Hormone Poems

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

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

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O You Man – The Monster

O You Man   The Monster short poem

O you men, The monsters, You were sent for protection, For God’s beautiful creation, You were sent to safeguard, The chastity and honour, You were sent to love, The beauty and perfection, Of Eves’ daughter, But, The adrenaline which provided

Love Crime – The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade)

Love Crime   The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) long poem

This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is

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Hibernating Heart

Hibernating Heart short poem

The heart hibernates In that pain Freezing the emotions Going numb timeless The warm waves Those touch and go Melting it a little One at a time Then a qualm lingers After the frozen heart And the melting emotions Drop

Simple Search

Simple Search short poem

Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy short poem

That evening was unlike any other evening This evening is similar to that evening What was so dear to me that evening? The same is dear to me this evening Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening

The Drummer

The Drummer ode

The stadium goes dark and a hush falls- you can hear a pin drop; The sounds of pins dropping, Maybe it’s the patter of raindrops Or is it running feet- Oh, the anticipation! It’s a drumroll for the artist, As

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

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!

One

One prose poem

One may be Goodlooking but his Bad luck will not make him a filmy hero One may be intelligent but his Ego may come in the way of success One may be efficient but his over confidence may mar his

Let’s Fall In Love

Let’s Fall In Love short poem

Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each

Sheer

Sheer prose poem

Fighting the fake to hide the truth, never been a moment since you came, had I found a piece of Ruth . Waves in the ocean bound to fade in the passing flow, hitting my mind up you have given

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Love In An Ancient Cave

Love In An Ancient Cave prose poem

That was an incredible rainy evening on the top of rock hills surrounded by ancient caves blue skies were wrapped by the dark clouds and snow peaks smilingly greeted the first snow fall in the love valley rain drops falling

A Singaporean Childhood

A Singaporean Childhood prose poem

This is a story of growing up in beige HDB flats High-rise homes that dot the lavender sunset Of void-deck soccer, of sizzling kachang putehs And of the kids in khaki shorts and white, loose singlets As their jubilant laughter

Windless

Windless short poem

Becalmed, all the world’s a pond everything set to stagnate and stink flesh cooks slowly at the equator sours like a mild temperament more than shade or food the horizon is become a god delivering, withholding shadows hide beneath a

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant long poem

Or, at least that’s what you might think. Judgement hurts in too many ways to count. I stand in the local thrift market looking for trinkets and such with my father. He came here to look for vintage picture frames

Smell Of Nothing

Smell Of Nothing short poem

Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers

Why Is It

Why Is It long poem

Why is it, that when I rest I find my hands around my neck Why are my thumbs around my throat Why do I want to choke? Why is it, that in my dreams I don’t see a single thing

For Ever

For Ever short poem

As he slowly floated to the sky The stars spelled out his name His heart, his soul all were loved But now burned with a wicked flame His hand slipped away from mine The curved, crocked and the most looked

Love Sonnet 44

Love Sonnet 44 sonnet poems

Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea, Her cheeks rosy as skies of Summer morn, While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay, She would radiate, long after stars are born; When nights are overcast, devoid of

Emotions

Emotions short poem

Emotions are what fuel us What fill us to our core. They are the defining elements in our deepest thoughts. That fist you slammed against a wall? Anger. The tears you cried over a heartbreak? Sadness, pain. The curses you

Coma

Coma short poem

« I shall remember while the light lasts And in the darkness I shall not forget » [“Non-Catholic” Cemetery, Rome: headstone 2515] Unable to Enlighten the twilight between consciousness And unconsciousness She leaves aside the despair Of those attending -Just

‘Quarter Past’ To ‘Quarter To’

Quarter Past To Quarter To long poem

I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

Freedom

Freedom long poem

Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the

Dry Leaf

Dry Leaf short poem

As the dry leaf came down from the binding roots the breeze lifted it and took it in its lair .. and laid it amidst the densest green … there to rest … when… there came a momentary storm that

And I Am Barely There

And I Am Barely There short poem

Tell me about your pain, I said Tell me about your worries, I said I will hold your hands, I said I will be your strength, I said And he sobbed and he cried And lamented all night long He

Lord

Lord short poem

When the day has come, for me to rest, I shall bow down to Lord with all respect, For he believed in me, and kept me, As his child, and empowered me, To do my best, to spread the message

The Plea Of Conscience

The Plea Of Conscience prose poem

Dear You, It’s been a long time since we spoke, I’m tallying the days since you’ve gone, Leaving me alone in this one-windowed skyscraper. The pages are blank. The ink has dried. So here I am, thinking out loud, Hoping

The Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone short poem

The day bleeds slowly, blots across the blackening sky, red drips into the nothingness, darkness overpowers the light; I fly back to my lonely nest, hunted by the crescent moon, only the stars offer me sight, I long to be

Outside The Mind

Outside The Mind short poem

prisoner of retribution, he was buried under a salt lake, elusive, his crotch, not far from stings of wasps, the blood spills, he would wonder how to catch the truth in black river, wrapped in imperforated causes, leaking with curses,

Sea Side Sights

Sea Side Sights short poem

At the sea side sea gulls glide and call for food They steal some old chips from a discarded plate Then gobble them up. To them it must taste good. I say to myself I hope it’s not too late

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

20 Seconds In A Moment

20 Seconds In A Moment short poem

20 seconds in a moment. You caught me when I was falling. Stared my eyes and felt a flash! Hearts are flying and made a clash. 20 seconds in a moment. Caught your smile when I was glaring. Touched my

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories short poem

He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.

I Don’t Want To Grow Up

I Dont Want To Grow Up short poem

I don’t want to grow up When I see friends drifting apart, when I see my mom and dad getting old, Everything is changing, going out of hand. I don’t want to grow up. Miss the carefree life I had,

When Life Meets Death

When Life Meets Death long poem

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,

Sacred Kiss

Sacred Kiss short poem

“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.

Boarding

Boarding short poem

sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,