Jasmine Poems

Jasmine poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of jasmine poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on jasmine are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

A Long Forgotten Feeling.

A Long Forgotten Feeling. short poem

You captivated me, Drenched in raindrops My mind singing in joy, At the sight of you, A fragrance around me, An untold emotion, Deep in my soul. Blossoms of love, That never fades, In ethereal beauty, Of a misty glow,

Poems containing references to : Jasmine

God’s Masterpiece

Gods Masterpiece short poem

Nature …God’s eternal artisan knows not the language of consistency… every second it… sketches …the grace of a flying seagull etches …the silence of the dark moon eclipsed by the cotton clouds paints ….the vibrancy of the morning sun on

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Spring flowers bloom, Bringing cheer to you and me, This cheer is happiness, Leaves fall, new come, Here comes a sprout and a new wild plum; Happiness comes, Happiness goes, How sweetly it flows; One road treads to happiness, The

A Flower’s Vision

A Flowers Vision short poem

Will I adorn His Divine feet in a temple or a church…. Will I be the wreath on a mortal remains… Will I be ….. blessed as a wedding garland.. ……….or will I grace the tresses of a beauty queen…

High Tea

High Tea short poem

The invitation for that late afternoon Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go Unwillingly. You had figured a high tea with a muffled Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of Trivial

Which Ever Way

Which Ever Way short poem

Life is like Deepavali crackers Some crack with thunder And some fizzle out committing blunder life is like a Flowing river Some keep going and reach the summit Like a perennial river reaching the Sea And some get stuck up

Blush Of Purity

Blush Of Purity short poem

White is so pure and powerful, A blemish on it mars The beauty of its radiance, It is beauty of insignificant’s significance, A Blooming tiny flower, Clouds in sensuous blue sky, Foam bubbles in ripples of enticing ocean, A wild

Windows

Windows prose poem

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

Scented Memories

Scented Memories short poem

On this lazy Sunday while the rest of the pack are Nursing sore eyes, here I am on the winding lanes where memories lay, like strewn flowers, and some still bloom on those hedgerows behind which a shining face, often

My Life

My Life short poem

My Life My life as I feel barren leaves of a tree in summer awaiting to blossom like jasmine buds in the early monsoon My life as I feel an empty vast field in hot summer withers every hope of

The Bride

The Bride prose poem

I had just jumped out of a puddle of water and Then walked through the garden before I entered The living room of my house I don’t remember how old I was then but I know I was small enough

Paradise On Earth

Paradise On Earth long poem

Crimson tulips,scarlet roses, Snow-white roses with beautiful posies. Gorgeous fairies in flamboyant gowns, Always cheerful and happy,they never frown. Yellow buttercups and pink azaleas, Hibiscus and bright coloured bougainvilleas, Spreading on the walls of the lush green lawns. As if

Dad

Dad ballad

Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard

This Is Now

This Is Now long poem

Well this could be the Renaissance or This Could Be Now… a circle dance in the hour of the Northern Mockingbird… Venus in Pisces by chance…a wild and crazy romance serenaded by sweetest sonnets ever sung… enchanted by fragrances of

Beauty In A Summer Breeze

Beauty In A Summer Breeze long poem

Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

Fragrance

Fragrance short poem

Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

A Sanctuary For Lost Love

A Sanctuary For Lost Love long poem

It has been one year since you died my precious Jasmine Ever since losing you i haven’t been the same The sky high ambition i once had has been doused in cold water The wings i use to spread so

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

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Freedom In Doom And Gloom

Freedom In Doom And Gloom long poem

Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance, A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance. But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly, To save her

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

From Maine To Louisiana

From Maine To Louisiana short poem

Callan sleepwalks the screenporch accompanied by the wind (which tugs her cream chemise in fitful jinks) and her improbable Polish last name its consonant-rich taunt sunk into her psyche like some cypress splinter so long imbedded it has gone past

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Invisible Particles

Invisible Particles short poem

I care less, walking on plateau. Now, mind rejects the peaks. A small patch of green, I knead on ice of firm orbs. This sterile landscape starts a fire. My hands knit a taciturn probe to enter the inconceivable. The

Just Freedom

Just Freedom long poem

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

Return On D-day

Return On D day short poem

Why deceptive retrieve in a wheelchair for the fallen? Was it not a sheer wrong message of a space anxiety? The aboriginal name was dead in a traffic. What a choice to breathe its last in a city of buried

Small Talk

Small Talk short poem

Surge in hidden chastity enters the torch but the enemy was within. Brown clouds over the black carbon, glaciers were melting; the assault rifle stands alone in snow. This was not ignorance, a purposeful denial of white truce in the

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

My Flower Fascinated

My Flower Fascinated short poem

I left that red rose in her dressing desk But found in the evening as untouched but dried Tho’ I reminded not to forget among her other task Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried I just asked her

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color

Fate Of The Key

Fate Of The Key short poem

Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for

A River

A River short poem

A river flows through many people’s places and around dangerous spaces A yellow corn field and an amazing pink windmill as a summer embraces A black crow on a wooden fence and a dusty road as a fire in the

My Father’s House Has Many Mansions.

My Fathers House Has Many Mansions. long poem

In life we look through many windows, and we walk through many doors And in the pages that we share, we visit many different shores, For in our rooms we roam so many ways to find the things we seek

Sculpture

Sculpture prose poem

Identity is a sculpture Sculpted by force Internally Externally By choice We are born blocks Our guardians make the first mark They share the chisel with others With society And the work in progress is put on display How it