Expose Poems

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

Mask

Mask short poem

Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who

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There Is No Life Without Love

There Is No Life Without Love prose poem

But to fully know love you must love yourself. And that is one of the hardest loves to know. To love ourselves is to find ourselves worthy, worthy of being a part. Worthy of being connected. To love is fully

Reality In Vision

Reality In Vision prose poem

I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do

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

The Ashman Cometh

The Ashman Cometh short poem

Stovepipe tall and thin, all the shades of gray. Eyes so new you might think he’d sprung from a black snake firework. In tumescent jack-in-the-box, sprung toward the clouds. Likely to fall over yet, somehow both erect. And able to

Faith And Confusion

Faith And Confusion short poem

Confused, In a dilemma, To Write or not To take lead or not To express or not To expose or not Confused, In a dilemma, To enter or not To come out or not To show or not To explain

I’m A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please

Im A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please short poem

You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos

Fly Away

Fly Away long poem

Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do

Incubus

Incubus prose poem

Gazing lazy from the shadows lost in the thoughts of physical potential I see you. My heart skips beats as the implied safety of a rising and falling chest beckons my misdeeds. Lunar stripes through plate glass expose your beauty

A False Person

False people will always try to exploit you when the odds are against you Dissimulating the blame with stupid excuses and lies too They constantly try to turn the situation around on you But fortunately what goes around comes around

Love Sonnet 214

Love Sonnet 214 sonnet poems

Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine; How like sunset is, to the falling tide,

Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy

Adrian The Great, Canto 1

Adrian The Great, Canto 1 long poem

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

Fri-e-n-d

Fri e n d short poem

With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule. One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule. Both expose human foolishness in a mess One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less. Ridicule have a caustic

The Man, I Need

A girl of twenty I am, you will say, Not matured to search a man now, That’s the fault of your new specs, In old face; renew your face, not specs; Things changed a lot, you will see. Whole world,

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Coming Back To You

Coming Back To You short poem

What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the calmer one I know. What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted, Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted. What I

Bliss

Bliss short poem

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

Life After Death

Life After Death short poem

Is there life after death? I’ve always wondered No one seems to understand or know People have told me what they think Stories from everywhere make me ask Is there life after death? Each religion believes different things But are

My Valentine

My Valentine short poem

This heart aches In loneliness today… For my valentine Isn’t with me to say… The words to make me Feel a little good… To make me feel The way I should… Its just me Hanging on dearly… Just want someone

Fooled Again

Fooled Again short poem

She passed me by throwing me the crumbs of a smile, no sign of the love she swore would last forever, some time ago we were kissing now we’re passing. I know what she feels like under jeans and anorak

Desire

Desire short poem

My thirst is oozing with the champagne Romantic twilight after the sunset Melts into our mutual craving Come closer and fill the goblet Feel the pulsating heart, The tingling passion The lingering urge And watch the floating dreams Sparkling in

Numb

Numb short poem

People are hurting me. I just sit there and don’t feel a thing. They have all murdered me to not care about anything There are weights on my shoulders. Invisible and harmless, they are. It’s like I’ve grown older. I’m

Beijing Whitecollars

Beijing Whitecollars prose poem

She sits still like a rock, in front of her equally lifeless laptop Seems like someone’s glued her long, slender fingers to asdfjkl; Her blank, glassy eyes stare at the identically empty page The lack of ideas is sending her

Blame

Blame short poem

I am the wave blowing through you; Blame it on me, or blame it on you. Blame it on something I can’t prove, like I love you. Here we are staring at the sky, Watching our lives pass us by.

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

Watching A Galaxy

Watching A Galaxy short poem

I collect the unknown fears, better than the known. Winds start a virgin dance of reeds. There was a music for a monk I prepare myself to run into the storm. You are not, what you pretend to be and

Six Feet Under

Six Feet Under elegy

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest

The Old Odhani

The Old Odhani prose poem

She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to

The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

Mourning

Mourning short poem

Weighed by the weight of emptiness lost in the loss of music withering rhythm plagued sunshine silenced voice feverish moonlight shivering chirp moaning rain crushed smell smokey eyes creaking breath coughing air wailing heart choked feeling burning soul join mourn

Absolute Fullstop

Absolute Fullstop short poem

Time gives And time takes. And where does it go, That what time Steals from us? Good Times Bad times. Us. Nobody knows. Are they lost to nothing? Are they somewhere else? Nobody knows. Doom? Salvation? Nobody knows. Those we

Infinity

Infinity elegy

Long ago on a new chilled morning When I passed through the gate of Infinity Urge to go inside suddenly hit on me A little red lady was the one who saw that “Don’t go inside” was all she said

Scary Dance

Scary Dance short poem

Immersion in a regal carnage. Ash colored dawn was gang-raped. A bullet-ridden sexism shuts out the fame. Starts a chilling confession. O, my orion I adore your ruffled stance. Do not make a kill. Sunflower, why your seeds were participating

Gothic Demonic Illusion

Gothic Demonic Illusion long poem

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I’d like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime the casket is

The Music In Silence

The Music In Silence short poem

Wandering through the village orchard When the evening amber light is spread I could hear the music of nature When the breeze from nowhere intruded. The music band follows the breeze With a concert of the cricket shrill The pitter

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

Jigsaw

Jigsaw short poem

We are all made of, Millions of tiny jigsaw pieces… Of experience and memories, Which each piece releases..! Bit by bit & Inch by inch… Once it is together, It won’t even flinch…!! Time may come, When we fall out

Being A Mother

Being A Mother long poem

Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That