Ermine Poems

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

What Shall I Be?

What Shall I Be? short poem

Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power

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Bluer Than Blues

Bluer Than Blues long poem

The last gift from my father was B.B. King’s blues on CD. A week after my father’s death my mother handed me one of the towels she bought as a gift for the guests coming to the funeral, as it

I Am Heroin

I Am Heroin long poem

I am euphoric, I am analgesic, I am your friend. I will make you feel better; I will change your life. I am extracted from the from the opium of a scarlet red poppy. I can give you a sense

It’s No Secret

It’s No Secret short poem

Walk with me through the gate and garden I have a story to tell you ‘Lil darlin’ but understand it was a different way of life in 1864 when the country was divided and thrown into a civil war… it

Go Wild

Go Wild long poem

A Naked soul once thought how it would be to be wild? To be dressed by the ambitions and fantasies all colorful , it couldn’t wait to shine. Listen to your soul when it calls for your attention, listen to

My Final Goodbye

My Final Goodbye long poem

Today I am sending my goodbye to you, I loved you with all my broken pieces, I gave you my soul which seems to be torn now… I am saying goodbye to the times I spent with you, The laughter

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

Light To Light

Light To Light short poem

Winter has just set in Like a beautiful tasty sin Snow has started falling down To cover the land with whitish crown She is out to play in snow Love is ready to flow and grow Flakes of snow when

Old Age

Old Age short poem

Wishing a long life for some one dear, may be gesture oozing deep from ones heart The long life may be a boon if the person is hale and healthy If the person is sick and tardy his life is

Modernity

Modernity prose poem

I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700’s. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes

Foeticide

Foeticide short poem

Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do? long poem

WHAT WOULD YOU DO if you Found out your best friend was dying Of cancer, would you stay with them? To the end or would you turn around And run faster than the speed of light… Well and WHAT WOULD

On Your Lips

On Your Lips short poem

On the lips of the lotus the softness of the rose is not there…. On the lips of the rose the pinkness of the lotus is not there…. But dear … on your sweet lips the pinkness of the lotus

You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain   Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

Milkweed

Milkweed short poem

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The

Butterflies!

Butterflies! short poem

End of gold, and the clear sky turns black from blue, begins to cry; A pall of gloom as far my sight, the brightest day, darker than night. I pass my gaze over the awashed way, brilliant colours all, all

My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary short poem

Slowly I walked into the coolness of the woods Serene quietness punctuated by the calls of the birds Scampering of squirrels amidst the moving shadows Cast by the leafy canopy of boughs and leaves As clouds play hide and seek

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

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

Love You Dad

Love You Dad short poem

You gave me everything you had, Oh, I love you so much dad! You were always there for me, When times were bad- Oh, thank you so much dad! You helped me overcome my fear, When the situation was difficult

Something To Say…

Something To Say… short poem

Am I happy? Am I sad? Have I been good? Have I been bad? Look at me crippled Over there Look at me dancing Everywhere Am I really sitting still? Am I climbing up that hill? I am weaving my

Give A Lift

Give A Lift prose poem

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

Try

Try short poem

Try I will, to start trying After you have broken; Not my heart, but my soul of truth. Try I will, to start trying After you have killed; Not my wishes, but my hope for good. Try I will, and

Hunger And Anger

Hunger And Anger short poem

When the tummy is empty It cries for food When the mind is disturbed It shouts with anger When the tummy is half filled, it asks for more when the mind is unsteady it shouts but repent instantly When the

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Flowers On The Beach

Flowers On The Beach short poem

Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three

The Sun Sunk Behind A Diamond Clad Horizon

The Sun Sunk Behind A Diamond Clad Horizon ode

Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and

Motionlessness

Motionlessness prose poem

An empty chair on an abandoned balcony must be bored. It goes into the dressing room, sits on the floor in front of a silent mirror, and asks her colorful landlady to sit on top of it, so that they

Mysterious Love!

Mysterious Love! short poem

The beauty and depth in your eyes, like the deep red rose’s appraise. the mystery and attraction of your face, Fascinate and amaze me with utter grace. Rose planted in my heart’s garden, started to bloom and brighten. my words

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

Looking at how vibrantly the tree’s leaves dance. Swaying side to side. Side by side. I watch the cars driving sorta fast up and down the street. The breeze have picked up some. Quite cool this afternoon is this Sunday’s

New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the

Love Of My Life

Love Of My Life short poem

Well we had ten good years together but even if we just had one you left a special place in my heart that’ll last forever even as new loves come and go I know I will love you still…just thinking

Love

Love short poem

Love is not what you make Love is what you give and take Love is not a game you play Love is a sport not to be played in a single day Love is what God has gifted us So

Love Sonnet 100

Love Sonnet 100 sonnet poems

My God, thanks for the love You brought my way, Also, for joys received as caring grows, Should harsher times make me recall this day, These too, become moments unfazed by woes; Thanks for the gardens made lush by Your

A Winter

A Winter short poem

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

The Damaged Heart

The Damaged Heart short poem

What shall I do? However hard I try, her memory of bygone days, I am unable to erase. The truth is that the mark she has left on my heart has now melted and formed a hole. Though I continue

My Love My Moon

My Love My Moon short poem

I am like a pheasant enamored by moon Who is attracted to moon for its beauty Let me play with the streaks with its tune Let me be out of horizons to be just free Moon from centuries is loved

Theoretical Love Poems

Theoretical Love Poems short poem

(with words borrowed from Cyril M Kornbluth) in molten silver beyond reckoning you watch clouds float beneath your eyelids your tongue crushes grapes until they pour gold and you forever taste the song of peacocks making melodies for the morning