Freshness Poems

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

The Fountainhead

The Fountainhead long poem

You are the fountainhead because when you speak, the river speaks and it delights us with its continuous whispers and it surprises us with its rapids: Acute, frequent, inherited from you You are the fountainhead Because you deliver the caresses

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Today I Saw A Baby In A Mall

Today I Saw A Baby In A Mall short poem

Today I saw a baby in a mall Sitting on the trolley comfortably looking with wide opened bewildered eyes at everything around her everything for her so huge so tall she a tiny figure in the big mall Perhaps the

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

Loom Of Dreams

Loom Of Dreams short poem

It was a dream delicately woven Fine threads of silk intricately spun, Embroidered with hope that made it brighten Vibrant hues all blending into one. Under loving care the cherished dream did thrive. Soon it was time for it to

Woodland Wonder

Woodland Wonder short poem

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Birth Of A Poem

Birth Of A Poem short poem

Everyday I get impregnated with a poem Words start shaping a form Every word opens a new world Words that sparkle with new meaning Everyday I feel morning sickness I know material does not easily accept the spirit’s patience and

Mother

Mother prose poem

Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

Dawn

Dawn short poem

Day’s beautiful moment starts at dawn, It finds me in the mysterious hands of night. It’s loveliness does not fade, when the sun rises. A day starts with a freshness of the dawn, It brings a ray of hope, which

The Fallen Leaf

The Fallen Leaf short poem

The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread

Silence

Silence short poem

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

For You, I Will

For You, I Will short poem

If you can’t open your eyes and see the beauty of surroundings within you, If you can’t hear the sounds and hear the songs of the birds chirping, If you can’t smell the freshness of air, For you, I will

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

Simple Vanilla

Simple Vanilla short poem

Vanilla you smell so very sweet, good enough to eat. Vanilla you smell so sweet but yet your taste is bitter all alone. Vanilla mix you with sugar and you are home. A scrap here and there. A boil in

Fresh Studies

Fresh Studies prose poem

Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed. Many things that we have already learned

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

A Life Of Chance

A Life Of Chance short poem

Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness

In The Eye Of The Ferris Wheel

In The Eye Of The Ferris Wheel short poem

In the Eye of the Ferris Wheel, I see beautiful scenery that makes me feel, so amazing and fantastic as it could be. In the Eye of the Ferris Wheel, I experience the joy that only my heart can tell,

April First

April First short poem

The thief helped the blind man up his front steps caressed his elbow and asked about lucky numbers and did he dream about more than one thing – was there smell and touch and sound, how could he tell if

Message To One And All

Message To One And All ode

In 1855 President Franklin Pierce of the United States made a “request” to Chief Seathl1 of the Suwamish tribe of Indians (who lived in what is now the State of Washington) to “sell” his land to the government. In reply,

Malody Of Loneliness (suboor’s Pic)

Malody Of Loneliness  (suboors Pic) short poem

The winds whisper and sights release music of song Perceive, loneliness has its own melody ever strong Suboor captures that first in heart then in camera Inspiring it became, it’s a meaningful panorama Reminds me of great writer who wonderfully

Diamond In The Swamp’ Pt. 3

Diamond In The Swamp Pt. 3 short poem

The sprawling mangrove forest shifted away from the giant concrete thoroughfare that has come to traverse through their murky habitation. Their host of wild mammals and their uncut barbaric lifestyle have retreated farther to their dense recluse of primitivity. New

Paradise

Paradise short poem

Have you ever felt that feeling. When sitting alone and you feel that sense of belonging. That indescribable feeling that races through your whole body. It makes you feel like you want to preach to everybody. This is all triggered

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Personality

Personality prose poem

Not everybody becomes famous Some fizzle out without trace Some acquire recognition but not total popularity Very few wins the heart of all gaining unprecedented devotion Charisma stems from the root of genes Some are introvert and shy and cant

Can We Trust What We See?

Can We Trust What We See? prose poem

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real?

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of

The Book Club (Allegory)

The Book Club (Allegory) short poem

Inside the freshly renovated library they’re cataloging blood bags: those Rh-negative are honored on the upper shelves where nobody can reach them, those from universal donors are less valued, but they are very much needed in the emergency hospital for

Dear Friend…

Dear Friend... short poem

The dawn is how you look, when the sun rises, you rise to help us, it’s you when we need, we call. For you are the one who fights for us,sometimes irrelevantly, these things of you make us all adore

Ways of love struck heart

Ways of love struck heart short poem

The dice were loaded right from the start what would they roll was destiny’s game would it be love or would they roll out hate would they lead to bliss or bitterness was the fate strange are the chances and

Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship long poem

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

Hiroshima Forgive Us

Hiroshima Forgive Us short poem

Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never

Bottle

Bottle short poem

Like a bottle into a sea I toss thee into the infinite. The never ending roll of waves that make up a brave new brine. Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into a new roil. I toss

Alone On The Lonely Island

Alone On The Lonely Island prose poem

All alone on the lonely Island, I feel I am left alone. I keep murmuring , Hoping someone listens to me. There’s no one to laugh with, No one to sing with me. I wonder why am I alive, when

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

Love’s Brief Hour

Loves Brief Hour short poem

In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,

My Heart

My Heart short poem

Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament. Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement, Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking The Wrong Type Of Guys. You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies. I Want

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Isabella

Isabella short poem

Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain