Fuel Poems

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

Ascent

Ascent short poem

Ascent of mankind. From the deep forest of Europe, to the Serengeti in Africa. Man evolved. From the great cities of Europe through the deep cultures of Asia. Good vs Evil. Rocket fuel propelling things along. One without the other

Poems containing references to : Fuel

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

So I Am 27!

So I Am 27! long poem

So I am 27 now, people says I am getting older now, but it’s just the same child who has just learned to grow somehow. Now I understand what my goal is, and what all are my priorities. Priorities may

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

Demeanor

Demeanor short poem

My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be

The Stars Are Breaking

The Stars Are Breaking long poem

Have I been born of a curse; Rehearse The station just burst, A hole through it first; So it is like to be at the mercy, of this jury decided on perjury. A trial without annihilating the evil inside me,

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

Teenage

Teenage short poem

Teenagers falling in Love is akin to adding fuel to the fire Little do they know the intensity of mutual attraction will fade out burning their heart and soul in no time Love birds feel living apart is impossible they

The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside

The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside long poem

Have you felt nauseous that you want to vomit out yourself? So tense that your muscles find it difficult staying in one piece? So worthless that you wanted to die? Well, I have and I can tell you that it

Being Beautiful

Being Beautiful long poem

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

Emotions

Emotions short poem

Emotions are what fuel us What fill us to our core. They are the defining elements in our deepest thoughts. That fist you slammed against a wall? Anger. The tears you cried over a heartbreak? Sadness, pain. The curses you

A New Friend

A New Friend prose poem

I met you in the sun light And you did shine so bright Then I started being polite So that we be truly unite The other day when I saw you, Your dress was something in blue As cute as

A Massive Withdrawl

A Massive Withdrawl short poem

The moon was coming up in cross-dressing style from he to she. Smoking in pensive mood; itching to be ready for last farewell. The evil makes you feel good, to prove the unrestricted love between the two. A slight criticism

The sounds of the drive

The sounds of the drive short poem

The gentle creak of the suspension as i settle into the drivers seat, the sharp click of the key as it turns in the ignition, releasing the steering lock the metallic cough of the engine, as it starts up from

In A Tent Village

In A Tent Village short poem

you walk on wodden legs a lump in breast, though benign but kids are abducted from wombs; a road map is spread on the dirty mat for finding the missing link, while a solid-fuel missile was ready to be launched

I Have Found Her

I Have Found Her short poem

I have found her, The woman that haunts my dreams, In a vacant home with broken beams, She fixed my life like mending seams, And made it bright akin polished rims, I have found her, In an open road that

Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One.

Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One. prose poem

So many times it happens that a certain thing becomes a part of our life knowingly, unknowingly, but then that is what makes life interesting and life continues along with the same. So many times, so many things happen in

Monsters Of The Sea

Monsters Of The Sea short poem

I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me So little to do about the monsters of the sea They go north, then south; east, then west No one can steer them or bring them to rest So they

The Rhyme Of Life

The Rhyme Of Life short poem

Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And

A Winter

A Winter short poem

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

Solution

Solution short poem

Dear , my time victorious Love , I live , as you are always with me , Your absence is every thing’s negation ,. For you, pains find glory, Love roots fresh flower , Hope reigns the tomorrow’s dream ,

The Coming

The Coming short poem

Believe when drunken butterflies fuel: a burst of iridescence over furred fields where the blue tongue of anemones leer; and fever of shadows sting. Trees adorn their pristine bloom, rapt and oozing orange sap beneath the provident music of birds,

Makeover

Makeover long poem

Dark spots, acne and pimples No offence, ruin our faces which are pleasantly simple Girls hide them so that no one notices and yucks With an infinite deal of products costing a thousand bucks Slowly and gradually, they get this

The World As You See

The World As You See long poem

I Am Just a guy who lives in his fantasy World.. Surrounded by the Stars and Guided by the Sun.. The Winds that call me crazy and ask me to run.. The Rain that Puddles and nudges me to Sing..

Kill The Light

Kill The Light short poem

I didn’t know what to say When first I came to the City. The great white buildings, the sweeping hill Leading up to the Palace at the top As if it were built Around Olympus itself. But I was young,

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

The Pain Fillings

The Pain Fillings short poem

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

Under the Banyan Tree

Under the Banyan Tree ode

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

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Inner Pains

Inner Pains prose poem

Steaming pain, Timing pays, Hate these days, Sadness In my brain, Why is there pain, In my veins, This must be the day, I admit my sins, I can’t do much, I get yelled at a lot, I get bad

Every Day

Every Day short poem

What can I write when my mind has gone blank? A string of words won’t make a sentence, or a paragraph too. I fiddle with thoughts and type blindly away Then the next thing I know, I’m thinking of you.

One Family

One Family short poem

I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

Lone Goat

Lone Goat prose poem

Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!

Fire

Fire short poem

Sparks Flying Scarred Inside Orange,Red,And Yellow It Lights Up The Night Upon their porches scared eyes watch the fires still burning to this night

I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our

Purity

Purity short poem

Purity withheld no longer when ultimately, the flame of innocence within me diminished the spark which once I possessed with great reverence from. Ages demanded ultimately for the purity I profaned; what would I pay back and forth for the

God Doesn’t Hear Dead Men

God Doesnt Hear Dead Men short poem

Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half

Untitled

Untitled short poem

My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive