Elite Poems

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

Annihilation

Annihilation short poem

What was left in our hands after risk and awards were given to seekers? Sign of grace at hairpin bends was absent.Nobody was speaking. A moratorium was announced. Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon through the interstices of

Poems containing references to : Elite

Shoes

Shoes short poem

A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of

Blindfolded

Blindfolded short poem

A dented version of an old grudge, blackened lips with an elite song, your relentless search ends in a terminal shock, nursing a green wound. That anguish was still there, and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures, false teeth,

No Grand Landing

No Grand Landing short poem

It clings to you, like a liquid rock, burns your skin. You get a chemosignal. Tethered on a rope your clenched iron fist remains dysfunctional. From the elite enclave red smoke billows like a jinni unleashed from the bottle. A

Madly Burns The Evening Sun

Madly Burns The Evening Sun long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

The Christ Child

The Christ Child ode

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

To All Fallen Brothers

To All Fallen Brothers elegy

To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead. To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead… For Power and Ambition even Friends will part. To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart. To Courage

Many Namesakes

Many Namesakes short poem

Boots in air an elite brain hangs out from the tall tears. It does not search an exit. Time moves out with a murder in eyes. Leading a spartan life in a lair, in tune with absolutely zilch. A sexy

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

A Bomber Unspeaks

A Bomber Unspeaks short poem

To find a safe god he traveled inside the books to develop the tradecraft of winning the world. Fog squinted from the sky and elite sun waited in the lobby. Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow, to nip the

Exile

Exile long poem

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

The Political God

The Political God short poem

It’s me, your god, your fate decider- The leader, the power, I am all that enslaves fire! I am a god, and I am a man! I am the death and I possess this earthly fan! It’s me, your lord,

* Voiceless

* Voiceless short poem

Crisp and tight, a parallel voice of black stars talks to sky, protesting the presence of ultimate outsider, when everybody was a partner of collective guilt in nightscape. What was the center of fight in elite members? The unhindered ego

Inverted

Inverted short poem

A tribal instinct stops the nemesis: Spraying the blood-soaked, small foot prints on my chest; unlocking, I accept myself. Why contained anger of awesome ache over the periphery? Through the atrophied, black limbs – an elite infusion of trespassing knowledge?

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The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

Brokenness

Brokenness short poem

Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb long poem

Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over

Balance

Balance short poem

Death in a glimmering light Love in the darkest place The balance of many things That goes unexplained So with the flame I bare And the love we share I rather death after a kiss from your lips Or die

Euphoria

Euphoria short poem

An ordinary lass, Rolled on the grass! Suddenly she glanced, Upon the blue vast! She wished hard, To gauge it in a yard! But oh! her wishful thought, Brought her what she never ought! Luck besieged her, Life to her

Passers-by

Passers by short poem

They are passing me by in the sky smiling silently as I sit near the sill and squint. Free, they follow the breeze while I try to tackle these tiresome lines. do they know I watch them gather and grow

Wife

Wife sonnet poems

sailing along these cumbersome waves with scorching rays upon our heads paddling against the winds of time so i will sing as bell the chime riding towards our yon of passion poesy to the cliffs and peaks of infinite glory

A Few More Moments

A Few More Moments short poem

Superficial Yet so deep.. The bond The desire To be One soul Two hearts That beat as one… Breaking shackles Sharing agony & pain Panacea Expectations A justification to live To what extent How does a relationship start? Where does

Dance Of The Cobra

Dance Of The Cobra short poem

Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

Wings

Wings short poem

“Let’s grow you some wings,” You said. “Can you do those things?” I didn’t believe. I was a student of science. Much to my relief, in my inner confines I was still a bird. And, you were a bard with

To My Friend

To My Friend short poem

To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion

What Am I?

What Am I? short poem

Standing in the calm after the chaos, I could still hear the echo, And I knew not what to do with myself, Starring at a loss, Of what I did not know, I thought- How deep should I delve? I

Depth

Depth prose poem

Hardly does anything trespass through the intricate niches of delirium, A shout practically hovers around in oblivion and a morning yell is supposed to be suppressed in the enthusiastic turbulence of dark whirl Darker emotions have to be admitted and

Capsule

Capsule long poem

Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought

My Friend, The Wind

My Friend, The Wind short poem

I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass My face caressed by the gentle breeze My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed? In times of sadness, it sighs consolingly in my ears Even

Lively Raindrops

Lively Raindrops short poem

Rain holds life, In every little drop, Hanging on every leaf and flower, Reflecting without a mask. Each lone drop, Has a story to tell, Of a struggle to hang on, In its journey. Like a teardrop, It falls from

Chicku-my Baby

Chicku my Baby short poem

While going away from you These thoughts came impromptu I love you my lovely Chicku Your purity and purity of Holy fire are akin You are the most cute and innocent face I have ever seen I can listen to

Please Give Them A Home

Please Give Them A Home short poem

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

A Daughter’s Dedication to Her Father

A Daughters Dedication to Her Father short poem

I’m stuck with mixed feelings, All the layers of emotion peeling, I ought to be happy and glad, Instead it’s bittersweet with more sad, I miss my best friend – my dad! It’s always the happy times, That are filled

The Photograph

The Photograph elegy

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For

One world?

One world? short poem

One physical world has as many manifestations as there are minds, for each mind sees the world and infers its own interpretations. We both live in this One world but your world seems entirely different from mine. My world is

Man Of Millennium

Man Of Millennium short poem

Non-violence, he didn’t discover Rather, he only got it recover He practiced what he preached He preached what he practiced He experimented himself, to awake He learnt from his own mistake His autobiography was an experiment with truth That remains

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me