Fables Poems

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

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

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Toy Soldier

Toy Soldier short poem

If I were a toy solider, I would sail, A child’s paper boat of reveries, When the afternoon was a languorous snail, And the scent of sleep slept upon trees. I would be the smile that played on his eyes,

Vanish

Vanish short poem

Desperation again, delusion revisited unreal reality, imagined homeland mythical fables, illusionary expectations we live in make believe world not a single shred of truth around each one of us running towards a distant horizon no sign of arriving, no sign

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis prose poem

Who am I? I mull over my identity… And I ponder Each one of us in this society, Belongs to a ‘religion’… To a set or a group, And each set of people Have their ‘rules of conduct’ Have own

Away From Home

Away From Home short poem

A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The

A Small Time

A Small Time prose poem

When I was a little boy, I used to run up to the end of the earthen road and run back homeward; in my hand an open-lipped astonished fig berry, a few apricot stones and some body-scars. At those days,

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For

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A Win-win Relationship

A Win win Relationship short poem

What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name

The Lost Trail

The Lost Trail short poem

We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same? Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back.

Scrutiny’ Truth

Scrutiny Truth short poem

You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition

A Bomber Unspeaks

A Bomber Unspeaks short poem

To find a safe god he traveled inside the books to develop the tradecraft of winning the world. Fog squinted from the sky and elite sun waited in the lobby. Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow, to nip the

Climbing Time

Climbing Time short poem

In succeeding years our wisdom is seen for what it is invention and tender folly as we go forward imagining mountains rising ever higher to see what we thought we knew on the trails below illuminated simplified and disproved sweet

Seasons Of The Heart

Seasons Of The Heart short poem

I look at you And don’t know why it’s getting’ cold The way you smile at me It seems like winter days The breeze of hot summer blossoms Smells like flakes of ice Now, I don’t know how to decide

The Dream

The Dream short poem

The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my

Love And Security

Love And Security short poem

If I should succeed in crossing all my T’s and become a person of renown and nobility If I should place all my ‘commas’ in all the right places, pausing where I should If I should stop at all the

Sweat

Sweat short poem

Sweat Sweat travels through the wave His vice gets harder and harder Leeches, Earthworm clamoring in the soil The Earth is crying with the sweat Some fear, some take a bow His bread and butter he earn though Blood gushes

The Year Of The Departing Artist

The Year Of The Departing Artist elegy

Among my Father’s gifts that keep giving I see less and less of the living. I find art that will never, be given to us again ever. Blue plaques and statues confirm their passage. Blues and bad news can’t hide

Sea by The Promenade

Sea by The Promenade short poem

The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to

Reflection Of Reality!

Reflection Of Reality! prose poem

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

How Much?

How Much? short poem

After all how much food A man needs? Only nine morsels a day Then why so much hoarding Of grains and foods? After all how many pairs A man needs? Only two pairs a day. Then why so much Unnecessary

Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

It’s time to say goodbye But I can’t I don’t want to say it It’s too hard It’s time to say goodbye How can I? Goodbye to our time? Goodbye to our memories? It’s time to say goodbye Goodbye to

Let Us Draw An Angry Bison

Let Us Draw An Angry Bison short poem

And when we walk into the twilight gold, if we do I’ll tell you tales of battles lost and won In hospital corridors. Of teeth chattering grit And diligent fear, That rises like seawater From toenails. And when I talk

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

Meltdown

Meltdown short poem

Unveiled, the moon will find you after morose beginning of becoming – me Homophobia creeps in, beyond the condemnation, the incompleteness. You walk straight in the arms of contradiction, confusion smearing the wall with your crimson, nihilistic words. Every other

Nightbird

Nightbird short poem

Room full of candles, crystals and paintings Well and this one is my little masterpiece… Deja vu in my silver and black I am pulled Back in a flash like lightning from out of the Midnight blue to a certain

The Dream In My Dream

The Dream In My Dream short poem

You are the dream in my heart I am the dream in your heart A dream that kindles joy and happiness A dream that puts sparks in my life A dream that blooms and spreads fragrance of love A dream

The Devil’s Triangle

The Devil’s Triangle short poem

South Atlantic an ancient and ominous death trap awaits unexpecting ships and planes and tonight it has claimed many lives again…well it is a mystery that most likely will remain unexplained buried deep in sin…however I have heard it’s the

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

My Hustle

My Hustle long poem

Staring in the mirror searching for hope Feeling only doubt and a complete lack of control My soul reaching out looking for a way out of this hole Even on this path, my dreams are so difficult to grab a

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were

My Declaration

My Declaration short poem

To my best friend My inspiration The rhythm to my rhyme These words in collaboration So smitten with you From the twist of your lips In the corners when you smile To the curl of your toes When you stretch

Losing Love

Losing Love short poem

If time was faithful to me You would never have neglected me Like others I too would have been dear to you I have already suffered enough of grief and by your disloyalty I am now a wreck I would

I Was Always Angry

I Was Always Angry short poem

Whole world hides in your liquid eyes, I need to return to my consciousness, to change my verse. The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words sitting on the edge, of a meaning I write a new song. Discovering

Emotional Vampire

Emotional Vampire short poem

Through the veil of love and care Innocence was taken to task Pleas fell on deaf ears Vampire thrived on tears An intentional infliction of pain Tears began pouring like rain With slander, abuses and rage The naive was kept

Whispering Bell

Whispering Bell short poem

the whispering bell In the hot desert wild on the high chaparral the desert blooms a sweet flower the whispering bell the color of cream on a pendulous stalk when stirred by the breeze it seems she can talk she

The Kiss – Song and Dance

The Kiss   Song and Dance short poem

I said I would dance only if he sings; And he insisted I kiss him – Only then would he sing; I moved closer, His smile widening with every step of mine; He held out his hand – And I

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota)

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota) short poem

I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

I Have A God

I Have A God elegy

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and

My Beloved

My Beloved short poem

Someday she will come for me with eyes filled with colors of ocean and hair wet in rain… Her basket full of roses – their petals may fall by the evening but their beauty forever remain Someday she will come