Justinbieber Poems

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

Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber short poem

My favorite singer, Justin Bieber. He calls his fans beliber, And i’m his believer. His songs are really good, that it would make person skip his food. Turns the listener in a good mood, Even for little red riding hood.

Poems you may like :

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

Gifting

Gifting short poem

O viola, go over the grapes and find an ageless green. It is difficult to be born again, undoing death. You swoon at the continuity of crossroads – with blue flags in your bowl. A rosette, without a winner. A

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

Refugee

Refugee short poem

The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log

Her Fancy For Fancy World

Her Fancy For Fancy World short poem

She is a girl of ten and six fixing her keen round eyes on tiny mobile of red hue In her fair palm, swaying dizzily on the busy pavement unaware Of herself suddenly stunned to face a scooty before her

A Bug Named Jitters

A Bug Named Jitters long poem

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Hope

Hope ballad

What’s life but a phase Before we reach a better place And what you feel in your heart Sometimes we all set apart There are days we are crumbling under And days again When we reach for thunder And when

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

Kashsho The Bride

Kashsho The Bride short poem

A pretty damsel clad in her White Wedding Gown, As if a heavenly Hoori from paradise is coming, With her jewelled crown. The white transparent veil can’t conceal her beauty, The moon-faced bride is looking extremely pretty. Her midnight eyes

Uneasy Calm

Uneasy Calm short poem

Perceptibly all’s normal sans any grave concern Yet something’s amiss at total loss to discern Prospects and delivery in unanimity converged Still truest of the bliss never clearly emerged Amity, bonds & loyalty all but there so to say But

Capetonia Flatsenburg

Capetonia Flatsenburg long poem

We never regret being insubordinate, but she has room for those torn apart, despite their hearts so full of hate. Their tears are the hurts of the heart. They cry not knowing, she is watching, listening, concerned of their well-being,

Compassion

Compassion short poem

Compassion, so precious a gift Incomparable to all earthly things So transient and dismally brief Compassion, a myriad of tears Seeing the hungry, desolate and grieving A wish to share their pain and fears Compassion, an opening of the heart

King Cole

King Cole short poem

Through out time he dreamed of becoming a king Who would have all of the finer Things in this realm as he progressed And developed he would Finally close his palm to Realize his dreams And visions had finally evolved

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

Fraught Grapple

Fraught Grapple short poem

Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare With expended all vigor and resources in despair Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong Head though persistent heart tells to move along Most of earlier envisaged is

Daze

Daze short poem

Running scared, Look behind, A crazy man, That look in his eyes. He seems so driven, Is he from the past, Can’t stop to think, Gaining ground fast. Over a fence, Around hidden corners, Pursuing with madness, In the night

Closet Keepers

Closet Keepers elegy

Coming out of the closet, a whole new meaning? Meeting you for the first time was like a dream, yes a dream, all of my colours became vivid and bright, I was floating on cloud, I believed it was cloud

Revolution

Revolution short poem

Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the

Are You Illusion Or Reality?

Are You Illusion Or Reality? ballad

This heart keep a secret, secret that only this heart can keep, I dream an illusion, illusion that I cannot seek, I have taught my soul to not be fickle, fickle it always is, Not to know how to be

Mystery Called Life

Mystery Called Life short poem

Oh Life ! I know you are a mystery You don different characters different times You are some times a romantic poem inspiring my heart to rhyme You are also an ocean of sorrow and make me swim against all

My Familiar Friend…

My Familiar Friend... long poem

We really have to stop meeting like this, You always give me a kiss on the lips, You always let me know you have missed, We wonder how it ever came to this. It seems there are certain times of

You Are My Reminder

You Are My Reminder prose poem

You are a lovely memory; But, today you are only my reminder…. You are my reminder to be careful… Be careful of the people I invest my time in… To see people for what they are And not for who

The Prince

The Prince sonnet poems

In a far away land, I used to call my own, There lives a King and a Queen whom people never disown. That’s why God give them a gift they call their son, A Prince that grew from a little

Wish

Wish elegy

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

I hate love

I hate love short poem

So tell me now, where do I go? I gave you hostility. I’ve been down this road. We say no more but it’s not the end. This isn’t over. Not just yet. It’ll continue. I’ll watch you fall. I could

My Little Mo Jo Bag

My Little Mo Jo Bag long poem

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

Ponderings

Ponderings short poem

Moonless shadows flicker from an ebbing amber candle on the farm house porch just off Old Mill Road, too hot to sleep. Solstice stillness in rural dark deepens following a distant dim lightning flash rumbling thunder this midsummer night. Invisible

A Benign Place

A Benign Place short poem

In a story that i wanna tell there are tracks often traveled but for different reasons but i travel to find myself For when i first visited they held a part of me captive and no, i do not go

Creation Is A Violent Event

Creation Is A Violent Event prose poem

Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium

The Madhouse

The Madhouse short poem

There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling Everything about this place is extremely unappealing In this madhouse every one is depressed This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest We have no exterminator to keep

Beautiful

Beautiful short poem

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

I Understand Now

I Understand Now short poem

I understand now, I understand why words like moths- Flutter in my mind, Like my thoughts they change all the time. I understand now, I understand the beauty of too much pain- Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,

Tables Turned

Tables Turned long poem

You might be watching me, but I am watching you, You think that you’re listening but I am hearing you, You read my body language but I read yours loud and clear, You’re present in the room but your mind

My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

Shade

Shade short poem

I dreamt myself a ghost woken Of a morning by frigid rain pitiless, needling, painful, unknown From my indistinct fore-life My domain an irregular bowl A well bottom a warm, still Kingdom to float swampy vapors Possessing to the precipice,

The Door

The Door prose poem

The Door// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering

Ridiculous

Ridiculous long poem

Ridiculous, ridiculum, ridiculi, Everything that lives must suffer and die. Ridiculous, ridiculum, ridiculi, You can’t live forever so why even try. Don’t give it away though, Don’t let them take it from you either. Don’t really even mind going, Just

First Day Of Spring 2015

First Day Of Spring 2015 short poem

A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not