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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Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

True Love Never Fails

True Love Never Fails short poem

Her splendid eyes and vague murmur, whirl in my mind and thrill my heart’s core. The naughty smile emanates from her face makes me feel, a stringless kite on space. Her bosom heaving like ocean in full moon, makes me

The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

Reality Strikes

Reality Strikes short poem

The gentle touch of the breeze Unfolds the fragrant petals To have the nectar, the bees And butterfly on it settles. All around is green The nature’s carpet laid. The blue sky above, and The clouds giving the shade. The

Justine’s First Kiss

Justines First Kiss short poem

Her clothes had come to represent imperfection: the moment came on the night and in the way she’d imagined but with much more friction. sitting on the steps with April’s cold needling her bottom she tried to shift her sweater

On My Death

On My Death short poem

When I die, Bury me in those pages, Which failed to become My identity, my stages. Let me lie close To those verses, Those prose, Which never truly dealt With the emotions I felt. In my death Let me be

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

My Adorable Mother

My Adorable Mother ode

To my sweet and lovely mamma with greatest love and respect. My mother is a lady of strong convictions, She loves unity condemns fractions. She is a talented lady of diverse arts,she has a good command on her mother-tongue,and Knows

That Girl

That Girl short poem

Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

I Still Trust You, I Do…

I Still Trust You, I Do... long poem

Fizzle I feel, is this for real? Could it be a little weird, hope it will soon be cleared. Not sure if you feel the same, don’t know who to blame, is it you or me good at playing palpable

Silent Goodbyes

Silent Goodbyes long poem

The silences are loud, They come out like ghosts; Lost on their way. The winds blow the leaves away, And the Sun shines through, But we sit there motionless; With nothing left to say. My eyes are stuck to the

Defying It All

Defying It All short poem

Keep me there forever, In that fine line of your smile, Keep me there, my precious, For I feel like staying a while. My image is in shards, I wince when I touch my face, Death quietly spreads it gallows,

Will You Be My Valentine?

Will You Be My Valentine? short poem

A tremble on my lips before I speak A hesitation in my heart making it so weak A fearful thought whether it’d be fine If I say, ‘will you be my valentine?’ A certain spark in your big beautiful eyes

Schrödinger’s Alley

Schrödingers Alley short poem

One step the wrong way Is the path to this place within a place. The shops are different here. Run-down, Their beaten and smashed faces glaring With a menacing disdain. Everywhere, Schrödinger’s knife at your back, His gun to your

Eternal Beauty

Eternal Beauty short poem

Beauty in that black lifeless tree, why shouldn’t i call it eternal, It can exist in this cold lifeless environment, Isn’t it appreciable? Where are those colourful flowers, Where are those fragrant petals, Always try to attract small lives for

One Moment.

One Moment. short poem

It’s all just a moment Life squeezed in a drop Questions burst like bubbles Leaving an utter full stop Tomorrow is a myth of mind Hold me close and stay Nothing matters and nothing remains Our breaths are melting away

Patron Of The Dying Arts

Patron Of The Dying Arts long poem

Perfect hot white ceiling giving back planetary anger at persons and plants making a griddle of the city’s streetmap and challenging those afoot to not drown swallowed in their own sweat Opera singer enters air conditioned library cool and quiet

A Poet’s Tale

A Poets Tale long poem

Between the breathless breeze of day, I stood and wondered what to say, A sunlit sea, a cloud dressed night, a fawn dressed in the morning light, So much to choose , so much to paint, before my days grow

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

Obscurity

Obscurity short poem

Walking through the woods at night Not sure where I’m at The darkness I’m looking into Is overpowering A faint light from the sky Surges shyly through the blackness. But not sufficient for me To see where I am going

Where Is My Soul

Where Is My Soul short poem

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge

Live And Let Live

Live And Let Live short poem

Soul,common to all relationships for social order, social order possibility through peace role of peace is to realize the soul,common to all. Birth in a family incidental arrival soul is essential for livings’ survival body is ordered bondage of elements

Sacagawea

Sacagawea short poem

The river is frozen It can’t decide whether To go private or public For its matriculation Or even which subject It should pursue. Irony demands cartography, Hydrology, but given Its use it has thought, With the quickened springtime Flow of

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Our Superstar…. Grandma!

Our Superstar.... Grandma! short poem

Grandma… What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47? Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun? You had it all and you showed us all… From your first to the last two, you

Ethereal Awareness

Ethereal Awareness short poem

In this timeless ethereality where silences build converted assonances and gravitational elapses, I breath your unspoken space within my pollinated reflections… Petalled essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my second… Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows

Don’t Go Sweetheart

Don’t Go Sweetheart ode

Tonight, a night under a blue moon, still alive, not dead, let me read, all unread, let me write, all unwritten, let me see, all unseen, let me show, shown not ye, let me do, done not yet, let me

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

Meandering Mind

Meandering Mind short poem

A bud, A flower you are a closed bud come bloom into a flower and spread the fragrance of love into this scentless garden of my life!! Infinite from infinity “i” came kaleidoscoping through the horizons of a womb of

Demeanor

Demeanor short poem

My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be

Pleasant Timing

Pleasant Timing short poem

The silent moment of an hour, The rustle of cool breeze round the ear, Commemorating the past, Escorts a smile on the face with joy bubbling in the Heart… Tests of fears and success, Bulbous all over the head, Spawning

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown ode

Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for

Ephemeral

Ephemeral short poem

Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing

Love Judgment

Love Judgment short poem

You and me, both have names But love has one that does have fame From time immemorial when life’s dream yet to born From a conch’s world that blew a song: A song of heaven, a smile of joy Where

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror ballad

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

Staring at the sky on an early dawn of a day , when the light of twinkling stars are still fighting to give peace , you are not fascinated . Fascinated to hold your queer life freely back again. You

Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song