Heritage Poems

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

The African Heritage

The African Heritage long poem

Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.

Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

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Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

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It Is A Question Of Answers

It Is A Question Of Answers long poem

When my God sheds a tear… …a dew drop smiles on a hibiscus petal When my God cries… …a drizzle sprinkles on a canopy of green When my God weeps…. …a cloud bursts into a heart throb and pours as

The Child… The Teacher… The Guide

The Child... The Teacher... The Guide long poem

Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been

Natural Born Winner

Natural Born Winner short poem

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh, or feeling a sharp pain within your chest. Words can cut, words can destroy, thats how words are felt when you are a boy. When I became an adult my

Kashmir Weeps

Kashmir Weeps short poem

Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage

We And The Good Earth

We And The Good  Earth prose poem

A date set apart in the world calendar In honor and reverence of the great good Earth Is aptly in keeping with the need of the hour And a well thought of welcome gesture ! It’s time we owe allegiance

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

You Are My Eyes!

You Are My Eyes! long poem

I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought

To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one

Because Of A Name

Because Of A Name short poem

His middle names Hussein First names barack, by the way The president of the united states And here he lives, born and raised But people like to complain About his “undeserving fame” All because of that Muslim name? What a

The Silent Colours

The Silent Colours short poem

A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body

I Love An Alien

I Love An Alien long poem

Well and in the season of the Crow’s Moon In the year of the rat and Lyra twice as bright I was in for the surprise of my life…somehow I managed to transmit my soul’s desire and Passion up into

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

The Retreat

The Retreat short poem

The heritage. Storm of violence in our chromosomes: perverts the senses. Spooky fear of burnt houses, broken limbs, utterly committing as witness of silent unbuilding, as the future defies the stunt of withdrawl. Not for tomorrow, the mother weeps for

Immaculacy

Immaculacy short poem

Consensual drop. White bougainvilleas were falling on green eyes, as I climb the sun. Not a loss. The seeds will carry an image of a fallen hero on the hairy chest of a spilled sperm- into the rippled lake of

Superman

Superman short poem

In comics and legends, the hero always has a power, a secret kept from them, that emerges, separates them from the mundane. consider an elderly man he can read everyone’s mind was told this by his mother and also told

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

Black Eyed Peace

Black Eyed Peace poetry books

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

Some Prelude

Some Prelude short poem

There were, peels of ripples. Between. The tangled arguments. Then you start reading in the bumps; a cold blooded murder. Of poems? Serrated, when I lifted them from your bloody hands. No miracle. The animal survives, without water, air. You

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

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Her Unmistakable Mistakes

Her Unmistakable Mistakes short poem

Locked my heart , dumped the key, For that sacrifice I never meant to be. Confused between sinistral and dextral, Oh God ! help me before I fall from the pedestal. I owed him tons of endearment so far, But

Smells Murder

Smells Murder short poem

a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

Your Betrayal need not leave a trail, It hurts to the point of sadness tears shed in the dark for you eyes shall not witness my tears your every bone shall feel my wrath like a thief in the night

Stolen Words

Stolen Words short poem

There are always friends around to share There’s a huge close knit family too They all cheer my dreams The shattered broken ones The made up glittering ones But I’ve had been cheating them Hiding a few deep in my

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature

Let’s “stop” Abrading Nature short poem

Years ago it was nice to see the flurry outside, We played there with gusto But now we have mauled nature, Because of our non-altruism attitude, We have grown natty in our culture, But we are ninny in our thoughts

Money For Nothing

Money For Nothing long poem

Money for nothing, oh yes, please Give me lots of money and please don’t tease Can’t wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate I’m sure a lot of you can relate I will spend it recklessly

India

India short poem

Her journey took her to a place Where smiles did sit on every face Where long ago the Indus came And so gave India her name Softly shifting desert sands And mountains that stood high on land The setting sun

Dead Flesh

Dead Flesh prose poem

My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded

The Bee

The Bee short poem

To achieve each goal, you become industrious, Queen and worker each by roles distinguished. To cause to flourish and be established; a colony whose peace could get precarious, when intruders are stung in defensive fury by your weapons of stings

The Apple Of My Eye

The Apple Of My Eye prose poem

I stared at him struck with awe He stood there straight and tall Absolutely perfect without a flaw He stared back and made my face fall & I felt myself turning red hot & blush ‘Coz this “he” is none

2,000 And Something Years Later

2,000 And Something Years Later long poem

2,000 AND SOMETHING YEARS LATER We still need him more than ever… Of course his wasn’t the best of times but Things just keep getting worse and now It’s here to you’re and mine… Well and I just can’t stand

Not Unbeknownst

Not Unbeknownst short poem

I know what fire is, I’ve felt the embers within my heart So I know what desire is. I know what the weight upon my heart is, Everything feels so redundant now, So I know what sadness is. I know

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

The Wonders, Not Wonders

The Wonders, Not Wonders ode

Himalayas, Eiffel tower, water-falls At Nile, the seven geographical And constructive wonders, We had in our childhood texts, Not wonders, they are; just big things; Mountains, water-falls, Eiffel tower, And Great Wall, be erected, more lively; Let it interact with

The Road I Had Taken

The Road I Had Taken short poem

The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety

The Beast Within

The Beast Within prose poem

The shadows of you continuously haunt me. They are always reflecting the person you made me, the person I didn’t want to become… It has almost been a year since you left, and yet your demons, that I so foolishly

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel short poem

Like a fallen angel am I Unloved and unwanted Distressed and disturbed of heart Unable to die and too pained to live. I exist like the walking dead In the realm of the living Waiting for that elusive grace For