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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The Touch

The Touch short poem

That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.

Blessed

Blessed short poem

Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you

Fatal Hero

Fatal Hero prose poem

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Somewhere

Somewhere short poem

You are somewhere And that is enough Enough is all I have Great empty arms Of distance Cavernous miles Resound and echo Filling the void With love’s longing I ache to close the gap Dissolve the miles Obliterate time And

Lighter Than A Feather

Lighter Than A Feather prose poem

Lighter than a feather, when weighed on you though, never heavier, Rain in the storm, blown away I’m torn, open up, it’s not like the norm Adored but not shown, praises that become worn, Show me the love, where’s the

Span Of Life

Span Of Life short poem

I bloomed like a flower in the wood- the bees and flies danced around me. they tried to touch my face.. but the wind protected me the sun looked at me it was too harsh and hot the moon stared

World at my Window

World at my Window short poem

World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In

Replenished

Replenished short poem

Despite the insistence of what is more than one day. Are life challenges worth. They will continue on. With all the twist and turns of your journey. It is the innate compass of guidance placed in all of us. Keep

Poem

Poem short poem

If you decide to hurt me please be prepared to become a poem

Freedom Of Choice?

Freedom Of Choice? short poem

I am born a Human But chained like a Dog. They say I am Free But my soul is in Bonds. I am free to Speak But my words are Chosen. I have the right to Think But my thoughts

The Discovery Love Poem!

The Discovery Love Poem! long poem

I have made mistakes in my history It is nothing personal I am a black woman. However, I remember to do the right thing When those mistakes reflect back to me. I remember my pains more When I try to

Lost And Found

Lost And Found short poem

Just a little bird lost in sky full of night Seeking, searching for a glimmer of light Tired of making a nest that isn’t my home Flying with wings that are not my own Just a little bird lost in

The Suffering Of The Unknown

The Suffering Of The Unknown short poem

Bleed,let the world bleed, In the mind of a dehumanizer, Terminating the evil of evils, Thoughts gone wrong. The carrier of bread and morsel, The Devil looks down on him, Kalashnikovs,Panzerfausts and what not, Leaving behind the corpses of the

Destined To Fly

Destined To Fly ballad

Photo by Anemone Jones This heartache consumes me; I have nothing left to give I plead with my soul to forget and forgive Love’s journey has ended, how can that be Hearts once tethered are now set free As the

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line long poem

Do you ever step out of line ? Go shopping with your pyjama bottoms on and no socks and shoes if I feel so inclined Do you ever step out of line ? Go wrestle a turtle in the deep

Dark Moonlight

Dark Moonlight short poem

Watching from pin hole lamps of baked clay. Every thorn was in my flesh. I was losing my voice in crowd of maniacs. Dragonflies climbing on worn leather. Through cracked sunroof – skull splinters into million heirlooms. Fever climbs the

Self Sacrifice

Self Sacrifice short poem

The most difficult job is self sacrifice Which soldiers always dare to portray Their patriotism help to suffice Enlightened in them like a ray They strive and struggle relentlessly They never opt to relax and stay They do not have

Distant

Distant short poem

You brought me to this world You fed me when I was not able to eat on my own You helped me to walk, you helped me to grow You are the one who is responsible for my existence, my

Wonderland

Wonderland short poem

You and I in a wondrous place, We’ll hide and love in this romantic place. We hear silence in a fairylike lawn, Our noisy steps are trembling in a grassy mud zone. We promise eternity in a secret garden. You

The Lone Footsteps

The Lone Footsteps long poem

I gazed upon the northern star, Fixed with no intention of moving. I then turned and fixed my eyes, Upon the ice-set stone face, Which rather glowed with wisdom instead of wickedness. “Your time has come”, his voice deep and

My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound ! As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of

Blot

Blot short poem

I have been away a while, space, time to think, while in the thinking, think, that maybe we are too affected by today’s culture, media, in not thinking for ourselves. Beauty can be seen everywhere, yet some shout of ugliness.

Process

Process short poem

Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first

Privileged

Privileged short poem

Some people always feel life lets them down, Maybe if they’d stop they would see, Just because I don’t wear a permanent frown, It doesn’t mean life’s been kind to me. I find it’s the ones who always complain, Are

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

Eighteen

Eighteen short poem

As rage dwindled and I came to be Writhed in agony on the ground, I howled. With beaten eyes, I looked around Buds of flake and broken shards were found. Wiping my eyes, I sat on the filthy floor My

You And Me

You And Me short poem

You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position

Who Am I

Who Am I ballad

A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the

Invasion

Invasion prose poem

The subtly of it was breathtaking. The genius of it was undeniable. Not a single shot was fired. It took decades to accomplish, and no one saw it coming. Slowly but surely humans used technology. It offered so many benefits

The Loneliness Of Clean Carpets

The Loneliness Of Clean Carpets short poem

Once did muddy little feet tread their sweet mischief through her doorway Giggles ran naked through the den, marked by a trail of impish footprints The cat nervously hid beneath the sofa, The dog excitedly barked in delight, freckled innocence

Failed Performance

Failed Performance short poem

For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An

Explosion

Explosion short poem

Spitting the blood, he said, every winter for few days – he would feel outcast and there was pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live without a painkiller. Sometimes he will singe his hands on a

Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer short poem

I saw a girl in purple Red were her lips..! The wind was blowing.. And the strands playing piano on her cheeks!! She was talking to a boy.. May be a special one…! Jealous I felt with her smiling tone.

The Grand Experiment

The Grand Experiment prose poem

It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in

To A Safe World!

To A Safe World! short poem

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties

Fallen Men

Fallen Men short poem

Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full

Better Than The Best

Better Than The Best short poem

If I was a plant, the bird would come and drink the water sprinkled on me it would be more sweet than the water of a holy river. If I was a tree, the bird would made a nest on

From Young To Youth

From Young To Youth short poem

When I heard the sound in the history of time a young me, I found. I probed my inner self I clutched her, stumbled and again, she was gone with the wind. Silent spectator, she was updating each character of

Carvings On Oak

Carvings On Oak long poem

Trumpets of honor, 21 Guns on her behalf She walks down the tarmac, an unbroken calf; Stars on her bosom, Wings on her shoulder Bearing a crest of memories, along with insignia of her mother She struts with inhuman pride,