Eraser Poems

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

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

Poems containing references to : Eraser

Take Five

Take Five short poem

Twelve thousand days ago, give or take a few I tried counting up the seconds in a year But the numbers got out of hand, wouldn’t stay in line Wouldn’t act like numbers are supposed to I kept making mistakes,

Internal Conflicts

Internal Conflicts long poem

I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of

Salt Or Snow ?

Salt Or Snow ? prose poem

Everythin’s spinning. Leaves flying. Round and round. Sadness floating. Still here. Damn good it was. Real lucky I was. Now scares me. Forget it ! Remember the funky happy song! What are you waiting for ? F**k you all off,

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Sweat The Technique

Sweat The Technique long poem

There’s a battle for your mind but you say it’s just fine pulling a 9 to your head it’s the walking dead Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation A seed was drop from a farmers

Death

Death short poem

You bring fear in the eyes, You dont differentiate between truth and lies, Neither you look out for good and bad, You just make everyone sad. You come like a thunder in the sky, When there are no birds which

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

cement heart of disappointment you traveled but not far enough graceful hands and tapered nails handwriting worthy of a calligrapher barking your knuckles peeling spuds standing in boots and a man’s coat you stink of his sweat raise his children

That Day And This Day

That Day And This Day short poem

Then young & handsome Now old & ugly Then very active and efficient Now passive & inefficient Wise & sharp then Foolish & stupid now Attractive romantic hero then Scary & hated villain now Teeth were a shining diamond then

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

Love Sonnet 189

Love Sonnet 189 sonnet poems

Show me a rose more fair than what I have, And I’ll tell you, you searched throughout the lea For beauties that to weary eyes would salve, To find the one you flaunt as fairer be; Or trod the dawn

No Snow Falling

No Snow Falling elegy

No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses

Infatuation

Infatuation short poem

when I fell in love I pressed my heels against the sky as if in a bread oven sitting with my forehead on the warm ground and the wind and the butterflies and the clouds like smoke were hard to

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Mirror

Mirror short poem

In the quiet room, I was all alone. On the laptop screen, the onslaught of Primitive memories was making me cool. The lamps were not lighting the streets. While deleting the texts, I felt as if Some people were murmuring

Delicate Dream

Delicate Dream short poem

Oh as delicate as a rose in full bloom As delicate as a multicolored butterfly Could this be the dream I dream of With both eyes opened wide oooh Makes my heart go boom, boom, boom… Every time you hold

Love, Wisdom, And Peace

Love, Wisdom, And Peace long poem

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

Private Vs Private-self

Private Vs Private self short poem

I greet, I don’t wish you well. I smile, I don’t laugh I eat, I don’t indulge I pray, I am no devotee I sing, I have no harmony within I drink, I do in abundance I speak, with words

Passing The River

Passing The River short poem

Passing The River I saw men at war And I mourned the dead I thought to myself why can’t we just love each other instead Passing The River I saw starving children at play It made me laugh a little

The Final Countdown

The Final Countdown long poem

Things have not looked up Since the end of that war. We have tried our best! But It seems that we are doomed! People have lost all hopes… The Asuras should be happy. They are in distress too though. Uncle

I Have Found Heaven

I Have Found Heaven short poem

As I’ve opened my eyes I see you standing by my side Your innocent face smiling at me Like you always used to smile This has cost me a lot yet It was like hundred miles to travel Now that

Autumn.

Autumn. short poem

Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons

Blue Revelation

Blue Revelation short poem

Blue Revelation Dark fate Blue tears Oh the heartbreak Well and now the ones I Loved are all gone and I am All alone just like a ghost In my own home as the days And nights just drag on

Tenants

Tenants short poem

Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome

A Broom’s Prayer

A Brooms Prayer prose poem

Often have I swept the floor, the veranda, the yard and all the passages of the house. I do not know whether as dedication or devotion the rough hand of the housewife has, by my daily use, swept our household

I Will Always Think Of You Derrigs

I Will Always Think Of You Derrigs long poem

I will always think of you Deriggs I always pray for you that you have health, love and happiness When I am home alone I think of you and call you to offer you my greetings Sometimes I even write

Man’s Ages In Sun’s Stages

Mans Ages In Suns Stages short poem

As the sun rises from horizon arc , So does man rise from womb dark. As sun gives out its tender rays , So does man charm in mild ways . The sun then takes a step bright , So

Something Human

Something Human short poem

Beautiful girls formless of criminal honesty falling in love with endymion a wave is furrowed on the forehead of selene, envy or a genetic trigger starts a nightmare fading star heralds a gray moon leaves are falling like my words

My Turn Makes Me Mourn

My Turn Makes Me Mourn short poem

I wait for my turn as Milton stands and waits for his turn bright Oh! Being mourn for my turn rakes up my grief in the urn To charge my body with violent torrent of blood Causing turbulent in my

A World For You

A World For You short poem

If I could paint a world for you, my child, I’d fill it with the sparkle of new life With bursting buds I’d break the frosted ground And put an end to darkness and to strife I’d drench your ears

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

What Is Happiness

What Is Happiness short poem

What is happiness if I don’t feel the plants feeding through my roots and the blooming smile on my lips being their blossom’s smile? What is happiness if I don’t feel the wings of my soul being the bird’s, flying

Beast And Lovers

Beast And Lovers short poem

In the orbit, fear was invisible; was not seeking anything, just wanted to become a stone; break my body into seven rocks, each one becoming a rhyme never to die; said, I am, now, is, not mildewed past, not grizzly

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer short poem

Photo by Ungry Young Man I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or

I Exist

I Exist short poem

With the aroma of the sea, submitting itself to the shades of mauve with my skin so wet , and my hair in mess wiping my lens ,to explore the horizon did it unleash my forgotten memories. Dragged in and

Mirror

Mirror short poem

“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me.

A Distant Endearment

A Distant Endearment short poem

Look outward, vacillant eager suitor; the harbouring eyes reveal all. And never disappearing, your every thought would explore revolving exclaves; maintaining absolving introversion. Never subvert the remaining affection; never go. Endless reminder; sanguine. Rarely ever after death, there’s happiness. Every

Love Sonnet 59

Love Sonnet 59 short poem

These banks nurtured the lotus I admire, Not far landward are flowers riverine, Where hid beauties, hunters of yore aspire, The nymphs their hearts have fancied to enshrine; The river flows like love in rendezvous With Fate that caps its

Blessed Is That Man

Blessed Is That Man short poem

Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise. Who doesn’t take advice. Who doesn’t give advice. Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise Who doesn’t live to repine. Who doesn’t judge, criticise. Blessed is that man Or

What You Said

What You Said short poem

Sperms spilled on thighs When moon was hung over trees To engage reverberations, Contesting erratic moods Outside echoes Stitching white milk into black tears, It was not for the deliverance From pain of separation And drink the eyes: The waves

A Job Half Done

A Job Half Done ballad

Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant, And decided to meet the weekend after. He worked his beard a tad carefully that morning, And