Grandgirl Poems

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

2/55

2/55 short poem

Hotter riding home after fast-pitch practice than arriving this morning, my grand-girl asks if she can please turn on the air conditioner in my old truck. After my thumbs up she checks the dash, slides the temperature control to blue,

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Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Love Sonnet 87

Love Sonnet 87 sonnet poems

I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, Should in your isle, you walk along the brine, Would you fancy to play this childish game, To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine? The moon reminds me of

Every Day

Every Day prose poem

Every day that goes by I remember when you used to love me and the tears fall like rain from my eyes because no one could ever take your place. Every day I die just a little bit more inside.

The Epic Of Kristina

The Epic Of Kristina prose poem

Part One – KaySee You message me, I respond to you. Just want to hang out, what was I to do? First two days, everything goes great. Presented yourself atop a pedestal, all that’s on my plate. Suddenly your thought’s

Misunderstood

Misunderstood short poem

I know you have your theory of the way that I should be, You see a diagnosis when you should be seeing me, I wish that I could tell you all the reasons you are wrong, But I am not

My Mind Is Going To Blind

My Mind Is Going To Blind short poem

my mind is going to blind But It still working till night No tension, no mention It is still can surprise you ee My mind is going to blind Whatever go over It don’t mention more It don’t think that

Before Abraham Was I Am

Before Abraham Was I Am short poem

(A Versification of the Evoluted Past in the Convoluted Present Tense) Once upon a billion aeons ago, When mucks are gene pools of protozoa; Long before Ape is the forebear of Abraham And amoeba the forebear of ape-man, I am…

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

Day Dreamer

Day Dreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,

Friends Forever!

Friends Forever! prose poem

Long years and a long gap of having not met our friend, Speculation and excitement ran high in us, and, when we met…. Warmth of Friendship and Love spreads around us! Time almost as if has stopped, When we laughed

Legend Withers

Legend Withers short poem

I do not display, but am. Where the heart lies. In truth. I try to discover the centre of sorrow and bliss. Life has not given me full text of death. The shadows are larger than real. You will not

Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Tribute to Nelson Mandela ode

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

Re Union

Re Union prose poem

Human relations are complex in nature Relationships may sway extremes from in separable to invisible It takes years to understand and feel comfortable with each other It takes a moment to destroy the love and faith that was built over

In The Still Of The Night

In The Still Of The Night short poem

The hills around me stand silent, Veiled in the darkness Of a sombre, bitter-chill winter night, As though mourning for a beloved long gone The cold winds blow from across the sea Over the peaks, thru’ the valleys and the

Molten Grief

Molten Grief short poem

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

Windows Painted Closed

Windows Painted Closed short poem

Her words spit out as I feign interest with a nod. Then silence, A forceful pause, Her stern gaze pries. Though I’ve learned to hate her way, My words come out wrong. “I will not go!” “I will not be

A Word Is A Seed Of Life

A Word Is A Seed Of Life long poem

A Word is a seed of life ! A word a seed of harmony Between you and me For we are intimate friends , never in disharmony. A word a seed of jealous Between she and she For they are

Home

Home short poem

A house is not a home If not safe and warm, A place of protection where one’s cherished, shares opinions and feelings without fear of ridicule. Is a sanctuary from outside forces. A home holds secrets, Freedom from politics, it’s

Imortality

Imortality prose poem

Whisper not immortality to me.. For I have already won that game, These hollow golden crowns deceive me no more, my dear friend My road has been a masterpiece of chaos in every beautiful form, So abundant in robust convictions,

The Pane Of Life

The Pane Of Life short poem

In my heart and my head there is an inky blackness that roars with a deafening silence As I stand so still in the tunnel of darkness, so still, like a boat between the swells of a tumultuous mountain I

March Towards Victory

March Towards Victory prose poem

Sitting back and gazing at the contingencies, That had their existence owing to a lack of effort, A lack of attitude, a lack of passion, The picture seemed so dark then, so dull, When people had given up all hopes,

*impact

*impact short poem

Turns me on I will write a poem. Delirious moon had picked me up from under the skin. The safety pin was broken, now a crowd will disrobe me. Everytime when my pain makes you cry oranges are not meant

Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden short poem

I keep my silence but please don’t assume, That I don’t have much to say, I have have more than enough, I don’t let it consume, Each minute of my waking day. I see so much more than you think

Poem Of The Elements

Poem Of The Elements short poem

The smoke rises higher and the fire’s centre burned so bright We all sat around it as if transfixed by its almighty rite The shadows we create cannot penetrate its heat We burn some rabbit from this afternoon and feast,

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

Rivers Of Blood

Rivers Of Blood short poem

The more times passes The more things remain unchanged The worse the hurt festers More miserable the loneliness I stand alone A bare tree in a ravaged desert plain Fleeting images of rain raising hope But in the end only

Unmask All The Masks

Unmask All The Masks short poem

So many masks people have On their faces, Even I do not know, which is my real face Recently, I wrote a poem On ‘Hypocrisy’ However, when I looked in I found myself too, a hypocrite Sometimes I keep a

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Grizzly

Grizzly prose poem

Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair

Love Sonnet 203

Love Sonnet 203 sonnet poems

When I, the passing night would now review, When you were in my arms, of love replete, And which by such, I could only construe, No other night transpired by half as sweet; The moon may have wasted its beams

The Road Less Trodded Upon

The Road Less Trodded Upon short poem

Travelling through these barren lands, Thoughts unprecedented flickered in my mind. And here I was standing near the diversion, Wondering which road do I travel by? Lying in front of me were two distant roads, One grassy and frequently travelled

Happiness That Never Ends

Happiness That Never Ends short poem

Uncertainty of return lies ahead, I love you all in my family. Have to leave you all, to save a bigger family- The innocent citizens of my country. Monsters are thirsty of our warm blood. A war has started between

The Doldrums

The Doldrums long poem

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A

Spring and me

Spring and me short poem

The feel of leaf dust, Shreds rustling around, The sight of falling leaves, unencumbered my senses. Standing bare at some places, Orange and yellow in some corners; Trees, like traveling artists, Put on colorful plays, Changing attire at every stage.

Truth Has More Risk

Truth Has More Risk short poem

‘As telling lies Is dangerous, To it, you Have to be averse! ‘ Parents, teachers And society Made me, cherish This mentality. Along the age road The hardest way a new Lesson I did upload. Awaits those, More risk The

Roses For The Soul

Roses For The Soul short poem

Roses are for the soul, giving peace and poise to one and all. Colours and hues so charming , their enchantment is undeniably heart-warming. ‘Roses’ word full of fragrances, delight to the soul and freshens one’s senses. Awesome flowers having

The Bride

The Bride short poem

It’s twilight in the city But my heart is beating fast, I’m waiting at the alter To meet my English Lass. I take her in my arms, And kiss her icy nose, Then we dance across the ball room Me

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor long poem

I blame myself I could blame others but I’m always around I’m the boss I live and I’ll die here when folks say, he was always here so they built the place around him, I’m the one they mean I’m

Perfection

Perfection short poem

Her eyes hid a shade of beauty A sense of a deeper struggle, restrained behind dried up tears and sealed lips A tale of always searching for acceptance in mediocrity Next to a society determining what beauty is, from a