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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Scarlet Life Runs Dry

Scarlet Life Runs Dry short poem

Sound dances on the wind The scarlet life that runs through our body Bitter to the smell Sweet to the taste The lifeline that doesn’t make any of us humans much different A beauty that’s capable of sending chills down

The Other Way

The Other Way short poem

I get up in the morning without ever bothering could I have got up at all I ride the Bike amidst chaotic traffic never ever thinking, could I ever ride again I grab all the junk food into my stomach

Bonita

Bonita ballad

I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed

Addiction & Subtraction

Addiction & Subtraction short poem

I am a lost soul, Half of a whole. Don’t really fit, Can’t seem to quit. Too soft for life, Too tough to die, A cage-less bird afraid to fly. Shrinking from a faceless fear, Risking all that I hold

Anger Outlet

Anger Outlet short poem

Don’t you sometimes wish to just scream? To pinch yourself and find out it’s a dream: I know I do! No matter how happy that day I may seem. Or to find a tiny space where you can crawl For

The End

The End prose poem

Hey Friend; There is no need to pretend, I can see what’s coming ahead , I can really sense the end; My bright days turning to twilight, My world’s turning Black and White, Something’s not right, Something’s never right; It

Father Of My Pen

Father Of My Pen short poem

If there was a way out To get you by my side Probably, I wouldn’t write Since, it is improbable Elsewhere I need to weave this fable Hence on paper! Still, so powerful Your virtual presence You nourish my heart

A Day

A Day short poem

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

Gum

Gum short poem

From birth you are given a role many would deem inhumane You are forced into clothes and put to work for selfish men One day you are chosen to fulfil your duty Even though your obligation will change you into

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Thought You Knew

Thought You Knew prose poem

Can’t You Tell? I Love…. I Smile… I Live in his Grace I make mistakes… I right my wrongs… The light inside shines through my face. They are angry with mean words Judging my pain We Flow in and out,

Real Estate

Real Estate short poem

I Wonder How Much He Paid For Me? Because He Acts As If I Am His Property. Sometimes I Want To Hit Him Upside The Head With A Plate, Maybe Then He Would Realise That I’m Not Real Estate. He

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Bonds Uncaged

Bonds Uncaged sonnet poems

At the time of leaving, the girl didn’t cry. Her dad knew; the princess was now a queen to someone. The princess, famous for stealing hearts of all, now had herself stolen by a crowned head. The girl who understood

Treacherous Memories

Treacherous Memories short poem

How treacherous Often memories could be. The ones I needed most, betray And those not, stay. Yes I am talking of poignant And ugly memories. Between the ticks of time, They take turns to torment me. Even in dreams, they

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

I know I have lost you, oh my Love But madly am Searching for you, oh my Love You trapped me in the cyclonic whirl wind You damaged my heart beyond repair You drowned me in flood of tears You

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

The Morning After

The Morning After short poem

Burnt matchsticks Polythene bags Soggy chips and Tumbled cans Glasses half-full Bottles half-empty emptied. Soiled plates Cigarette tails Filters and papers Tobacco trails Coloured lighters Ashtrays scattered. Lost hairbands Unmade beds Switched off lights Hungover heads That lone cigarette tucked

Shaken Skies

Shaken Skies short poem

It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this

Together We Can Make A Difference

Together We Can Make A Difference short poem

Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on

A Lovebird Song

A Lovebird Song short poem

A Lovebird Song I will fly to wherever you are, I will locate you, my wings shall carry me to your abode on hill, tree or beyond the sea. Upon my beak- greetings of love-from far land I bring to

Suddenly

Suddenly short poem

suddenly I stood still in time I mean the air breathed for me the sky fed me and I quietly absorbed everything that was offered floated in awareness saw what I had not seen ever before felt infinite spaces between

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I