Holi Poems

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

Holi Festival

Holi Festival short poem

If you threw me in a pool with water colored red, When I got up I’d think “I’ll die, bloods running from my head.” If I fell into a pool with water colored brown, I would think that I was

Holi Special…

Holi Special... short poem

Holi Special… A special day, a special week, Neither I say nor do they weep, A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection, Making good relations, in form of Benediction, Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t

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The Missing Pieces

The Missing Pieces short poem

There’s a void in my heart that can’t seem to get filled I’m stuck in the present ‘coz I’m reliving the past, You moved out of my life it all happened so fast. I tried filling the emptiness as much

A Fairy Came To Me

A Fairy Came To Me short poem

A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to

Intertwined Souls

Intertwined Souls short poem

Your Gentle whisper A beautiful caress Lasting forever Till our souls are put to rest Us dancing at the gate of our unfolding journey While wrapped in love’s sweet innocence Embracing the allure of your breathless sanctuary Enduring love; perfect

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer) short poem

July 20th, 1822. We’ve done it. As I lay down my tools for the last time, Here stands before me the fruit of my labour. This night, a technology beyond its time has been born. She truly is beautiful. A

Almost

Almost short poem

Gone beyond extendable territories, Raging past the fierce wilderness, Words were never spoken, The time was never mentioned. People almost do things: He almost reached, She almost left, They almost gave in, We almost failed. Almost will not suffice, It

Distant Apart

Distant Apart short poem

Far beyond the ocean breeze Where my tiny hands fail to reach I see a light so warm and bright A soft breeze touched my face Gave a soft warmth that I could feel Far away I heard a voice

Letter To You

Letter To You short poem

Hey you, I just wanted to write, I really hope you don’t mind, You’re not out of mind, just out of sight, I think about you all of the time. I often wonder how things are, Since the last time

Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,

Here lies my hope

Here lies my hope short poem

Here Lies My Hope Where the dark turns to light Light turns to morning Morning turns to day Day turns to dusk Dusk turns to evening Here lies my hope Where man loves to live Live to be of good

The Hardest Part

The Hardest Part short poem

The hardest part of ending Is starting over again Troubled times buried in the past And overcoming the pain Staring at this empty room A million questions fill my mind Thinking back to happier days Rather than how love can

One Year Disease

One Year Disease short poem

2 weeks, I look in the mirror and all I see Fat, ugly, and worthless staring back at me I pinch my stomach hoping it will shrink It has only been two weeks; I will soon look better… I think

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

Creator

Creator short poem

Is there a God? Big question! I do not know. No one knows. I do know, however, there is a creator. I look around, what do I see? I see things, created things. I see created things. That’s all I

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

Death

Death long poem

Life hurts hearts break easily time slips away right through your fingertips like sand on a beach or dirt on the ground leaving marks some noticeable some can’t be found Scars run down your arms leaving a trail of thoughts

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived prose poem

Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

Together

Together short poem

I envy the farmer’s wife Sitting beside her partner for life – Gazing together into the sunset. This togetherness is not there, We have lost it – I don’t know where. Together we sleep in a double bed – You

Time Flies

Time Flies long poem

Time flies, gentlemen I know! Those days of pleasure and satisfaction Those moments of mischief and appreciation Those times of puberty and perseverance All those hours have gone But remain in the mind, to be remembered tomorrow. Those days of

You And Me

You And Me short poem

You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position

Every Day, The Present

Every Day, The Present short poem

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

Realpolitik

Realpolitik short poem

Under the tree of learning of another life, the primitive father arrives. Casts a spell of wisdom, between sorrow and death with a speck of tears in circle of beings. But a rain-soaked serpentine path leads to a ravine. A

Helmeted Version

Helmeted Version short poem

Will the shouts work on blood seeds in climate of conflicts? Winter was shrinking. Give me a hand. I am going to invite clouds softly. Let the drumming start. War has broken out on many fronts for a god, for

Life – A Journey Through Skies

Life   A Journey Through Skies short poem

Birth of an Infant is like a glittering star over clear sky The infant mind is as coll and as calm as a night sky The growth of an infant to kid is like sun rising in the sky with

Pacemaker

Pacemaker short poem

Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The

A Kashmiri Orchard

A Kashmiri Orchard prose poem

O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing

Oh, Moon

Oh, Moon short poem

Oh, silky silver moon, come down to earth, Keenly, since long I have been looking forth. We will have sweet talk by sitting closer, Forgetting all hesitation and fear. Like you, I remain wakeful in night as stars, Waiting for

Sample Of My Wishes

Sample Of My Wishes short poem

Sitting in a bright green garden sipping on some tea Sampling the wishes of the beautiful mind of me Flowers bloom in colours of the rainbow and my eyes are simply set so free A yellow Chinese dragon flies above

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra ballad

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious

Before Life Begins

Before Life Begins short poem

My heart isn’t as strong. But my love is for him. It beats day by day, Until the valleys turn gold, underneath the sun’s glorious rays. I’ll sit in the grass. And I’ll look up at the sky. As I

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

Wounded Dance

Wounded Dance short poem

A rock becomes a philosopher. Refuses to move looking at the stars. Rogue shirts were walking on the clouds of unknowing. I wanted to remove all the clocks. Who was stealing the water? Secret of life? Impiety had undone the

Unspoken Words!

Unspoken Words! long poem

I once had your heart and you reforged mine A shimmering one with your artisan hands Fragile as it was, yet it felt safe in your clasp Every word I spoke, a reflection of your love Every song had a

Why So?

Why So? short poem

Why is that we are told to sit in a class room with a pencil kit to draw all the nature’s boon inside a grilled room why is it so we are asked to sing about the prince who gave

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya short poem

Unable to reach out with arms wide spread words escaping mouth uttered for the benefit of ears his own ears no one can listen no one can see no one is around it is cold and desolate not a blade

My Friend, The Wind

My Friend, The Wind short poem

I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass My face caressed by the gentle breeze My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed? In times of sadness, it sighs consolingly in my ears Even