem

Oh my Lord Give me courage Make me strong I know the path is long ”Make me strong” Oh my Lord When i fall down Pull me up Give me light and guidance ”Make me strong” Oh Merciful Open your

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Heaven in a Wildflower Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multi-coloured butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The

Wild Life

Wild Life short poem

Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of

When They Write

When They Write long poem

A story they have to tell One that can teach a lesson like a folktale With a lot being observed And knowing that no dish has been served They grab a pencil and paper Cause the pages are still eager

You

You short poem

What if I told you I think you’re perfect Beautiful forests in your eyes When I look at them I see where my dream hides And I have been hanging on every word you said to me I want to