Emo Poems

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

My Flower Dried

My Flower Dried short poem

My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left

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My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Flirt

Flirt short poem

When His girlfriend Walked out on him, A “To Let” Ad Flashed on his forehead! I am— A free bird again, He proclaimed! I am— Available For another fling! Do not apply, Do not reply, Just walk in… And, settle

Labyrinth

Labyrinth long poem

Well and there is danger Around every corner you turn Trials and tribulations Like a Ferris wheel turns Many dark entities just waiting To devour you and drag You down to the great depths Of hell where it may take

Countless Times

Countless Times short poem

Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have

Blame It On The Weather Man

Blame It On The Weather Man short poem

Wet, wet, the rain does fall Damp, damp, it doesn’t care at all Drip, dip, the drops come down Drop, drop, makes you sad as a clown. Grey, grey, storm clouds above Cold, cold, get your hat and your gloves

Trees

Trees prose poem

This ungrateful city speaks slowly , not out of shyness because of her short garments , but because its suitcase is overburdened with blood. Bitterly I have been crying since the time I saw her. I cry for my dear

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

The Lake Awaits

The Lake Awaits short poem

Lying in the lake, it awaits. Anyone can sit and drift on it, but none yet…yet it waits. The boat on the lake. livelihood for some, for some it’s fun the lake recalls seeing tons of them set in the

Our Eyes Will Meet No More..

Our Eyes Will Meet No More.. short poem

The signs are loud and clear, The time is now near. Perhaps it’s not the worse to hear, In a while I’m gonna disappear. It’s not out of fear, ‘Coz I can no longer bear. The goodbyes are sad they

Tribute To Grand Son

Tribute To Grand Son long poem

Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before

Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored

Once I Had No Fear And Nothing To Lose

Once I Had No Fear And Nothing To Lose short poem

Imagination wild with dreams and A happy childhood so it seems From a young age my future was set Then tragedy and our family met Dad had taken fate in to his own control By deciding when to end his

Striving For Relief

Striving For Relief prose poem

We sat there in silence listening to the sound of each others broken heart beat. We did not look each other in the eye at least once. We did not touch. We simply just tasted our tears. We released our

In A Dream

In A Dream short poem

In a dream I met my love Ye Lords and Ladies fair minstrels played a melody music floated on the air a jester juggled flaming pins while dancing with a bear handmaidens serving bread and wine the night was ever

The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

A Khalīfah

A Khalīfah short poem

Duke of the East, O righteous Khalīfah! Thou reign with the divine inspiration. Thou art a holy leader, As the Book of the Prophet states. Successor of the decent Muḥammad. “Blessed are thy deeds,” Thy loyal subjects pray to the

Individual’s Inspiration Ignites It!

Individual’s Inspiration Ignites It! short poem

To tread over the moon, to Armstrong, had anyone taught? To scale Mt. Everest, had anyone led Tenzing, with hand caught? Did anyone pioneer Alexander the Great, to conquer the world? Can history stop his success stories being retold? Did

Life Is Grey

Life Is Grey short poem

Neither the victim nor the convict I am the witness of my excruciating journey I saw myself rising I saw myself failing I tended myself alone sometimes even inflicted pain on my own self selfish as I am called I

Rumination

Rumination short poem

Rumination… No more… proclamation for a key salvation… with gravitational truths and hypodermic memories, measured against a polystyrene heaven… No more… inner conflicts under a solar eclipse, orbiting inside my eyes… Outside-inside Me, rippling rhythms write a new stanza of

A Note From Heaven

A Note From Heaven short poem

No more tears darling daughter Dad loves your tingling laughter. It pains to see you whine and cry To console you with a hug,I try But you know that it is far As now I am a twinkling Star. No

Welcome Sir!

Welcome Sir! short poem

It was a fascinating night like albino children playing in park. I was gazing at sky. The years have gone by one by one. I am still walking on dead leaves refusing the fruits. This was me, no urge, no

Karen

Karen short poem

A timeless superstar she was You could hear it in her voice All her dreams, all her love She just had a way of Touching your soul maybe ‘cuz She had a heart of gold Oh now even still her

A Secret Self

A Secret Self short poem

Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the

Love – The Drug

Love   The Drug short poem

I hid away and staged my Death but it found me again . Never ‘O Never won’t fall for you again I am an innate being now . Your advances are sweet And your offers so tempting . The hair,

The Soulriders I

The Soulriders I short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

The Legend Of Pygmalion

The Legend Of Pygmalion ballad

Once lived a King of Cyprus famed Who held all women folk in disdain He eluded wedlock, never to be tamed While his people, they cried prayers in vain Venus at last chose to answer their call From the heavens

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

Where’s My Mother?

Wheres My Mother? long poem

Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That

Olive Branch

Olive Branch short poem

Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.

Wine Of Love

Wine Of Love short poem

Love is like an aroma of flowers, Stimulating the senses, Waking the ravenous hunger, Of an insatiable thirst for, Unhurried passion. A love lies beneath, That’s a light from within, With glowing embers of passion, Hearts racing in unison, Emotions

Human Lab

Human Lab short poem

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

The Finale

The Finale short poem

Sometimes horizon roams with moon I pluck the stars night drizzles from the dark clouds. A shadow falls on the door without struggle or rumor I know he has come, my guest the survivor of genocide. He has come a

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves short poem

Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully

Mother

Mother short poem

Simple as a thought, even though she is complicated, like a jigsaw puzzle… Hard like diamond, yet soft like wool, deep within… She is different, even though she is, a common human like us… Her lustrous black hair, and sparkling

Thought On Thought

Thought On Thought short poem

Do you object to sexual encounters in the clan to save a semi-god from extinction? A political consideration? For you becoming an otherself for future generation? I will not return to the cave for a bell jar of bones in

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

Swarming

Swarming short poem

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes fluidus but life was questioning again. You take to wars with thousand of nukes: still the daffodils were dancing. Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden moons and clouds: the red river,