Gettingby Poems

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

Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,

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Lost Destination

Lost Destination short poem

Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them. They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the

Of Personal God

Of Personal God short poem

Ready to dismember the red geraniums rains had no mercy. Thunder did not show any preference and hails had felled the pride of tall grass. Denuded, the hungry man walked towards liberty. Moral tapestry in scape after scape cried, the

Separation Or Death

Separation Or Death short poem

These lines are written by dipping My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot This hot, red ink-you may know -is the Blood of my HEART ! You can decide the caption of this poem By reading it fully-if

The Cold Night

The Cold Night elegy

It was a strange night We woke up with a fright Confusion surrounded us We knew not what hounded us. Looked up, The sky was Grey Not a single star, We stood together Yet felt afar, No wind blew Time

The Prince

The Prince sonnet poems

In a far away land, I used to call my own, There lives a King and a Queen whom people never disown. That’s why God give them a gift they call their son, A Prince that grew from a little

Love for infidelity..

Love for infidelity.. short poem

The frost of that winter evening was a witness , when the wounds caused by your hair as they moved across my face called me infidel. In the seduction of your sad eyes , my lips which were unconscious in

Here Comes Monsoon

Here Comes Monsoon short poem

The wait is finally over Time to experience a complete makeover Amidst the thunder raindrops will be drippin’ Turning dusty leaves fresh and green ”I’m the sole power”, thought the summer heat Through tiny drops of water it faced defeat

Blazing Trail

Blazing Trail short poem

They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an

Ango

Ango ode

The pleasure of anxiety being in its far remove a perpetual huntress Forwards, backwards at all moments present fully swift lithe arm holds a dagger ever changing form and mass one moment a broad baselard next a tight stilletto willy

Green Dilemma

Green Dilemma short poem

Today I heard her say something very beautiful, I wanted to tell her but instead I tugged at my heart and shut it up. The greedy spirit wrenched of its riches? Ridiculous. It’s easier this way, trapping them deep. Words,

Winter Song

Winter Song short poem

Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the

Unsolicited Reward

Unsolicited Reward short poem

Ceding to all expectations having given up on hope Demons return to accost and at vulnerability grope In self imposed severance there is so much I can take Me too breathe a human total tolerance can’t fake Slack line flung

One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight In this harsh winter away from home As fainted stars hung in dreary sight With all but gloom as he stood alone The eerie silence of the winds That gently blew the resting

The Little Church

The Little Church short poem

They arrived through the morning post The father, son, and the holy ghost They raised their flag. I raised a toast To all the wretched sinking souls And so we built our little church A little store to peddle hope

Love Fire

Love Fire short poem

My love is fire, full of light Which makes surroundings bright Whenever she comes in sight My heart pounces with delight I have made her fortune and fate My life starts with that date When counters her graceful gait Soul

Last Night’s Dream

Last Nights Dream short poem

I don’t recall much from last night’s dream only that you were there and so was I for the first time in quite a while I remember your figure glowing in the darkness of sleep so brightly it threatened to

I Know Somebody Hurt You (but It Wasn’t Me)

I Know Somebody Hurt You (but It Wasn’t Me) short poem

Well and I can tell just by looking into your eyes your heart has been broken many times but if you could just make yourself believe in love again I could prove to you my love knows no end, I

My Teenage Beauty

My Teenage Beauty short poem

To entice by charm – Princess Ana, My teenage beauty. Never meant harm – singing Hosanna, She really is a cutie. Both met in a church – In her fairness, I wished her for a mate. She was in search

Run Run Run

Run Run Run prose poem

I used to think when I was young that I could be anyone I used to look up to my father who used to work harder than some I used to think you could solve everything with a fight till

Lost Someone Special

Lost Someone Special long poem

This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Searching…

Searching... short poem

I bend To pick up the pieces Pieces of me lying on the ground But when I bend I don’t know me Just frivolous petals scattered around I reach To gather up the bits Bits of me that have flown

Birth

Birth long poem

Nobody likes me, everybody does too I’m not divine, neither are you. Why do you hate to hear about a daughter? And cannot make your brain broader! You have used me as a tool; Never allowed me to attend school.

Suffer For Your Art

Suffer For Your Art short poem

The poet is drunk his kisses taste like juniper crushed seashells fall from his socks it must be early Sunday morning pastors dreaming about goldfish pavement caresses like a cheese grater weak knees pray the inspiration dead or at least

April

April short poem

Dried leaves flutter across retina Spring gusts pop stop move along crawl catch scurry scurry duck walk jump twirl hold lifted up and up flying returning Blur burned image receding winged body’s sudden arc up impossible to see details vibrating

Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense

Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense short poem

Rear a cub of a tiger from the day one Raise him, as absolutely alone Care him, like your child Never think, he is not wild Involvedly with you, he may play Your actions, he may replay With your care,

Rosas Negras

Rosas Negras short poem

Measure the fathom when my ocean is calm, And pain shall be mortal, resting on your palm I promised you a dawn where no mourn shall break Sleep within my core as no pain shall wake The rain showed how

Bulgaria

Bulgaria prose poem

The grafitti marked the new beginning The rubble in the streets A telling symbol of political decay A girl crosses the street A new way on the other side An outstretched hand calling for democracy I see vestiges of propaganda

Boarding

Boarding short poem

sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at

The Death of a Dream

The Death of a Dream short poem

Yesterday, my dream died Perhaps it could have survived But your piercing words proved fatal and it lost the battle Now I am mourning for the loss of my only friend who took care of my hopes my torn wishes,

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? Solitude at times stares hard at you, It’s hard to swallow what’s true. distances between hearts, soar miles apart. Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? You see someone go far

Growing Up(side Down)

Growing Up(side Down) long poem

When Dorothy was a child she started building a castle with bricks of yellow and blue; But how could she have known that someday soon Each one will be broken in two. The bricks consisted of ideas and thoughts, colorful

Friends Or Foes?

Friends Or Foes? short poem

Women live by heart Men live by their heads. Former is close to Nature The latter aims at assets. Women’s path is of love Men’s is of meditation, Former flows out of heart The latter from concentration. Women tend to

A Prayer For My Daughter

A Prayer For My Daughter short poem

I dream that you Face head on all the troubles that come your way And you love yourself a little more everyday In the shoes of your enemy walk a mile And always find reasons to smile Have fun but

The Light

The Light short poem

come and hold, my heart shouted but someone held my hand behind. words gushed out of my mind… let me go…i yelled.. but no mercy was shown rather was i held hard. i tried to escape, but all in vain.

Autumn Angel

Autumn Angel short poem

Beautiful golden haired Autumn Angel Don’t look so sad tonight, if the man you Gave your heart to isn’t here tonight Then do you really need him in your life? If you want my opinion, you deserve A whole lot

Of Language

Of Language short poem

The particulate allegories were tossed around. The wheels had refused to exit. Unscathed, phrases were erupting in pulses. There was flame and ice Inherent – in the silicate of wedded friendship. Who was afraid of the bed in heydays of

A Cup Of Coffee

A Cup Of Coffee short poem

The aroma of cappuccino, Tantalizes my soul, Reverberates through a memory, And resonates in my mind. A cup of coffee brews, Freshens up the mind, igniting a spark, To fall in love with it. A kiss of the cup, It