Fruit-loop Poems

Fruit-loop poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of fruit-loop poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on fruit-loop are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

You’re Crazy

Youre Crazy long poem

Well and You’re Crazy if you think I’m gonna let you bring me down again, if you think you can just come back into my life after being gone so long and expect me to take you back just like

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Not Every Fairy Tale Needs An Ending

Not Every Fairy Tale Needs An Ending short poem

I don’t mind your goodbye if only i see you rejoicing in the shade of your new found happiness I will not cry over the memories you left me with but will be satisfied to see you are making your

Unborn

Unborn short poem

you enter the lair again dun – colored shrapnel was on your lips to hear your truth I lay down the book and look beyond the acid rain falling after the explosion the yellow flames still lapping against the crater

Ocean And Shore

Ocean And Shore prose poem

I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

Innocence

Innocence ballad

The birds, trees, sky , and sunshine A kiss for him ’cause he’s so fine Playing on the beach, on the sand Wearing sailor striped knit clothes And holding his hand Swirling around I let go of him To smile

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder short poem

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny

You Just Don’t Know

You Just Dont Know long poem

Until you’ve put your feet in my shoes don’t tell me you know what I’m going through have you traveled the dismay I have you can never tell me you know how I feel you just don’t know I’m human so I cry, God

Out Of His Element

Out Of His Element short poem

I saw a sparrow today–one small, speckled Bird, feathers fluffed against wind-toothy Rain. Driven from the sky by leaden clouds Weeping over densely packed buildings and Cold streets, he picked his dripping way to The curb to stare in blank

The Good Fight

The Good Fight short poem

Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,

Mountain Joy

Mountain Joy short poem

Mountain road a staircase to the sky As the early morning mist tries to fly Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun Amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun Mountain breeze that strangely never tires Whistling nonchalantly through

Crossing The Deaf

Crossing The Deaf short poem

A siege had an agenda for a suicide match. Treat him with dignity. A proxy face of a serial adultery. The collateral damage will not be undone. The aggressor denies the scrutiny. You will find some upheaved boats in his

Seasons Of The Heart

Seasons Of The Heart short poem

I look at you And don’t know why it’s getting’ cold The way you smile at me It seems like winter days The breeze of hot summer blossoms Smells like flakes of ice Now, I don’t know how to decide

My Darling Child

My Darling Child short poem

Were you not born Had you not looked at me I would be a “No” person Your little fingers Your smooth hand Your rolling eyes Your funny smile Take me to Heaven And lo…my dear Darling little child You are

Bright Skies

Bright Skies short poem

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

A Day

A Day short poem

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

Individual’s Inspiration Ignites It!

Individual’s Inspiration Ignites It! short poem

To tread over the moon, to Armstrong, had anyone taught? To scale Mt. Everest, had anyone led Tenzing, with hand caught? Did anyone pioneer Alexander the Great, to conquer the world? Can history stop his success stories being retold? Did

Why Do I Write?

Why Do I Write? short poem

Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers

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

Gi Melin

Gi Melin short poem

Into darkness we go Where the light cannot reach O’er hills and trees the shadow go Until we reach the edge of night Where the starry skies Go forever on into the night Beneath the stars, our lives we make

Sky Is The Limit

Sky Is The Limit prose poem

We have heard many say Sky is the limit What is this Sky about For doing so many things Helping the needy Achieving a goal Setting great targets To become “somebody” To scale a mountain To cross a big river

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

Love Sonnet 122

Love Sonnet 122 sonnet poems

How soon can you stop walking in my dreams, Though you lavish me there with everything, In dreams that make real what only seems, Awake a pauper, but in sleep a king With kingdom in the clouds that truly boasts

A Rainbow Team

A Rainbow Team short poem

Here we are A rainbow team A better life Our only dream Look up at the sky There’s a purpose there You can’t deny Stars are everywhere Bright eyes to glow To watch you grow A milky way To dance,

The Bold ‘me’

The Bold me short poem

Seek illumination from the burning sunrays, Enliven yourself at every phase. Be the one the world comprehends, And keenly dires to blend. Be the guide- create the ride, Trust your flow and set your sails to grow. No looking back,

The Doubt

The Doubt prose poem

I could see no justice while the righteous were being deprived, I who fought for his face,I who resemble justice was driven by the zeal of what that represents true devotion,devotion for my thoughts that give an insight of my

Forever

Forever short poem

She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her

The Brain Born Perverts

The Brain Born Perverts short poem

Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

The Cemetery

The Cemetery long poem

Like monasteries of old, you, lie perched on a hillside near the village You are mysterious, somber & silent yet there are no huge carved Wooden doors flung open wide to welcome weary travelers, And you offer no bowl of

Sleep My Little One!

Sleep My Little One! short poem

The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests And the fierce wind has calmed down

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

Respect The Clay

Respect The Clay short poem

Around the world Millions of us Both young and old Are born to cross The ocean of being A sight for seeing Cry, start with a breath Sail, cross to death Back to soil you are To the forest floor

A Benign Place

A Benign Place short poem

In a story that i wanna tell there are tracks often traveled but for different reasons but i travel to find myself For when i first visited they held a part of me captive and no, i do not go

Nakedness

Nakedness short poem

Dying piece by piece in shock – a life without a mutiny. Walking amidst blue kraits you never raised the stick. Of extinct possibilities in the night of unmanned crossing- the blood streaked globe goes on revolving round the blazing

Artist

Artist short poem

I eke out, darling, I eke out I am ill and poor as you are On the gold and under the membrane You took everything, the angel and the devil There are things, Things I hide from my friends Things

Reading Elizabeth Bishop’s Poem : Sestina

Reading Elizabeth Bishops Poem : Sestina short poem

December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,

Baby God

Baby God short poem

Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in

Hues

Hues short poem

They weren’t as bright as they used to be, Slowly chipping off the wall Faded and dying In the form of broken crumbs Of coloured plaster. Intricately separated by a line of black Throughout their lives They realized their lifelong

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