Exile Poems

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

Exile

Exile long poem

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

Death In Exile

Death In Exile short poem

He had pulled in many springs but failed to find a heaven. Asked not to look away. In absences he tried to enter the wounds again. An aboriginal pain flies over my shoulder. A spiritual failure of mankind? Counting unctuously

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Napoleon’s Nostalgia

Napoleons Nostalgia short poem

Corsica, oh my Corsica, Corsica of a thousand charms. Corsica of whose fragrance I can distinguish from France. I delight in your coat of arms, with an image the replica of an emancipated man. You were my childhood paradise, in

Poems containing references to : Exile

Just Fly High In The Sky

Just Fly High In The Sky long poem

Let us fly , fly like a dove , In the sky , sky of love , Hand in hand , With no aim to land , Until our soul gets free from this cage of sand . Let us

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

Stone

Stone sonnet poems

(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of

Longing Hearts

Longing Hearts short poem

Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an

Elope With Me

Elope With Me short poem

I came into the city at a young age and strive for the dream which has no stage There is a pretty girl around me who is so sincere and kind that I wanna woo In this familiar city, I

Stillbirth

Stillbirth short poem

Between want and desire few crumbs of words will not satisfy. Facts and perception build a latticed smile between tears. Discreetly life catches a miasm, a fault to commit suicide. When will the exile end, of hope, a holy womb?

He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

Navigating

Navigating short poem

One crisp scaffold. Was it possible that it became generous? For the street which turns the mutation into xenograft. I pretend to be which I am not for fear of dying daily or sleep no more in the lineage of

The Quantum Mechanic

The Quantum Mechanic long poem

Dr. Maximillan Williams is some kind of brilliant; Too bad he has to, in fact, be a villain. In his classes he was always the quietest, Lost in deep thoughts about the sciences, Perpetually tinkering with newfangled appliances, Never the

A Somber Night

A Somber Night short poem

A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole

The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals long poem

Thankfully I was never bullied at school but for this poem I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who was. Bullying hurts and leaves a permanent scar! Laughed at, taunted, left all alone, You tell me to

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves short poem

Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves

My Unchained Break Free Spirit

My Unchained Break Free Spirit ode

Released, freed weeded out off my inner confinements today.. Gone by wasted times dust pollen cleared away ! Heaviness of heart wryly sneered past feelings at bay.. My free spirit tickles senses..for now ..it is fully awake ! Mirror reflection,

Faithless Hands

Faithless Hands short poem

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the

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Problems

Problems short poem

Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!

Commentaries — From April 4, 2014

Commentaries     From April 4, 2014 prose poem

though moo cho yars older, i (bovine cuddly name = hay4four at aol dot com), could feign 2b a frat house bro by undergoing a facial augmentation – despite lacking dough unlike the multimillionaires here in lower merion, where a

Insomniac

Insomniac prose poem

Feels heavenly  to have  your shadows on my soul,    Imaging you in me…   Crappy reminiscent…   Behold you so querulous, pretending to be so apprehensive.  But not actually, I chuckled     Am hoping yon weird nights to recur, Would

He And She

He And She short poem

He says, In your lovely eyes you have a combination of blue and grey, a pair of strong magnets, and a ton of sunshine smiles. You have gait and posture of a Pine, movements of a classical dancer spontaneity as

Shadow Of Solitude

Shadow Of Solitude short poem

Raising the hands and touching the stars, Breaking the chains and coming out from bars. Fighting within all skirmishes and wars, Self innocence fluctuating within all jars. To be alone and full with communions, Always asks and warrants reunions. All

Transitional Edge

Transitional Edge short poem

Pathways have no boundaries, thinker was without a thought. Hostile mind refuses to believe truth was missing from life. From depth to depth measurement had failed. God does not know his creation now. Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs

Twisted Roles

Twisted Roles short poem

I tend lovingly my husband, present savior, shareholder of my future pains of old age. But, he is in my place and I am in his role. I nourished warmly my innocent children my blessed off-springs of happy home, future

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

Stepford

Stepford prose poem

Sorry that I refuse to be a good man, The one that bends to a will without breaking. The one that shouts your praises from mountain tops While saving kittens And Organizing decadent bouquets of flowers made by Boxes of

Alone In Eden

Alone In Eden prose poem

Though I had an amazing and awesome father , and my husband was a most remarkable man, still, I felt alone. Alone is not a good place to be. Nevertheless, alone is the place I found myself. That is, until

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! * * * * * * *

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening short poem

I fell asleep at the wheel of my life In somnolent slumber I slid Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road While I from reality hid Days had no meaning, events left no mark Each breath unconsciously taken Smiling

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

The Cycle

The Cycle short poem

Her eyes, wide in bewilderment saying, “What the heck?” Her face was red where his fist had struck. Her lips swollen, cracked in places where her teeth bit, Her tears had dried up and quit. I could see the damage

Love You Mom

Love You Mom short poem

As the day begins and sky turns blue… my heart says ‘Mom I miss you’… the clock moves and then comes noon… my heart says ‘Oh Mom you are a boon’… In the evening when nice is atmosphere and the

Sweet India

Sweet India short poem

The sky above our country Tells about the capacity This sweet country is place To forget your purgatory For friends it is flower For terrors it is burry Equality for the people Is the matter of hurry It is the

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels short poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Groups In The Neighbourhood

Groups In The Neighbourhood prose poem

The days are peaceful in our streets, schools of pupils upon their seats But when night draws in, it’s a different story, crowds of teenagers in their glory. They start to gather on the neighbours’ wall and begin kicking their

In Memory Of A Centurian

In Memory Of A Centurian long poem

The ever youthful never sober, always cheerful and smiling, a man of solid virtues and discipline bid adieu to this world of umpteen wonder after scoring a memorable century to the disappointment of thousands of his admirers Nelamangala Venkataraman Sharma

Hiroshima Speaks…

Hiroshima Speaks... long poem

Hiroshima That’s the name I am known by Sure , you know me too As do most of the people Across the globe Though for reasons not so good And why I wish to address the world today ? It

Night Terror

Night Terror prose poem

The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.

Blue bike

Blue bike short poem

Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode

To My Dear Valentine

To My Dear Valentine short poem

I think I have seen you few days before Since I saw you, I’m loving you even thousand times more when free from every worry, from all business shall I spend all my time beside you my princess to have