El Nino Poems

El Nino poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of el nino poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on el nino are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

El Supreme

El Supreme prose poem

Vestigial wings choke gills unbalancing tails Latching onto me Making an Arabic character out of my trail in the sand Where I window shop for girlfriends to stop devolution She’ll be perfect and symmetric Crystal and sound Like a moon

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Out Of A Dream

Out Of A Dream short poem

Well and in the season of El Nino the grey ones came I felt the earth shake violently and winds of a hurricane he whispered an ancient gypsy curse and drove her insane they made the headlines underneath the one

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Hues Of The Ocean……

Hues Of The Ocean...... short poem

Leave your worries by the shoreline, And run your bare-feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand. Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up-to your palm, Before you

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps prose poem

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

Hello Issaquena

Hello Issaquena prose poem

I had come from California for a visit with my oldest brother who had returned not long ago to live out the rest of his days in this quiet little Delta town of Clarksdale, Mississippi. After spending a night and

For Nepal – I Am Moved

For Nepal   I Am Moved elegy

The asphalt glints silver As the pitter- patter of my feet Mingle with the sounds of laughter, Anticipation and wonder Seem to echo from the brilliance Of the mountains as they glint, Glow and rejoice in the sun. Now I

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion short poem

When Egypt talks… What we call today…. The USA… Surrenders…. This is the way… Nasser one day…. Opened for us…. No need for aid Free we were born and stayed Greedy traders’ cells They trade the land They never understand

Colours Of Life

Colours Of Life short poem

Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,

A Paean To Reasonable Men.

A Paean To Reasonable Men. ballad

Beyond the storm of screams and groans And cries of a wretched tortured people, Lies a child curled, fists to his ears Consumed by the roar and fury Of a haunted Peace. Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise

The Garden

The Garden long poem

In a sleepy little village, nestled down a leafy lane…. Lives an Eden-esque panorama, that lies hidden from the rain. In this garden full of secrets, where Mother Nature lays her head…. Exists a myriad of creatures, who have no

Things My Mother Taught Me

Things My Mother Taught Me ballad

My mother taught me everything, When she sat me down on that toliet and informed me this is my life now. Though I was young I still remember sitting there for almost an hour as she didn’t tell me that

Too Incredible

Too Incredible short poem

It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded

The World’s Astray

The Worlds Astray short poem

Two faces the world has, filled with pretensions, brimmed with affectations. It is difficult to discern fake or real A smile stuck on every lip; whether con or genuine – Arduous to fathom. A veil as if to hide the

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Ageing

Ageing short poem

Old age is Golden age when friends of yest years are still mingling in group Old age is a stone age when the friends of yest years are in memorial leaving the One all alone Old age is youthful age

Hurricane Eye

Hurricane Eye short poem

I thought I saw you last night, Holding a hurricane in your hand! I beheld you in the fading light, Although I failed to understand. I’m sure I heard you in the morning, Teaching the birds how to sing. They

Tenuous Sinew

Tenuous Sinew short poem

The shadow crawls across the room and slips behind the door I sit and light a fire in the middle of the floor The fire burns brightly but I want more Smoke fills the room and an apparition of golden

Lost Love

Lost Love long poem

I really thought I loved you, I actually thought you cared I wish you had told me, But I knew you wouldn’t dare I wish I didn’t love you, I wish I never cared The remains of my pride, Drift

Destiny?

Destiny? sonnet poems

What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings, And those between, that unseats or installs, That crowns, exiles, or that sweetens or stings, While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls? Had all outcomes been rigged for loves

Love Sonnet 123

Love Sonnet 123 sonnet poems

Looking at remnants of the mirth that fled, This survivor riles at the trysting field Where once lovers bask in the joys they spread, Now forever lost, to forever yield; What with the cold winds blowing crisp and cold, No

The Gulf

The Gulf short poem

To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.

Let Me Die Alone In Deep

Let Me Die Alone In Deep short poem

Let me die alone in deep, Perhaps, I may take a breath, Don’t see me with hate and hope, Perhaps, I may live. Since, thee don’t know my pains, So, have not a jot of rains, I have a lot

A Beautiful Mind

A Beautiful Mind short poem

I have known a beautiful mind A mind that never ceased to work A mind that wove webs of thoughts And emotions I have known a beautiful mind That stored beautiful memories within A mind that never ceased to be

Expectations

Expectations short poem

You love me and I love you too, I wish I could show you The Snow View. Where pinnacles of mountains, Are covered with the snow. Beautiful valleys full of scented flowers, Are so magnificent,etched in my mind’s bower. Yesterday

I Thee Wed

I Thee Wed short poem

She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.

Light Upon The Brooks And Broken Streams

Light Upon The Brooks And Broken Streams prose poem

A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and

Hallucination

Hallucination long poem

It has been raining I stood on the window pane Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restlessly pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends

Do You Know This Girl?

Do You Know This Girl? prose poem

Do you know this girl? I wonder if you do. I know her now, but not as this mysterious, silent, sad figure. What is she looking for? Did she find it? The girl in the photo. Because she will grow

Heroic

Heroic short poem

Live life not with cowardice But live it heroically Heroism needs no trumpet Nor does it need a stunning physique Heroism is bejewelled In simplicity Heroism does not boast Heroism never condescends Heroism takes care Heroism does not mean being

Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl short poem

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister)

Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister) long poem

Born second amidst six siblings She was the quietest of all Her short stature was in no way deterrent to her extra ordinary skills She was the nightingale par excellence who could put the naughty kid to sleep, disturbed mind

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

Hands Of The Saints

Hands Of The Saints short poem

Southern skies kissed with blue sapphire the backdrop, framing the moment Golden sun the yellow diamond set in blue Gentle my friend, gently at peace upon the sand of white when the moment washes over the soul, slowly, gently Lapping

Rupestrian

Rupestrian short poem

My happiness ends here , on a Sunday’s evening after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler after this bright red sunset there will be no more painless, careless,fearless moments the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles,it’s

Signs Of Wounds

Signs Of Wounds short poem

Signs of wounds Her house is there on a circus And there my heart and head in fuss In winter boiled eggs I enjoy In summer sweet curd supplies a boy My longing is only to see her Pretences movement

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

I am alive

I am alive short poem

The day has been ghastly but I have survived the desolation desperate like a mast-less ship at the high seas with the anchor lost too just waiting for fate to toss and turn and throw me to a shore but

That Sad Feeling

That Sad Feeling short poem

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad So sad that I might go mad I know why I had ‘Coz I had got separated from my friends But I was not glad To see my friends ignore

Love You Always

Love You Always short poem

Love you short, love you tall Love you black, love you white Love you smiling, love you frowning Love you always Love your character than your beautiful face Love your composure than your disclosure Love your confidence than your face