Ginger Poems

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

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling

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Baby Avelyn

Baby Avelyn short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Prety Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more than yesterday Little mini mouse

Poems containing references to : Ginger

Fear Of The Feather

Fear Of The Feather elegy

Why can’t I find them, the words, I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

The Matchless Artist

The Matchless Artist ode

O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

Of Knots, Stains And Winter

Of Knots, Stains And Winter short poem

Have you ever unfolded a sweater? To rub your hand on it To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs And to touch the memories its yarn has I do, I do it often With my red sweater It has many

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha prose poem

I know not whether it was of ginger, berry or bergamot _it was fabric and she wore it instantly like a shimmer_ voluptuous almond ‘vollmond’ of gothic ‘purpur’, voice creature telling glow-in-the-dark lies _beautiful. Entering. Barrel organ unravelled and chimes

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Avelyn Poo

Avelyn Poo short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Pretty Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more then yesterday Little mini mouse

Bed Rest

Bed Rest short poem

Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still

This Is The Road

This Is The Road short poem

This is the road that leads to my father’s home It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking, Carrying the heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables, Piled in our court-yards

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

A River

A River short poem

A river flows through many people’s places and around dangerous spaces A yellow corn field and an amazing pink windmill as a summer embraces A black crow on a wooden fence and a dusty road as a fire in the

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Seine Of Benevolence

Seine Of Benevolence short poem

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like

The Gift Of You

The Gift Of You prose poem

I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how

Homing

Homing short poem

Like each dropp of your humbleness engulfing my urbanite woes; the graffiti emerges in tender grace to resurrect a windmill. My spirit, the abode of small birds carrying the sunset on its back was returning home for the final- sleep

The Jungle Rules

The Jungle Rules short poem

Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass

Hurry, Hurry

Hurry, Hurry short poem

Don’t look around, Don’t stop and say hi. No time for the flowers You don’t see the sky. When I get older, Then I’ll slow down. But now I must hurry, Got to cover lots of ground. Who has the

Abondened

Abondened short poem

I am no longer a vision in her sparkling Eyes I am no longer the pulse to her beating Heart I am now that non entity who is of no use to her in her life’s journey I could neither

Spleen

Spleen short poem

I’m closing my eyes, not to see the rain falling on the rags of autumn; not to see the trees abandoning themselves to the wind- ragged soldiers which forgot about fear, abandoning themselves to the desperate courage, when there is

These Tears

These Tears long poem

You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced

Effort

Effort short poem

Giving certain issues much of an importance sometimes gets better of its own potence if successful we realise it is not worth all the effort if not we feel as if it the end of the world We feel elated

True Companionship

True Companionship short poem

I am a cliff offshore with rocky coat & soft core not so far off but spanned by deep sea neither special nor rare but made of dead debris Wish to inhabitate But the sea is inhibiting I’ll cobble to

This Is To Be You

This Is To Be You prose poem

We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive -“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now) social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun. A mile away,

Baggage

Baggage short poem

Bag number 1 wasn’t mine to choose, It’s a gift I was given at birth, To win I was going to have to lose, I didn’t know what this life would unearth. Bag number 2 was another gift, Kindness it

A Simple Life

A Simple Life elegy

The old log cabin in the woods half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World short poem

Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought

The End

The End short poem

Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection

The Eclipse

The Eclipse short poem

A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I

Internet World

Internet World short poem

Suddenly I hit upon a question, But where to find the answer? In the Wikipedia or to be Googled, Totally was I bamboozled. To relieve myself I took to Facebook, But my Dad showed me the text book. Next then,a

Shadows

Shadows long poem

“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of

Paper Boat

Paper Boat short poem

Paper boat, paper boat, In the stream goes up and down afloat. It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night, Only floating and floating is the boat’s right. On the water of the dark blue ocean,

Lost Love

Lost Love long poem

I really thought I loved you, I actually thought you cared I wish you had told me, But I knew you wouldn’t dare I wish I didn’t love you, I wish I never cared The remains of my pride, Drift

Long Road To Recovery

Long Road To Recovery short poem

Time over time the shattered heart mended, awakening a possibility unknown Truth does not manipulate a shallow hope is shown… Time grew into a vine of sourness, prejudice coaxed the rot, prayers for retaining innocence… went hush ….like the silenced

Fear For Sale

Fear For Sale sonnet poems

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Traces

Traces prose poem

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

Sweating

Sweating short poem

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting on the leapless bush celebrating the earth. I was never happy with the anniversary of thirst eating the memories of green. His hand rummages to collect the shrunk berries from my chest. Today the sun

Man And God

Man And God short poem

When man mortal with a title Becomes vile and self righteous He walks around with the Bible Holy acts and all sacrilegious Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners Hailing the devil’s temporal empire Accomplished false pretenders Adorned in bright priestly attire Those

I Crossed The Ocean For You

I Crossed The Ocean For You short poem

I used up half year’s saving and crossed the ocean just for you For this hard-won rendezvous I even rehearsed breathing at sight of you I failed to express my love even one thousandth to you This regret tortured me

Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

Amazing how Time elapsed Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand I feel I am not even a competitor to