Languages Poems

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

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

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The missing connection

The missing connection short poem

May be the winds might know which way it turned, or fish might guide through that deep undercurrent. The flora and fauna of that desolated island, help unravel the mystery if it ever land. But with all the technologies, the

Happiness Of The World

Happiness Of The World short poem

It was a big floor with full of shops and lights, There I stood in a corner to watch the flow of people, They seemed to me, a river flowing with all its might. People were of different, in color

Senses Of Love

Senses Of Love long poem

She is the color of dusk, Just before it begins to rain. A shade of orange From the setting sun, A pinch of yellow, From the street lamps, A sprinkle of red, From the pregnant clouds. There is a name

For Loss Of Words

For Loss Of Words prose poem

This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,

The Future Of Africa

The Future Of Africa short poem

My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of

Universal Language

Universal Language short poem

Successful people Do not learn English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin, Or, any other language! They Do not speak English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin Or, any other language! They learn How to make

Have You Ever Been In My Country?

Have You Ever Been In My Country? short poem

Have you ever seen the sun setting and the moon rising together the three oceans mixing with each other the peacock welcoming the rain where the farmer will be found tinkling the golden wheat grain where we will find the

The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Pain Of Our Ancestors

Pain Of Our Ancestors prose poem

I take my trip to the land of black called Africa where my ancestors live and rule for thousand years. They are like a thunder and dove they never weak nor shaky always at their feet. This is the land

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

Picking right images for your poems

Picking right images for your poems tips and tricks

Images have a voice of their own. They speak in languages every mind can relate to. Images, when combined with thoughts can reach way deeper into one’s being. Images are important. They give a colorful meaning to words. So next

Love Sonnet 111

Love Sonnet 111 sonnet poems

This heart adores with feelings true and pure A lady love, so sweet, of classic mien, Discreet of ways, so subtle and demure, Yet keen to hear buds opening unseen; Or else, discern aspirations of dreams, Decipher codes in languages

The Three Doors

The Three Doors long poem

Have you ever had an event so spectacular to occur that you could never understand why? I did, and it changed my life forever. One night, long ago, I awoke in an elegant hall. Unsure of where to go, I

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

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The Picture On The Wall

The Picture On The Wall short poem

There is a picture on the wall, With some people hanging around Each smiling and laughing Enjoying and having the time of their lives Each wearing their own costumes, Each with their own colours Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Yellow, Green,

Today

Today elegy

I smiled today I smiled today, when I saw the cobweb above the door I once pointed to one there after you had cleaned and dusted You told me you didn’t have your glasses on that “look up”. I saw

All For Love!

All For Love! short poem

I put my love for you Into words, Words cleverly disguised To look as if mine, Every time I catch a new Emotion, I put it down, Write and rewrite Edit and re-edit, I have done all that, That is

Next Stop

Next Stop short poem

Two tickets, for a train to down under. Take me with you, for my birth was a blunder. Walking as blind energy, from day to day. Giving up the hope to pray, as I lay, Myself down, in my self-inflictions,

Once I Had No Fear And Nothing To Lose

Once I Had No Fear And Nothing To Lose short poem

Imagination wild with dreams and A happy childhood so it seems From a young age my future was set Then tragedy and our family met Dad had taken fate in to his own control By deciding when to end his

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

Nothingness And Being

Nothingness And Being short poem

Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.

You Are the Master of Life

You Are the Master of Life short poem

Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,

Walking Through

Walking Through prose poem

I walked the roads, and followed every path When at last there was no more I ventured still to pass With hands outstretched and dreams held tight I walked the path into the night I found my way and prayed

She’d Lie For You !

Shed Lie For You ! short poem

She slept with her demons, To live those dreams, They weren’t reality, Yet, oh! So pretty. Not pristine, What a pity, Those nights of heavy rain, Might give her also a forever stain. All the cards on her side, A

What Is In a Name?

What Is In a Name? short poem

What’s there in a name? Oh, nothing at all-said He. Would you love me then, if any other name was Me? Oh, yeah…yeah…sure. I met a tramp the other day, at the end of the road. A small bit of

You Thought Wrong

You Thought Wrong short poem

Yes I have questions, and good ones at that. The kind of questions that I feel need answering to. The ones I think about each and every day.The ones I would never say. You thought you understood. When really you

Today I Am So Small

Today I Am So Small long poem

Today I am so small I ride the corner of your hip, clinging on (with both my tiny hands) to the edge of your pocket. Your denim thighs crest the alternate air like the humping backs of sister whales side

What He Is? (part 2)

What He Is? (part 2) short poem

He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me

Boudoir

Boudoir short poem

Her dark skin and youth took the ironic decripitude out of the bargain store pictures tacked all across the wall fabric hung like proud vulvas declining to hide anything declining to invite – they were just soft walls rippling in

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

Insurmountable You

Insurmountable You short poem

Separated by months and eight thousand miles making love to you is an impossibility like painting a hangar with a pallet knife clearing four feet of snow with a soup spoon yet one day you arrive and we meet always

In loop

In loop short poem

You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.

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

Ardent Love

Ardent Love short poem

When lips remain silent, eyes speak Love conquers every beautiful peak Expression comes from a sparking cheek Crazy feelings come from heart to sneak What is out in beloved’s domain When she plays in drizzling rain Love emotions to beauty

Prison

Prison short poem

Hidden within my locked mind Are words that fight all the time Each one a story to tell All about my prison cell I wish that sometimes They could say Happy times Will come my way But instead the words

Read the Words

Read the Words short poem

Read the Words Is it just me? Or do people not stop to read? A poem, sonnet or book, Are all worth a patient look. But with such busy lives, We become like bees at our hives. Coming and going,

Oblivion

Oblivion long poem

This face that I lift in my palms so carefully, as if it is grains of sand, shall someday slip through my fingers, as if it is grains of sand. but, for a moment, let me forget. this face that

Trust

Trust prose poem

Have you felt it? Little foetus feeling safe and secure Sometimes agitated and fidgeting This to be human will join the race Satisfy family-give unconditional love Obey religion-work without expectations Tolerate politics-be loyal and patriotic I could hear the foetus