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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The City Sleeps…

The City Sleeps… short poem

They say, “You miss someone when you lose that one”; I’ve lost some electricity this morning, and I already miss my hot shower. The washing machine just forgot her daily round, while the purifier has peed not in his earthen

Hive

Hive prose poem

Chastened by expectations. Seasoned by trial. All journeys begin the same. Roads diverge, yet all end at the same destination. Experiences vary, stories differ. But the results the same. Progress occurs by the nectar left behind. In this way, the

Against Your Heart

Against Your Heart short poem

I laid across your heart like a bed. Secure, soaring through the air. Goodbye to the linen I left back at home. Stuck in an room. I felt at ease. My back falling splat into comfort. An endless supply of

Past failure’s dine.

Past failures dine. prose poem

When things happen the way we do not want them to, especially when we have alternative ways for a better result, a few of us tend to go against the present time with our own ideology. A few stand up

Candlelight

Candlelight short poem

Magic by CANDLELIGHT every night I’m sending my love to you oooh Knock, knock on wood just like the Oracles of Sybille and Wi-Fi of Delphi It’s a triple star path on a pale pony Ride, back to moon shadow

An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By

Anticipation

Anticipation short poem

Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile

One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight In this harsh winter away from home As fainted stars hung in dreary sight With all but gloom as he stood alone The eerie silence of the winds That gently blew the resting

Seclusion!

Seclusion! short poem

The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes

Love Scenes

Love Scenes short poem

1. A body lives in my pocket I fathered a hundred moons. 2. You touch me with wet nose I know you have come. 3. The golden grapes on your tongue were very sweet. 4. Illusion becomes a squatter I

To The Twelve

To The Twelve short poem

Simon, James, Bartholomew, How I long to follow you… To walk with you, and talk with you, Philip, Jude, and Andrew Thomas, so skeptical, Matthew, so critical Peter, so radical, and John, so mystical James the elder, who did behold

The Rethink

The Rethink short poem

From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

Once In A Blue Moon.

Once In A Blue Moon. short poem

Once in a blue moon, Beneath the moonlight, Locked in arms of the sea, The moonbeams reflect, On the shimmering waves, Its infused blue hues. The swell of the tides, Gaze at the beaming moon, Shrouded by fluffy clouds, In

The Father I Know

The Father I Know short poem

Where’s the father I used to know, The one who cared for me, The one I could turn to, The one that would not hurt me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would dry me eyes,

To My Tassie

To My Tassie short poem

My love, my wish, my fiance Her love, her lips , her heart is what I want. Hearing her voice every morning makes my day That sweet feeling when I’m with her doesn’t go away. She’s the perfect to me

I’ve Forgotten The Summer Sun

Ive Forgotten The Summer Sun ballad

Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty, The way the northern winds blew my skirts was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives, It was under that noon, I met thee. Racing against cold blankets from afar, and fighting cocooned

Seeking Shangri-la

Seeking Shangri la short poem

An isle so lonely, that no one seeks. Full of allure and comeliness, that no one sees. I search, I seek, my Shangri-La, in solitude purdah of wilderness, seeking for my ecstasy. It’s the detritus they see, winsomeness, is what

Unbelief

Unbelief short poem

A detritus of malaise, tugs at my solitary hour. There was a question of stature amongst the old fractured feet. What was it which made you feel taller than your own son? I was looking at the antlers of a

Mint Sauce

Mint Sauce short poem

Curly reveled in gamboling meadows where all was bleating purity and colour rare with buttercups. With snapping at her heels she led a skittish huddle In senseless panic, Into a world of roasts and hedgerow sauces. A blade, sharp to

Infinite

Infinite short poem

Breathe In and out Chest falling and rising She speaks of lost life Melting galaxies swirl through her Stardust pumps in her blood Strands of life are woven through She echoes a lost universe Unique and radiant Sparking and alluring

A cigarette song

A cigarette song short poem

The last bit of cigarette from his hand drops into the ashtray. So does mine. Are they making love to each other, As we are? Love, need, passion, kisses, skin, climax. Are their thoughts like ours, burnt and spent? As

And Another Thing…

And Another Thing... long poem

Well and you can’t believe in superstition and believe in destiny what’s meant to be is meant to be and you can’t jinx yourself just by revealing your dreams no, nor can you curse yourself ‘cuz curses don’t exist for