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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Through The Window Pane I See

Through The Window Pane I See short poem

Through the window pane I see, A drenched delphinium, A mortal enjoying intoxicating debauchery, An ensign in tatters, A hot blood growing cold in the storming jitters, And me, in the rear view-still “sedentary”. Hushed!!! For the carousel taking away

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Look in my eyes

Look in my eyes short poem

Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.

Winter Is Setting In

Winter Is Setting In short poem

Did you see the leaves fall, the clutter on the roads; all the shades of brown and yellow – the winter would be long this year. I don’t dread the cold, nor do I fear the depressing mornings, brooding afternoons

A Cold Malady

A Cold Malady short poem

Sometimes I sweat, thinking of my fortune My melancholy is subversive and my melody boring With a firm hope, I wait for the time opportune, With the help of poetry and love, I’ll do my soul’s cleaning. The river is

Prognosis

Prognosis short poem

Did you foresee it? It was coming. The freaked guilt of failed attempt to get yourself kissed by a flame in the androgynous temptation of dark. One legitimate delay in dying of moon’s tears? The weather had fizzled out during

Day Of Judgement

Day Of Judgement short poem

In last journey he wanted to have a free run without rumors of reconciliation. From years back he watched – friends, disappeared one by one. He became his own enemy. The ravines were waiting for the sacrificial throw of a

The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

I Love You As I Love The Earth

I Love You As I Love The Earth short poem

Your scent of wildflower is still nestled in my nostrils and your touch is a hot breeze still burning on my every pore! Your flesh is a fertile soil in which the seeds of my kisses bloom on your lips’

Come

Come short poem

Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by

Syria

Syria long poem

All the media say, could not explain her pain All she says was Where is my dear? Where have you gone? I don’t like these unwanted visiting guests. Because all I see is dead flesh on the streets I look

Angel In My Eyes

Angel In My Eyes short poem

You there, strong-willed and so brave, smart and so kind. You there sitting and having a hard time, eyes holding back tears you’re afraid to let flow. Let them fall angel, let them all go. You’re not just a fighter

Polite Pigtails

Polite Pigtails short poem

The days are dark and bleak Nights cold , crushed and coy A twinkling star just smiles by Soars my heart with joy! The hut that I live in Vacant , vague and wry Mother’s hand on forehead Comfort in

The Kite

The Kite short poem

A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to

The Lessons Of Time

The Lessons Of Time long poem

Wearily wandering, silently by The dreams and the wishes of yesterday’s sky, Remembering far away promises made Just pieces of flotsam adrift in the shade, Like explorers of truthfulness they travel on, Until every connection with yesterday is gone, And

Syria

Syria short poem

When I last saw you, in this rubble and mess, I scaresly knew mysel, for fear was all around me. And nothing here was blessed. But a shaft of light appeared; so bright I could not see. And peace came

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

In Life’s Battlefield

In Lifes Battlefield short poem

The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in

Road War

Road War short poem

Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against

Self Loathing

Self Loathing short poem

She often wondered what if she could, just once, watch herself from the outside. Atleast that Would make the self loathing Disappear.

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Dream Girl

Dream Girl short poem

  Her sparkling Eyes forced me to continue to Live which otherwise I never wanted to Even the sea appears to be thirsty enough to drink the nectar of her beauty Who ever has drawn her sketch has done so

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!