Five Poems

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

Five Course Meal

Five Course Meal short poem

A taste of life was what I sought Peace of mind was what I lost Biting into chunks of a juicy life Chillies got into my nose and eyes Smoking from all orifices I ran to chill my singed senses

Five

Five short poem

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These

Take Five

Take Five short poem

Twelve thousand days ago, give or take a few I tried counting up the seconds in a year But the numbers got out of hand, wouldn’t stay in line Wouldn’t act like numbers are supposed to I kept making mistakes,

My Five-five-fingers

My Five five fingers long poem

I My five-five-fingers of my hands Zestfully lived In serenity. The three thrill fingers of my right hand: Thumb, index finger and middle finger Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully Amongst her BROTHERS: They rested gleefully upon the placid, SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART. II

Five Minutes

Five Minutes short poem

It’s been so long, from night till dawn Want to see your face, where my heart belongs Those eyes that make me smile and keep me strong I want to kiss those lips, all day long You haven’t called to

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An Ode To “once Mine” Love

An Ode To once Mine Love short poem

We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each

Memories of Mum and Dad

Memories of Mum and Dad long poem

Where are they now, these people who loved me? One of them is dead and the other might as well be. He died early and she’s waiting for the devil to ring her. I don’t think of them often, but

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

Autism

Autism short poem

Oh NO! Oh NO! why can’t they tell, shopping is sheer hell for me in tow, of them. I feel quite sick but pretend to be slick for as long as the gremlins in my head stay dead quiet. The

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

For Mum

For Mum short poem

Just like a Bonsai you stand strong and tall, Despite being just five feet tall. You rise high and refuse to yield, In rain and stormy weather, offering the best shield. You let us blossom and fruit, Ensuring we stay

Chapter Of Love

Chapter Of Love short poem

I wrote a love story… a boy met a girl they fell in love, they romanced through the next few chapters under the moonlit night sky, in the back seat of the Fiat, by the five gardens of love, on

Magneficent Century

Magneficent Century long poem

I was turning Eight when I met him First in Nineteen Fifty Eight He looked to me so tall while for him I was too small His gentle smile and pat on my back sent me straight into dizzy heights

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks long poem

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

An Ode To Love

An Ode To Love short poem

Sweet and attractive, you are like candy to a five year old. Little does a kid know you can give aches hard and cold. Like a sunny day you seem to make everything bright and beautiful. And then it burns

Soliloquy

Soliloquy short poem

Falling leaves, drifting in the wind….. tears of joy, looking behind, hard to forget, so much to remember. soliloquy: sea waves to the sand, washed your feet, hard to forget. tonight, I am asleep with you, in my heart.in my

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

The Bride

The Bride prose poem

I had just jumped out of a puddle of water and Then walked through the garden before I entered The living room of my house I don’t remember how old I was then but I know I was small enough

Emptiness

Emptiness long poem

When I was born you were right there, You raised me with true love and care. You fed me, clothed me and loved me dear. Too young to realize, hard to bear… I’ve grown up without you here, Mom. Even

I’m Turning Fifty

Im Turning Fifty prose poem

Oh My “I’M Turning FIFTY” I remember as if I was just a little girl and did not have a care in the world. I saw myself and said gee I cant wait to grow up! I went to middle

Mourning Of A Dead Body

Mourning Of A Dead Body long poem

Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.

Life As A Slave

Life As A Slave short poem

Slaves work hard in the cotton field from morning to night deprived of yield. They have to endure the heat from the sun. Oh, when will their lives as slaves be done? The slaves have little food to eat, and

In Memoriam

In Memoriam short poem

In memory of my Grand Mom who died over 30 years ago. Seeing you lying there In your eternal sleep; Lots of water has flown through since I was a child five year old Playing around the home Not knowing

Saturday Night At The Movies

Saturday Night At The Movies short poem

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

Missing You

Missing You long poem

You don’t know how happy I am, When I first saw you. You cradled me in your arms, And said the words I love you. The day I took my first walk, I saw the happiness in your face, You

Us, Obsolete.

Us, Obsolete. prose poem

If my face was 4.95 inches, and in each of these inches, instead of blemishes and pores, were five-thirty-eight pixels, would you look at me? if my voice was polyphonic, and instead of whispering, interrupted meetings, funerals, and family picnics,

Newspaper Boy’s Song

Newspaper Boy’s Song short poem

Sun is to rise, It is morning five, Dew drops on grass, these beautiful fresh vibes. I peddle my bike with eight bundles stacked, On my back and side by side. Woo — I turn the wheels To that other

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

How Can I Word What Is Beyond Words !

How Can I Word What Is Beyond Words ! prose poem

Tried , Recalled and Moved backward in Timeless times of Total Recall ! Tried , Tried , Tried and Tried to Recall the Timeless countless times and my words Totally Recoiled into Silence ! Silence is the Elixir now that

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Rajputs Go To War

Rajputs Go To War long poem

‘O Rana¹’ The odds are heavy The match is five to one Or may be more Our enemies united For our annihilation And knock like Ocean waves At our doorsteps Surrounded From all sides We are With no help coming

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

Reality

Reality short poem

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

Radio Man

Radio Man short poem

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of

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

Keep On Keepin’ On

Keep On Keepin’ On poetry books

From a biscuit crumb on your lover’s lips, to the death of a Princess, to the formation of galaxies far far away, human is our condition, life is our journey, and come agony, joy, or even world-weariness, people, let’s just

We Will Live To Win Another Day

We Will Live To Win Another Day short poem

Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa

Analysis Of The Written Word

Analysis Of The Written Word prose poem

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

Ice Cream

Ice Cream ode

Sunday, the ‘Holy Day’, declared by the ‘Old Testament’ After the hard work of the universal creation, for six days, Continuously from Monday to Saturday, fulfilling everything, From a ray of light, sea, sky, earth and all living and nonliving

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

Inara And Drall

Inara And Drall long poem

Once upon a time in a land far away, Lived a little girl who was scared of the day, As evening glow faded she came out at night, Dancing and singing amidst the moonlight. Her name was Inara for she