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.
(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
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
‘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
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
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
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
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the
Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed
Having to forget you is a misconception. I understand that things happen and these things we often have no control over. Consequence. Watching the boat leave it’s pier is one of the most beautiful things. My honest opinion. The beginning
A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.
Tell me about her. – Her gaze was empty. She was here, yet she wasn’t. Everyone around her in tune with reality, While she was somewhere in the distance. No one could ever reach her. She shut them all out.
Four deep behind bevelled glass Glazed by dreams Of Spanish Isles of turquoise And dark eyed maidens The smell of damp rock And kerosene Breath like iron Into black rock Promises to sad wives far away Children peering through frosty
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of
I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the
M portrays my feeling of MISSING something that I never had, and could never see; The feeling that people were always MOVING away from me; The feeling that MONEY would never come my way, but only flee. I is for
I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, Should in your isle, you walk along the brine, Would you fancy to play this childish game, To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine? The moon reminds me of
I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room
Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the
Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.
Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing
Chasing dreams in the night Powerful thoughts with lots of fight Dreams of space and time Imagination wanders as I unwind Fairies and unicorns in my world Things I always dreamed of as a young girl Dreams keep you going
I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s
Moonlight streaks, Empty streets, Lonely hearts, Miles apart. Tender strokes, Memories touched, Love – lust, All gone to dust . Bare face , Deep eyes, Empty chairs, Lifeless smiles. Heartache, Heartbreak, Momentary unrest, Light stroke. Golden glow, Emotions flow, Take
Well and Paybacks are hell aren’t they But you can’t say you didn’t have it Coming… Respect me and I’ll respect you Disrespect me and I’ll disrespect you It works both ways… Don’t make it harder on yourself now Than
One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin