Forevermore Poems

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

Forevermore

Forevermore short poem

It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With

Forevermore

Forevermore short poem

Through tears and fights, through smiles, I knew everything Would be alright. Through love and hate, through betrayal and debate, For you I would always have faith. We are friends I got your back you got mine, I’ll help you

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Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

The Thief

The Thief short poem

I used to have an organ beating, In my chest, rhythmic repeating The self same tunes for eternity; It resides now no longer with me. “Thief, where have you taken it? Even love hath forsaken it, Though the blood within

Angel Surround Me

Angel Surround Me short poem

Oh Angel Surround me and Keep me sane in such an insane world as today. Help me to be brave when I am frightened and afraid. Oh Angel Surround Me in your strong, strong wings now and always! Never let

Orchid Orchards

Orchid Orchards long poem

Walking through the orchards and dreaming as the soft summer wind comes lifting the scent of orchids in the air… well I’m all smiles today as last night keeps repeating its self in my mind I can still hear you

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Symphony

Symphony short poem

I have dipped my fingers in the blood of the victim and asked for the version of the surgeon. The precocious death? Do I need another witness? Who was trapped under the fallen tree? Only the passer – by was

The Abcs Of Life

The Abcs Of Life short poem

Able and ready time to move Beat of your own, find the right groove Chatter and friendship, have a drink Diet forthcoming on the brink Echoed faith, stare straight above Fireworks and cupid perfect love Guitar strings and rasp whispered

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

Lord

Lord short poem

When the day has come, for me to rest, I shall bow down to Lord with all respect, For he believed in me, and kept me, As his child, and empowered me, To do my best, to spread the message

The Last Rain

The Last Rain short poem

It fell like nothing before, and tried hard to quench the thirst, but every drop of it failed, whether the last..or the first…. The coolness was now a dream, the passion a haste, hence when it kissed the ground, it

Yogi

Yogi short poem

I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the

Rise of the phoenix

Rise of the phoenix short poem

My wings are clipped my heart bleeds my eyes have sorrow that you haven’t come to pass my soul lies battered and debauched and my limbs are but wasted my senses make no sense and I am all alone Wish

Strangers Passing By

Strangers Passing By short poem

If I could just describe the pain, The pain, of losing you! The pain, of missing those Passionate kisses, stolen at moments. The pain, of looking down onto my chest And not finding your head resting on it. The pain,

In Vain, A Minute After

In Vain, A Minute After short poem

There was a matter to write about, A minute ago, mass of words were Filling up my mind I should pen this, that and other My head was overflowing with Powerful words and emotions To an extent, that I lost

Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story short poem

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike

The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike short poem

O’ what a sigh for good old brother Mike, Who once as a child prayed to god for a bike. He remembered in lamentation those years as a tyke How his parents were poor, so all he got was a

Mask

Mask short poem

Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who

When Will I Grow Up

When Will I Grow Up short poem

Sitting in my room at night, having a drink and a cigarette Wondering about my life so far, haven’t I grown up yet? If I still like to do, all the things that I did When I was younger and

Author Of Empty Book

Author Of Empty Book short poem

When one’s Life is in shambles and mind in turmoil When one is caught in between the earthly desires and heavenly divinity Make sure He will be thrown into the dustbin of history what is the use of looking back

The Adieu!

The Adieu! elegy

From the first crawl I made; Till the first step ahead To the first sum I made; And the victory I laid You were the holder while I was a toddler. To first fag of mine; And the sip of

Creative Mind

Creative Mind short poem

My mind Is a wandering albatross! It soars High-up Into the azure blue sky Over the seas And oceans Where no other bird flies! It does not Look for land To descend after a long And tiring flight! It is

Yandere

Yandere short poem

Love’s a funny thing. The day I met him, I knew that he was the one, I knew that I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him. That’s where the problems started. Problems called “other girls”.

Diamond In The Swamp: Pt. 2

Diamond In The Swamp: Pt. 2 short poem

From the darkened waters where for ages they have roamed and toiled the fishermen, bobbing in their canoes with the rippling silent ocean waves, looked at the rays from the massive concrete superstructure dangling overhead it was like the heavens

Velvety Return

Velvety Return short poem

Like a dung beetle you were guarding the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away, a grain of ache in my tooth. Why you had to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust? A stone in the heart,

Existence

Existence short poem

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

Fly

Fly short poem

Sundown on a January Sunday a blast from the past caught me by surprise although we have been estranged someone could of told me you died, now I am in mourning regretting that we never got to reconcile so but

Ubiquitous

Ubiquitous short poem

Sought by lasting connections, Throughout many directions, An ideal still remains, To us virtues accompany our name. Well though suffering on, In physical motions beyond, Every iota of faith, Around the same time every day. There just past valleys of

Losing Myself

Losing Myself short poem

The pain slowly spreads through my body. While my mind begs it all to stop (to stop the pain, to stop the tears…), My heart refuses to let him go. The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!” But

December Frost

December Frost short poem

O vague December strangely mild, Thy leaves are restless, hanging on. No winter wind has yet blown wild With days so warm. The birds fritter and greet each dawn; No flights of fall have fain begun. Alas, December’s warm and

More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more

She Sells Sea Shells, Not Her

She Sells Sea Shells, Not Her short poem

Clad, tucking pallu She covers her frame Under sun, in rain Beating the mundane She rose above her man When he cheated on her Earning bread, raising kids With spirits, undeterred Covers her dignity Albeit, a menial job A smile

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Dusk has fallen Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation Helped by the gentle breeze Birds’s lullabies Happy with their young Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended Protectors day and night Far off mountains

Pain

Pain long poem

How can I start to begin to explain, To you it will not make sense, In life there are two kinds of pain, Both hurt but there’s one more intense. You tell me that you just cannot equate, When you

Traffic

Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?

The Times They Are A Changing.

The Times They Are A Changing. prose poem

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump

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

Nostalgia

Nostalgia short poem

Don’t forget, our passion of yesterdays. Elevated beating of our hearts. A gentle breeze against my face. Caressing ever so softly. A fine mist of rain, Your touch is refreshing to my skin. Thunder booming, getting closer and closer, our

Motive

Motive short poem

My aim was not to visit, Any house or human. My motive was not to flirt; My objective was to win. I always remember this; When I start. My aim was to locate love; Inside of hearts. When love is

Heartily Smile

Heartily Smile prose poem

She smiled every day And I returned her the same on my way! She smiled every day And I walked by just the same way! She smiled at every face That crossed her sight and that I wanted to be

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep short poem

She can barely walk after a gruesome day at work There are bruises on her forehead, her knees looks like they hurt Her face looks pale and her smile has gone grim Her hands look wrinkled, her hair badly needs