Eurydice Poems

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

Synesthetic Elegy

Synesthetic Elegy elegy

thieved by dust of years, still living dead between those tacit yellow words engraved in marble– yet, yen for you tastes opiate honeyed in flowery strings of elegy myrrh scent hanging from a lifeless tree. Come back for me love,

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This One’s Also For You, Ma

This Ones Also For You, Ma short poem

10 years back I wrote one song That one was from me to you, Mom. When you read it, you applauded Your heart was filled, it eluded. Today I hear that your eyes are filled when you pray So much

So Tiered

So Tiered long poem

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

Solitude – Unrequited Love’s Paradise

Solitude   Unrequited Loves Paradise long poem

You are a dream which can’t ever come true; You are the horizon, which can’t ever be touched; You are the cloud, which is never meant to rain; ………… if you stay, burn me in the fire of passion; if

Chameleon A Lover

Chameleon A Lover prose poem

I admonished my lover, you are a chameleon often change colors cant trust you your passionate red threatens me, saffron too showy green heals me to the core, blue takes me to a mystical high he gave a fleeting chameleon

My Mother

My Mother short poem

I do not like my mother Not sure that I even love her Oh I have my excuse, she ignored the abuse while accusations floated above her I wish I could say it was drink, sounds much more acceptable, don’t

Paper Boat

Paper Boat short poem

Paper boat, paper boat, In the stream goes up and down afloat. It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night, Only floating and floating is the boat’s right. On the water of the dark blue ocean,

Lost

Lost ballad

Where is my feeling of anticipation Where is my gentle voice of persuasion Where is my rock and my foundation Where is the ease of my frustration Where are your thoughts and your reflection Where is your support and your

By Tinkling Its Silver Anklets

By Tinkling Its Silver Anklets short poem

By tinkling its silver anklets, She, my own blue river flows in twilight! the sand shores and waves forget themselves; while in a wet kiss; Then in a lovely embrace! By tinkling its silver anklets, she, my own blue river

Tomorrow

Tomorrow short poem

Tomorrow when the sun rises again It will find a world unkind People killing people Friends being unkind to mankind Tonight, the night will give me rest Regenerate me and prepare me for Tomorrow Tomorrow again many will die And

Ode To My Father

Ode To My Father ode

My father once said to me before he laid to rest one day; “Be good my child at your deeds, but none should use you indeed. Being loving is the greatest gift, mankind is running short of it. Let no

Dreamwork

Dreamwork short poem

Crafted in a fine web like Gossamer design… DREAMWORK on a star stream In a timeless circle, circling the Great nebula divine, third eye Projection, rowing in stardust And in the river of Eridanus… Well the dream has just begun

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Dear Barres

Dear Barres short poem

Why you so tough You make my fingers so rough The more I try to move ahead Oh my! One or two will be dead And however hard I may try You will make sure you make me cry One

Once It Breaks

Once It Breaks short poem

once it breaks then mends again it’s never quite the same the wall goes up…uninviting less willing to play the game remain on guard don’t lose yourself don’t give it all away tread cautiously don’t assume be mindful what you

A Shadow At Midnight

A Shadow At Midnight short poem

A Shadow moves in the corner of the eye, Sending a chill through the warm summer sky, Rustling trees seem to whisper your name, Doubling back from whence they came. Your footsteps match the thuds behind, You stop and turn

Easter Morning Siren Song

Easter Morning Siren Song short poem

It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge

Knives Were Out

Knives Were Out short poem

Do not stare at full moon. The distance between love and hate has narrowed. Not for the shrunk radiation, sun wants to hide behind the gift of sunflowers. The golden ring on the black finger, I love the death’s cry,

You And I

You And I short poem

To look at my face you need the mirror of your eyes. Your eyes never wonder how they reflect an image of my ‘I’ to your senses. When you read this poem, you find an image of my thoughts through

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

End Of School: Farewell English Teacher

End Of School: Farewell English Teacher short poem

Today is the day we separate Today involves a change I hope I don’t suffocate From the information I’m about to exchange You were there for us Not as a teacher From the school to the bus A best friend’s

Behind These Bars

Behind These Bars short poem

Behind these bars my heart is full of pain behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now behind these bars I sit with eyes

You, Cinna

You, Cinna short poem

And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May

Masquerade

Masquerade long poem

Well and as the music plays and everybody Dances to Mozart inside, I stand out here On the terrace all alone, outside. All alone except for the owls, the moon and the stars I might feel left out and down

Nestlings

Nestlings short poem

Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?

Beautiful Mist

Beautiful Mist short poem

Surrounded with the Beautiful Mist, My heart knows, this is life – a gist. No matter how foggy it seems, My soul desires to take the Leap. Faith and Liberation prevails, Only the charismatic peace it exhales. In front of

Born Of God And The Virgin Mary

Born Of God And The Virgin Mary long poem

Sweet Prince of peace conceived in love Born Of God and the Virgin Mary And in the light of a star bright Angels came saying: “Behold tonight In the city of David a savior is born Most holy, Born of

Returning

Returning short poem

You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. In loincloth a truth unravels

Love Over Loss

Love Over Loss short poem

As dark as the night he chases his prey lika an animal who fights he lies, he betrays One after the next picking and choosing no fears, no regrets a life worth losing One choice is to lose another is

Clock Maker (v2)

Clock Maker (v2) prose poem

Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.

Unfulfilled

Unfulfilled short poem

So much to say, so few ears, So much to write, so few words, So much to think, so less time, So much to sing, so less rhymes, So much to do, someone else can do not, So much to

Your Ship Came In

Your Ship Came In sonnet poems

You lingered in a deep and restless sea, Ostensibly, a man content to be Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss; Resistant to the charms of every Miss. Simplistic in your chosen way of life, Hard-fast, you vowed to never

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota)

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota) short poem

I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing

Life post retirement

Life post retirement short poem

You never touch the ground neither go round and round hung up for a very different use your job now to make them amuse after retirement a change of fate now into swinging than erstwhile rotate sure I’m for this

Music, The Dance Of Waves

Music, The Dance Of Waves short poem

On the shore of soul she rises as a tide, The dried sand that is hot and burning, Lo it’s wet and now it’s turning, In the dreamy eyes of a smiling bride, She is now a rainbow of seven

The Thing That….

The Thing That.... long poem

The Thing that helps me see… makes the world blurry. The Thing that makes me laugh…. makes me cry. The Thing that fixed me… is broken. The Thing that I try to show off… is terrible. The Thing they call

A Child

A Child prose poem

They like to pose , just as the pretty rose, they like to fly like birds so high in the sky, they act naughty like a little monkey, they like to be clicked every time, they like to interact as

Perfectly Imperfect!

Perfectly Imperfect! short poem

I am not perfect and nor are you, I have fallen and so have you, I have made my mistakes and so have you. I have my weaknesses and so do you. You may not have had the same experiences

Did You Miss Me ?

Did You Miss Me ? long poem

I slept wondering if he would miss me Was it easy for him to leave me? I saw him going happily Surprisingly He came back and asked me If I would like to come along with him My eyes startled