February Poems

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

February 2016

February 2016 prose poem

All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my

Poems you will love


Velvetine Velour

Velvetine Velour prose poem

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood,

The Guy In Gray Last March

The Guy In Gray Last March short poem

You drive me to the same place. You steer so swift and safe. You reached my waist behind your car, In a land seems near, Yet, so far. Your face was so close to mine, And I thought it was

Poems containing references to : February

To Be Lost

To Be Lost ballad

To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of

What If

What If long poem

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave

The Feather On The Trigger

The Feather On The Trigger long poem

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it when all’s said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped over here by a winning smile from

Terrence The Tortoise

Terrence The Tortoise short poem

My friend Terrence was a little happy sole, he didn’t need a kennel, nor a house or a hole. His home was a shell that he carried on his back, so that all he had to do was drop down

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

What If…

What If... short poem

What if… birds grew trees flew Cats barked and dogs mewed What if… I laughed when I was sad cried when I was glad I sin when I am good and pure when I am bad What if… I break

Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friend short poem

I’ve got a friend that only I can see He sneaks around and sometimes helps me He might turn on the light then turn it off again But I think, to him, its all just a game. I often retreat

The Outsider

The Outsider elegy

Frustrating February… dull, desolate, alone, I loiter through the narrow lanes, for I still don’t have a room of my own. The hands they used to hold, the oaths of love they told, I have witnessed them vanish in time,

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

Converts At The Passyunk Square Tavern

Converts At The Passyunk Square Tavern short poem

Jesus appeared in the lounge there was no doubt as to his authenticity and the bartender had left the taps unguarded a second miracle as the former barflies would attest when confronted by Truth there is no need for a

Day is Day and Night is Night

Day is Day and Night is Night short poem

The day is white bright winter sunshine coats on, scarves many coloured, the zenith is the warmest The night is black dark moonless cloud duvet tight, pillows many and soft, the nadir is the coldest Between the lark and the

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

Smiles Dancing Rainbows

Smiles Dancing Rainbows short poem

If you gaze on up into the clear blue sky You can feel yourself lift; feel yourself fly Floating free of all earthly bounds Of all that held you firmly to the ground Soaring high and free For I know

Farewell

Farewell prose poem

February, had just bid farewell to its 29th day, Knowing that it won’t see it for next four years And that’s why I guess the night seemed a bit longer And silent, and calm, and the wind chose to lazily

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

Lupercalia

Lupercalia short poem

Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when

No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

Haiku Of Sound

Haiku Of Sound short poem

cool January soft sound of chattering teeth night of painful rest faint tunes of dew drops hazy February morn sun and transport wait first song of cuckoo melting snow of mountain tops a cool transition bees drone busily spring festival

The Second Monthe

The Second Monthe short poem

Our ancient timeless land is in the Southern Hemisphere, so it is now our summer time. Childhood memories of golden days, long beach walks and calm balmy nights are alive and very well. They are shining days full of happiness

The Snowman (reading Wallace Stevens’ Poem)

The  Snowman  (reading Wallace Stevens Poem) short poem

Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect — behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like quiet and focus of a sentinel, a snowman half-disfigured when scrutinized by early February winds — sparkles from an unseen, unbeatable citadel? Perhaps

Capitalism And The Rest Of Mankind

Capitalism And The Rest Of Mankind long poem

What they told us about Capitalism: We were told capitalism creates wealth, we were told capitalism brings the best in man, and with it, individual’s potentials are certainly attainable; we were told individual dreams and aspirations easily come to fruition

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Poems you may like :

Search For The Ultimate Truth

Search For The Ultimate Truth short poem

Then, from the dark eyes of Nemesis The scroll of truth slowly unwrapped… With surging affection,Fate acclaimed ‘Thou art brave and extreme wise For thou hast chosen the righteous path While the less-wise waste their trunks and words and brain

Forever In My Heart

Forever In My Heart prose poem

My promise to you… I will never forget the life we shared together..I will never forget the feeling I have when im with you..I will never forget the feeling of warmth in my heart when I heard you say I

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare prose poem

He did not read my diary left open, to know my kind Just read that middle page from his age set mind If only he had the time and patience That would have checked him by his conscience To read

The Merchant Handbook

The Merchant Handbook long poem

When in Spring with leaves turned to green Eyes, hands & face There lived one man with a thirst To live in the moment between space & time Selling his pots and pans to get by Although the years would

Sparks In Woods

Sparks In Woods short poem

Some depth, my thoughts never touched, the moonlight fades on my window. The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind. Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity. Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts where

I’ve Found A Best Friend In You

Ive Found A Best Friend In You short poem

I can’t recall how we knew each other But then its fine, it doesn’t matter I’m looking forward to the time we’ll meet You know, I do believe we’re soul mate. We knew we had a very strange start But

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Heartland

Heartland short poem

No sooner had the crooning of birds Help me ease off the bed in regularity, Than made me sad, of having to wake upto it For a final time. The mornings spent in sleep, Were painful hours of indecision, As

Go Wild

Go Wild long poem

A Naked soul once thought how it would be to be wild? To be dressed by the ambitions and fantasies all colorful , it couldn’t wait to shine. Listen to your soul when it calls for your attention, listen to

Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse short poem

Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn

Time For Love And Loss

Time For Love And Loss short poem

Love is not labeled for a certain time or day.once it comes your way you want it to stay You would think it’s the mainstay of life and joy. you would think that’s all you need to live an amazing

Little Annabelle

Little Annabelle long poem

Your appearance was so subtle and sweet So much so that I didn’t notice you Until April 2nd You were but a flutter in my stomach, The caterpillar before the butterfly. The doctor said you were blooming Beautifully. That’s why

Ode To Kimono Dance

Ode To Kimono Dance ode

Rainbow-colored butterflies fluttering around- And shades of spring, are the kimono girls Dark like blackbirds and ravens are their hair Fair is their skin, round like the full moon Their eyes like stars of Arabian nights glow Their dance gentle

The Plea Of Conscience

The Plea Of Conscience prose poem

Dear You, It’s been a long time since we spoke, I’m tallying the days since you’ve gone, Leaving me alone in this one-windowed skyscraper. The pages are blank. The ink has dried. So here I am, thinking out loud, Hoping

I Exalt Thee

I Exalt Thee short poem

For so long I have been down so low lost in the darkness of doubt, the Devil kept saying you think and you worry way too much but Jesus said I am the way, the love and the life, his