Grime Poems

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

Gangs

Gangs short poem

Sometimes I throw up gang signs I wonder why. 2. I am not in a gang, I am just a person. 3. I choose not to be in gang, I wonder why. 4. Is it because when I was young child,

Poems containing references to : Grime

Gaze

Gaze short poem

The morning sun lay bare its annoyance, Somewhere behind the ponderous smearing of clouds, While I took refuge under a thatched abandonment, To the surprise of some relieved onlooking crowd. When light couldn’t befit to restore contrast Between dawn and

Summer Rain

Summer Rain short poem

The pitter-patter begins on a cue, To leave behind shiny drops of dew, Sparkling with their many colours and hues, The smell of fresh green grass comes alive, anew. The quick drops splash down, Ridding the city of her hot

Gone And Departed

Gone And Departed long poem

Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones. Some wake you up after they’re gone- others startle you as they depart. Lovers depart like a fife- cutting silence with great

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Painted Peeptoes

Painted Peeptoes short poem

Painted peeptoes look up to me winking through their narrow slits, see me flit and traipse around towards my errands that I must run. Cut and peel and cook and clean scrub and wash squeaky clean, mirrors and glasses polished

Gone And Departed

Gone And Departed ballad

Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones. Some wake you up after they’re gone- others startle you as they depart. Lovers depart like a fife- cutting silence with great

A Heaven Inside

A Heaven Inside short poem

Soft lines written so bold, I lie awake underneath all the things I never told, I try to sleep at night but I´m far too gone, Off floating in someone else’s head, Numbing myself away with no one in my

Dead Weight

Dead Weight prose poem

Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home The hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with the

Delayed Arrival

Delayed Arrival short poem

You hesitated relented finally arrived! Like the moody monsoon often delayed in the Indian sub-continent. Then  spreading delight and succour by a scented presence in a parched land and hearts craving for bountiful rains that wipe away the summer- grime

A Christmas Wish !

A Christmas Wish ! long poem

Santa ! Santa ! Please come today, As a wish my heart wants to convey, I want a robot car Lamborghini less the none, With one Thor’s hammer and a laser gun, The same suit that Harry Potter wear, With

Written in August

Written in August prose poem

To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Dead Weight

Dead Weight prose poem

Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home Where the hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

The Big Head Little Girl

The Big Head Little Girl short poem

She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands

Bitter-sweet Torment

Bitter sweet Torment short poem

Pain, why must you stay? I thought you would leave, In a mere day. Pain, I despise you, You consume my emotions, As stubborn as glue. Pain, we have known each other, For quite sometime, If I was a dim-lit

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The Song Of The Caged Bird

The Song Of The Caged Bird prose poem

Listen closely. Do you hear it? Do you hear the song of the caged bird? Listen harder. Listen to her yearning. Listen to her cries from being locked away for years on end. She wants to be set free. She

Bewildering

Bewildering short poem

The restless legs take you, weightless, to marshes to find the stilts. The sea was rising. What was inside our tongues; such unclosing stink, we were afraid to spit it out? The wronged angels were waiting. A topless soul wanders

Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures short poem

Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful

Love Is Blind

Love Is Blind ballad

All my walls are taken down, Nothing but little pieces of rubble, And I try to pick them up, But I fall down myself in a puddle; A puddle of hatred, of ribbing I’m broken and completely inside, I’m stupid,

Tribute To Grand Son

Tribute To Grand Son long poem

Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before

The Huntress

The Huntress short poem

You were standing alone In a crowded room And going round in my head The same old tune. Eyes of cold sapphire Holding me stark, In the dark despair Of a panther’s stare. Futile attempts To move, to turn The

The Goal

The  Goal short poem

Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day

A Boy And The Cactus

A Boy And The Cactus short poem

A boy in the sunny day, Was standing on the desert bay, Sunny sunny hot and hot, And the dryness all it got, A cactus was crying over there, Was wetting the soil with his tears, Oh my lad what

Doon Afternoon

Doon Afternoon short poem

Crisp eucalyptus leaves Pale green, redolent with a spicy aroma Some just shards of the palest beige A fragrant carpet underfoot With every step and every breath. Perched on the branch Of the lichee tree Rough barked Black ants tickling

Eternal Love

Eternal Love short poem

A flame that may flicker with time It never dies nor loses its shine As bright as a star or even brighter it shines A bond stonger that words can explain Your heart, soul and mind I’ve obtained Us together

Morzine

Morzine short poem

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick

Reasons for loving all the seasons

Reasons for loving all the seasons short poem

In you, is the sunshine of the summer, That burns me to work harder and smile longer, Awakens me to challenge the world’s stubbornness ….. In you, is the dancing rain of the monsoon, Who takes me higher and rejuvenates

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Vivacious Sin

Vivacious Sin short poem

Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin That blissful hell… Where I might have been Those were the delights… Still engraved

Wait

Wait short poem

do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering

My Last Journey

My Last Journey short poem

There I went, alone, ahead Please don’t go! A few said I did not pay a heed to what they say I was determined to make my own way They tried enough to break me But I looked towards the

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou long poem

Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend

Now I Am Loved

Now I Am Loved prose poem

Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For

Dad

Dad short poem

She is a curse A blemish on life A deep dark secret Lurks in her sad eyes She craves his forgiveness Wants to make amends Because her birthday Brought his life to an end Daddy, please forgive me I don’t

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

L3tt3rs

L3tt3rs short poem

If I were to write you a heart felt letter To draw words out of a bledding pen To paint thought out of my head In rainbow Build a bridge from your heart to mine I’d let the words ride

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,