Extensional Poems

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

The Monster In The Mirror

The Monster In The Mirror short poem

How can this happen, this horrible thing Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered, My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness. Surely a person could not do this, Could not be this cruel. A fire rose swiftly in my heart. My hand clinched

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Fatigue Of Wasted Years

Fatigue Of Wasted Years short poem

The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold

Dark Cloud

Dark Cloud prose poem

Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

Mum

Mum short poem

A life of living, A life of loss A life of giving, A life that lost Lasting memories A life adhered Enjoyment gathered in Younger years To all who knew a beautiful kind Caring, sharing an intelligent mind Now at

Quiet Night Loud Thoughts

Quiet Night Loud Thoughts short poem

As the rain drops beat against the transparent glass of my encompassment yet evoking such peace, how I also yearn for a piece. My mind rumbles in all this mumble, a familiar mania, an ambiguous source of my insomnia. How

Happy Poem!

Happy Poem! short poem

Heaps and heaps of words Stuck in desperation, mute, blind I un-turn pages and unfold stories A deliberate, hysterical rewind A happy poem they ask for Color, dance and delight I dig out thoughts, restlessly Terrified letters turn white A

Let Me

Let Me short poem

I know your pain, I know your anguish, I know your agony, If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden! I know you hurt, I know you’ve been forgotten, I know you’ve been unloved, If you just open your

Sound Of Music

Sound Of Music short poem

The music em enacted from that shining round stick called the flute, far from a distant shore , mesmerised me to travel to the place in per suit What a paradise was it to get attracted towards the dusty eyes

Alone

Alone short poem

Sad songs on a loop, Staring out the window – the rain falls – no stars in the sky tonight. She drops the fake smile, and loses the brave front Tears fall, fall continuously from her eyes. Each one representing

Carvings On Oak

Carvings On Oak long poem

Trumpets of honor, 21 Guns on her behalf She walks down the tarmac, an unbroken calf; Stars on her bosom, Wings on her shoulder Bearing a crest of memories, along with insignia of her mother She struts with inhuman pride,

Shed this Skin

Shed this Skin short poem

If only we were bones We wouldn’t throw so many stones Separated by this skin We seem to forget we’re all human Brother killing brother All for their flesh’s color Inequality uncontrolled Because of the lies we’ve all been told

The Hands Of A Smoker

The Hands Of A Smoker short poem

My nails chowed down and raw from the fear of a life that I have not really lived, a life without purpose. A cigarette sits between my lips, holding it between my fingers as if every drag I take will

Shelter

Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on

Hibernation

Hibernation short poem

It’s winter now. A sea of flaking whites with Few Mahonias and Jacquelines blooming bright Just the way you’d loved them. Of flowers, now I’d rather you be a wreath on my bosom Than a lonely rose on the lapel.

Oh, Please Give Me A Break!

Oh, Please Give Me A Break! short poem

Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language

Tattoo

Tattoo short poem

Dark, Cold and shivering is what I feel To see you Wrapped in someone’s arms Would break me Into a thousand chipped pieces Never to be completed again It is with the idea of you That I get to feel

Mind And Music

Mind And Music short poem

Mind cant mind its business It keep on dancing to its tunes It gets agitated at the slightest provocation It gets disturbed on losing money it gets agitated on not making money It weeps when others make money it feels

A Contrast

A Contrast short poem

Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

Sonnet 4

Sonnet 4 sonnet poems

The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth, Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour, Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth. Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden, Back i’th’ longest

The Secrets We Hide

The Secrets We Hide short poem

We struggle to have meaning in this world which we all know we try but yet we wonder where we all should go hidden in the questions which we can not find the answers are all hidden deep inside our

Dying Screams

Dying Screams short poem

Shall we go like innocents with heavy breathing in the pool of blood to find the inner-connectivity of a boldly beautiful death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine? There was a loss of hidden dance, in the

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

Yogi

Yogi short poem

I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the

Egalitarian Humanism

Egalitarian Humanism prose poem

What did it mean to be human? What does it mean to be human? What will it mean to be human? Humanity has fought and clawed its way to the current. Wars and superstitions filled our hearts and minds. King

My Little Boy

My Little Boy elegy

I miss you everyday Someone else taking your place No way. To the world the only memory of you is me miscarrying you. For me your memories will be forever of me carrying you. You were not just a part

Ear

Ear short poem

EAR Ear is meant to hear On hearing Romantic tunes Ear tunes the heart On hearing nice words Ear soothes the mind On hearing soft voice Ear brightens the eyes On hearing appreciative words Ear brightens the mood On hearing

The Master’s Meal

The Masters Meal short poem

When you’re in a service, and the Holy Ghost is there, Here is something with you, I need to share. When you go to the Alter to kneel down and pray, Don’t worry about what people might think or say.

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence long poem

We met, a random act of coincidence We talked, I figured we had some sort of relevance Never in my time has someone lent me an ear so much, trust me I commend your patience Small talks, random brawls, A

Remember Dear

Remember Dear long poem

remember dear… on that moonlit night when we sat watching the glittering shimmering moonbeams… on the blue waters …you had written my name on the Golden Sands; as a receding wave washed it away… I had questioned? You smiled… snuggled

Haunted

Haunted prose poem

Creaking doors in the attic Crying like ocean waves Wind singing through the canopy As the piano starts to play. Evil voice moaning lullabies Heavy footsteps are in sight Bloody-red eyes in the dark shades How haunted this world is.

Written in August

Written in August prose poem

To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the

In Our Minds

In Our Minds short poem

Bent tree, drooping branches, wilting leafs aged from time Knurled fingered, hands wrinkled much like mine. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and time. We are old and that is fine, we’ve aged

Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while

Don’t Call Me Your Mother

She used to tell me Right from wrong, Don’t call me your mother I never listened to her; I made her go crazy Don’t call me you mother Until the day she was disappointed. She said to me, Don’t call

Left Behind

Left Behind short poem

Remember the day we met? Our hearts beating fast But minds were set Everything else was last I made you mine You made me yours’ There were many signs Love was at the front door Now I’m broke My face

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter prose poem

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

Moving On

Moving On short poem

We laughed and We shared, A friend, you were, I knew I know you well, Wanting you to be happy, all the times you dwell. Then, one day you said, I was more than a friend, It was different with