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(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
Poetry doesn’t just happen. It’s not just a bunch of words grabbed hastily and arranged to rhyme, it’s not even a so called overflow of emotions. Poetry is much more than that. It’s the silence that echoes within your being,
Call me time and again an incurable romantic. accuse me offensively of revering unrealism. laugh at me heartlessly for I over-idealize you. or just leave me forlorn, if I’m gallingly tractable. but I’ve a warm, not weak, heart. I sincerely
My life depends on how fast you unload Ephemeral me; who prays for either too hot or too cold I sustain such extremes for my survival I pray for some reuse before recycle You chat and engage for long is
If time stops for no one, not even for love A straight line unbroken from morning to dusk Then my life is hollow, there’s nothing spellbound And seasons of living are well traveled ground If life’s made of spaces instead
Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.
Meditating quietly, On the self within, In the serene calm of mind Devoid of motion or sound Every day, Like a vibration, With a speed of thought, I travel manifold universes & Beyond, Amusing my-self In various lokas¹, Ever shining,
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was
My love, we ventured deep in raging storms, Have groped in fogs, plodded on snow, Endured the scroll, aligned to rules and norms, Would we then die in calm, when no winds blow? For ships are stranded in such windless
Human relations are complex in nature Relationships may sway extremes from in separable to invisible It takes years to understand and feel comfortable with each other It takes a moment to destroy the love and faith that was built over
Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is
Here I stand, on the land where you wish me to dig my own grave with few seeds in my clenched fists hiding them from your glance Watching you write on my gravestone a name you gave me, ‘Frailty’, though
The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,
In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel Robbery from the poor was legal, via dirt cheap labor In all practicality, one could say that we were going backwards In the North, city life was fearful and dangerous I was
We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And
With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed And tears rolling down cheeks. My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her. I want to forget all the pain she had left
Wounds get scratched To the depth of infinities From where I had started Started that journey That I knew will never end But perhaps I imagined it all I imagined I’m carrying along as always Carrying that wound healer with
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s
For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.
You descended Into my being Like a pixie Had mesmerized Me and bestowed Me with vivacity. You met me Mingled with Shared secrets Suddenly left Shocked and Stunned Couldn’t discern Causes of your outset! Life is a mystery We keep
In the channels of the mind There may be untapped abilities to find. Who leaves a stone unturned? Review the materials learned. What did it really say? Did it explain the way? Did it anticipate tomorrow’s day Did it send
When I look into the mirror I see an unknown person There ain’t a gleeful smile Happiness evades him for a while The eyes were happy sometime ago A different person I used to know A satiated soul, was on
Memories of a friend that was in the past, Memories of a friend that will always last, Memories of the times that will never be Forgotten. “Oh how those days were but They just didn’t last.” Roll back the time
Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears
It’s funny; all it takes is a glance and I’m entranced, A stare from your eyes that makes me forget about the sky. A stunning smile that makes me grow so wild, A chance to release my inner-child. The tidal
In the deep dark woods lived a great brown bear, he was seven feet tall but the townsfolk didn’t care for although the bear was huge and had fangs and long sharp claws, all the people would make fun of
Heart of the earth- heart of the star, fire raging through me can I handle one more moment of this awesome ecstasy? energy flowing up in me- lightning pulsing down on me singing eternal memories… melodies arcing up- cascading down-
She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But