Genotypes Poems

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

Intellect

Intellect short poem

The hurt begins to move and meets in a funeral procession. For aging fireworks this was the last chance, but lake had dried up. There was no fall tonight of the moon All the stars had gone for a memorial

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A Thread’s Tale

A Threads Tale prose poem

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

* Voiceless

* Voiceless short poem

Crisp and tight, a parallel voice of black stars talks to sky, protesting the presence of ultimate outsider, when everybody was a partner of collective guilt in nightscape. What was the center of fight in elite members? The unhindered ego

Unknown

Unknown short poem

Your intimidating eyes Encapsulates the skies Of thunder and hailstorm yet you are so warm.. Those hairs leaning down when no one’s around carelessly kissing your forehead As if something has been left unsaid!!! Ohh..Look at your mole On the

Shelter

Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on

Soul Fighter

Soul Fighter short poem

It is all about having courage.. To continue your steps with all your luggage! Knowing of no support and absence of grip.. The floor is lubricated and bravery is not to slip! Challenges are limitless, and all are ready to

Give Me Some Poison To Live

Give Me Some Poison To Live short poem

Give me, some poison to live, I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets,

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

The Abacist

The Abacist long poem

South America we’re up so high a kind of disintegratory layer some alchemist’s dream elements penetrating each other a stink of stone flows from the window I’ve been sick a week my flight left the only person who speaks to

Imperfect Present

Imperfect Present short poem

Priests of cave temple go to sleep. Street urchins drink the thinner, eat nail polish, crushed lizard for a kick and then go without food for three days. The valley burns. Of what consequence? Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed

Faith And Confusion

Faith And Confusion short poem

Confused, In a dilemma, To Write or not To take lead or not To express or not To expose or not Confused, In a dilemma, To enter or not To come out or not To show or not To explain

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

Slave Virtues

Slave Virtues short poem

Captured and chained in their own land Traded and enslaved by the hand of man Cargoes of human commodities Sold and put on ships sailing to worlds unknown Greeted by greed to their new homeland Gathered and herded to work

Articulating

Articulating prose poem

Articulating who you really are is like painting exactly what you are trying to say; a word or a colour in the wrong place and it says you are inadequate in some way. we are all inadequate in one way

That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

As It’s Suppose To

As Its Suppose To short poem

There is a life lesson found upon your lips. A secret to life transcendence. No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next. This is the value of your lips. A connection of where dream becomes reality. Curious to

A Person Kind

A Person Kind short poem

Pure souls with innocent smiles without gripe can travel miles no foes only friends can find a genuine heart with beautiful mind Never argue , never fight neither ‘ ve greed nor a jealousy sight can win the mightiest through

Tin Woman

Tin Woman long poem

Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop

Words To Me…..!

Words To Me.....! short poem

“I see words…….. psychedelic words…. fluttering all around and I am stupefied! for they are talking……. like I don’t exist and they ignore like I don’t matter! But they don’t go away even when I scream and shut my eyes

Human Lab

Human Lab short poem

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

Set yourself Free!

Set yourself Free! short poem

Desire says -Want to be a free spirit, live life like a snippet, sing a carefree lyric, be an inspirational lithic. Desire says-Want to fly high, in the seamless sky, be happy to soar far away, cross miles with no

Brothers are Sleeping

Brothers are Sleeping short poem

Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing

He Has Risen!

He Has Risen! short poem

His hands were punctured His legs were broken His body was mutilated He was buried in full He has risen on the third day, from the dead He rose heavenward from the tomb In the perfect form Indicating He is

I am not disturbed

I am not disturbed short poem

I am supposed to be sick, but I am in office, I am supposed to be working then, but I am goofing away my time, reading a whole lot of stuff that folks have written. And trust me some of

Just Freedom

Just Freedom long poem

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Wish I Had Heart Of Every Color

Wish I Had Heart Of Every Color short poem

This is my heartfelt wish to have a heart of every color, If red ignited passions so deep and a feel to rise from dust , a saffron to wash away every base desire like sieve holding impure , yellow

Goodnight??

Goodnight?? short poem

Does anyone else lie awake at night, Silently putting the world to rights, Wondering if they should get out of bed, Or keep on trying to sleep instead. It’s December and I seem to think it’s funny, To think about

I Wrote, She Reads

I Wrote, She Reads long poem

If I can write as many stories as I can, I would like to dedicate them all to the one I love. But I’d rather write one that will capture you, one that will truly inspire you. If I can

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

A Cardinals Decree

A Cardinals Decree short poem

As I wandered embracing woods unknown, sharing breaths with silent trees alone. The scent of moss and leaves awoke, arching limbs above me spoke. Lone cardinal settled on pine above, singing his crimson song I love. Then gently fell a

You

You short poem

Looking at you, I realized I was home. No matter how broken I am, or my irrational fear of being alone, Could stave off this hunger I’ve developed deep in my bones. Starving I am, for a piece of you.

Your Eyes…

Your Eyes... sonnet poems short poem

Your eyes on me! Yeah! That’s what I see.. It was way back when we were kids, that you fell in love with me; I was dancing away with my girlfriend, the music just seemed, to never end.. And then I

A shrouded light

A shrouded light short poem

Fetters I wear, many As a creature of habit Robes of roles I don. Somewhere lines blur and ego takes over A need to belong, to gratify my restless spirit that seeks answers to questions of my own insipid existence

Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking short poem

Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know

Unwelcome

Unwelcome short poem

I try to move on At the county fair But the autumn breeze blows Cigarette smoke my way And then I’m back under the dirty sheets With his dirty hands Unwelcome I try to move on In the halls of

Tricks

Tricks short poem

Trees toss their canopies horses shaking their manes all the manmade arbor street signs, power lines each motion exaggerated in woeful orange glow we’re smashing pumpkins torching porches huffing spraypaint and praying for violent excitement cops chase blue flashers and

Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

I Have Found Heaven

I Have Found Heaven short poem

As I’ve opened my eyes I see you standing by my side Your innocent face smiling at me Like you always used to smile This has cost me a lot yet It was like hundred miles to travel Now that

The way

The way prose poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long