Hush Poems

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

Rush To Hush

Rush To Hush short poem

We hear noise and the faintest call We rise up to rule and then we fall We sit, stoop, walk, and then we stand We ride the wind as best we can We get blown away like grains of sand

Hush Mind

Hush Mind short poem

Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon

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Aura

Aura long poem

Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine

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Marvelling High Hills

Marvelling High Hills short poem

Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit, And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer, That entice me to sneak the wonderland, A wanderer in nature thereby. Lo! Me too already on lakeside, The same watery hive binds me

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

Dawn Wings

Dawn Wings short poem

Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

World A Maze ?

World A Maze ? short poem

World of maze ? Fuzzy is the world about mess in the cosmos where the mass amasses gross income that almost abates the flux in values fore grounded in the spinals of mortals. Crazy is the youth on the online

Long Road To Recovery

Long Road To Recovery short poem

Time over time the shattered heart mended, awakening a possibility unknown Truth does not manipulate a shallow hope is shown… Time grew into a vine of sourness, prejudice coaxed the rot, prayers for retaining innocence… went hush ….like the silenced

Lost Somewhere

Lost Somewhere short poem

Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs long poem

On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow

Awakening

Awakening short poem

The dew, now a honey gold, slipped between the blades of lush, The cleansing dawn, The morning hush, The clearing of sky, The fleeting rush. With a twinkle in my eye, And dreams unborn, I rose to the awakening, Of

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

Road To

Road To short poem

The drone and the groan of the track upon sand As an armoured car rolls over the land Its cumbersome movement, the desert it stirs By the haze of the heat the terrain is disturbed Outside, it’s bleak, not a

Abyss And The Body It Inhabits

Abyss And The Body It Inhabits short poem

A brick window, your name in between the cracks that light doesn’t dare to touch It’s fitting really, that you should be immortalized in secret like the hush of thunder; they hear but do not see you you have your

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

The Bongo Player

The Bongo Player long poem

Dressed in my black clothes With Maryanne in her black hose We sit in the Beatnik Café Our faces grotesque Over candle glow And while Maryanne asks a question The answer to nobody knows My eyes fall upon the bongo

Seashore

Seashore short poem

Zephyrs fan you in the seashore Soothing like an amor’s breath Seagulls in the golden sky soar The waters hush, trees tremble Serene waves cleanse your toes Glittering like diamonds chipped The wind howls and then slows Clouds blush when

Lost

Lost short poem

I wander in the dark forest Looking, searching For a torchlight Tears glistening in the night The wounds are the sorest Smothered by black leaves Black Mambas coiled around my ankles Hands in shackles Pieces of puzzles stolen by thieves

Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

I Thought This Was Love

I Thought This Was Love sonnet poems

Please take my hand, for I am blind. I’ve lost my path and my sense of touch. I’ve fallen, for my hands and feet are behind. Please let me hear, for all is in a hush. My wrist and ankles

Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

Curled up in the blanket of dim light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon, Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

The Antidote

The Antidote short poem

Hail the messiah of the downtrodden soldiers of the heart and mind, Grief, chaos, anger and their friends need some counselling. So the Superman arrives with tickling serpentine fingers and darty snooker eyeballs; The cavalry of shenanigans on his nosey,

Greying Streets

Greying Streets short poem

Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

Native Land

Native Land long poem

When you are in your native land Suddenly meeting an uncertain hour of setting winter eventide in clumsy manner, When the determined darkness striding too fast Mingles with receding rays of days last sun That down over crimson void. You

Just Try

Just Try prose poem

When I converse with him, He is high, up in the night sky.. It’s all about you and me, And about the silence that expresses the loudest thought that dwells in our mind. While shinning bright it does flicker at

The Savage Life

The Savage Life ballad

In caves of Arabian Desert Lived uncouth people, I assert, One thousand years ago, in seclusion, Within their savage legion. One wondered at the sandy hills Encompassed by vigorous rills, But friendly to those men were they; They loved to

What Says Echo?

What Says Echo? prose poem

(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks

An Ode To True Love !

An Ode To True Love ! ode

Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in

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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

Paradoxical

Paradoxical short poem

Thanks for the dark days of my past For they brought bright gleams, present! Disgrace, despair and distrust; Took me to the source of love and reverence Anguish, agony and neglect Taught me the values of ethics and ethnics Night

Poinsettia

Poinsettia short poem

What was that inside you which was not ready to accept the compound folly of a man? What worry do I carry tonight to my bed? An intentional leap into the very fire of mind? A virgin garden battles with

The Rat Race

The Rat Race short poem

I am taking part in a race-the rat race Where all that matters are marks and grades And all I gain is unnecessary tension. I am clueless when you ask me to apply my knowledge For what I have learned

Words

Words short poem

You are all around me, From wake to sleep Holding each inch of my life Deciding, how my day be And letting me play with you A hardest thing, I’ve ever known You rule my friends and enemies, If I

The Red Poppies

The Red Poppies prose poem

Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting

Love Sonnet 167

Love Sonnet 167 sonnet poems

Black colors my days, it’s a waste of night, In raiment, very dark, it clothed my heart, For love dimmed, all the bright days are in flight, Dreams, too, it tainted, until they depart; Yet, nary is a picture with

She

She short poem

Every brunt she has to bear. Every music she has to face. Learn to value the word ‘she’ my dear. Because she is the whole humanity’s base. She encapsulated you when you were a homogenised matter. She bore the dreadful

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.