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

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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

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Ready Set Go

Ready Set Go short poem

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

When I Was Young

When I Was Young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Be Quiet

Be Quiet short poem

You be quiet Lest you may feel sad When a passenger is robbed When a lady is accosted When a car dashes on pavement When bike riders snatch jewels When a car is stolen When an accident takes place If

Oh Woman Oh Mother You Are Not Less Than Mother Nature

Oh Woman Oh Mother You Are Not Less Than Mother Nature long poem

Oh woman! Oh mother Abused beaten thrashed facing all torture You are not less than mother nature She gets disfigured scarred by her own Yet once in a while out comes her fury You behind that brave smiling mask From

Nature

Nature short poem

Ever felt the music in nature… Chattering of birds in rhythm, the melody in their voice cool breeze blowing through hair, resting in eyelids, whispering in ears the sound of the flowing river, spreading love everywhere carrying every being together

About Life

About Life short poem

I have written to you,God,grand poet and mentor, the living,extinct,prevailing wind and conscience of the universe, the unwilling,abettor of natural calamities,and unjustifiable, casual observer of human genocides among human assailants, to take note of your neutrality, having observe all these

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

Girl To Me

Girl To Me long poem

hi..she said.. oh wait, you even know me ? remember the day we met, we cried together all wet even though we never encounter i was there with you to saunter. for you ever did cry i was there for

River

River prose poem

I wish to be a river. Why do you laugh? I’m not joking, I really want to be a river Why? Just because River is not only a river. River is civilization. River is culture. River is humanity. River is

Success

Success short poem

Friday the 13th, known as Black Friday in US. It was the best for me in my life, as for the first time I could spell Success. It was the day, when I was communicated that I was selected by

Rain

Rain short poem

Rain …… Sometimes dark and heavy, Sometimes light and lively, Lashing downpours and violent streaks of light, Pearls on the foliage and the sweet smell of wet earth, Ambrosia for a parched land, Opiate for the lonely soul, Rain …….Oh, how

Minotaur

Minotaur short poem

Blue has me full sway a tide of it clingy as gelatin moving me in short shifts and I without excitement wonder where I tried falling in love my creepy overstuffed stare some non-commercial beauty seeming unspoiled I’m not what

Unity!

Unity! short poem

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

Silence needs no Syntax…

Silence needs no Syntax... short poem

I just have not learnt to punctuate . Do not know to put a full stop No commas, for I never pause No questions that leave marks of a rhetoric No colons to break flows And no apostrophes for I