Legends Poems

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

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The olde wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced and all were in tears. The faithful old rider

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider

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Special You

Special You ballad

I had always wondered why the sun rose in a distance and pondered if I will ever have a son I always stood far away wishing I was closer, not just a poser, why I chased and wanted a girl

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,

Castles In The Dale

Castles In The Dale short poem

I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long I long

He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Nympharum Venari

Nympharum Venari long poem

Cu-sith roam and howl to the moon Venting their anger in audible form Across the woods their voices roam Sending chills to those in their home. Spoken of as legends and myth The Cu-sith chase and hunt Magic in their

Sleeplessness

Sleeplessness short poem

Through the elements of fear in faith you become vulnerable to conversing legends. The reclining god was stolen from the temple for a weeping skull. Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes in

Hole in my heart

Hole in my heart long poem

These days, as I wake up, an eagle sits on my window. ‘tell me, my eagle, tell me the tales of distant flowers, of dragons, of dangerous people, with beards, with spears. tell me of their loves and dreams and

Starcatcher

Starcatcher long poem

Well and you say I am one of a kind it’s you that legends are made of you say I’m always on your mind it’s you that suspends me in time it cannot be forbidden now if it takes a

I Wonder

I Wonder long poem

I Wonder Who came up with the thought to own land, and then possessing even stones, water and sand? Nothing in this world will soon be cost free, price tag will even be set to the air we breathe. I

The Predicament

The Predicament short poem

Joined by the funeral, we sit down, under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling the processions. Ultimately one by one they come, to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow there is an explosion and a transition censored

Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States.

Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States. elegy

George Washington and Abraham Lincoln commanders in chief epitomized supreme martial mien and vocalized special flair talents summoned from their native heart-land motif in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare acquired evanescent mythic reverence extant within bibliographic brief and closest role

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

This Day

This Day short poem

It was inheritance of pain. I should have known. Incontinent, she was scared to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator,

Jump Suit

Jump Suit long poem

Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology

I Am Legend

I Am Legend long poem

I am legend like will smith Die hard like Bruce Willis With a beautiful body like Anna Nicole smith A warrior hardened like Mr and Mrs Smith One of a kind in my mind like the matrix Smith Sit back

Superman

Superman short poem

In comics and legends, the hero always has a power, a secret kept from them, that emerges, separates them from the mundane. consider an elderly man he can read everyone’s mind was told this by his mother and also told

Stray Fall

Stray Fall short poem

With gray wolves around, he put the gun on the chin and pulled the trigger. The crowded nest and tainted gemones: the double helix had the sex crumbling: consensual hate. Some beasts and hairy saints were turning the world black,

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

The Pain Fillings

The Pain Fillings short poem

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood

We have no death

We have no death short poem

Our love is not the stuff of legends, of poisons, of letters written with blood. ours is the gentle, everyday love. of fingers run through hair. of legs thrown upon legs. of little things. of wearing each other’s clothes. of

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Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa.

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa. prose poem

Boundaries that keep me from you. Infinite space. We are in finite space. Spaces that grow and tremble and then contract and ripple Shattered by my brick like body, red from the sun and solid from the pressure of holding

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Life is beautiful still

Life is beautiful still short poem

Life is beautiful still there is hope though at a far away horizon, there is light though it is beyond the promised dawn, there is love though it is full of peril, there is peace though the path to it

The Silent Colours

The Silent Colours short poem

A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body

The Rain

The Rain short poem

When the clouds frown, She drips down. She’s the battle’s victory Of the massive maddened clouds Fought to rub out the dearth. She fills the world, With the bliss of cool breeze, the sorrows end. with her mild blow, the

Vagabond Heart

Vagabond Heart short poem

I remembered my childhood in the cherry orchard, the way I did not want to complain about my too long name or about the fact that other children avoided me. I believed that for those who never lie to others

Between Life And Rhymes

Between Life And Rhymes prose poem

Between the times, between the rhymes, the beat of life goes on, Though sometimes stumbling through the dark, before the night has gone, And yet again it can be dazzled by the rising of the dawn Like many crumbling edifices

I Will Survive

I Will Survive short poem

Something is lost…I am thoroughly aware The moments of joy disappeared; Something in your eyes tell me What a fool I’ve been…if only I hadn’t believed you… But things have gone too far from trust I never thought it was

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

True Love

True Love short poem

Love is Not just Excellent chemistry Between two individuals! If you really Love someone, You must have Excellent chemistry, Physics, Biology, History, Geography, Sociology, Psychology, Arithmetic, Geometry And all other Istries, metics, metries, Ics, ories, graphies, Ologies And all the

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

You

You short poem

I will think of you At nights when my heart carries the heavy weight of death For breathing has no place without a face And I will think of you When courage refuses to let disappointments win And rivers were

Strength

Strength short poem

Words don’t describe a man, so don’t the grades. The journey of a person may take him to the wildest way, We taste the flavor of every emotion, some with joy and some sad. oh! how much I wished I

Death Of Absence

Death Of Absence short poem

Gladioli stand in a tantric daze under siege of prism. The colors fall dangling, unsettling silent memories. I thought I was nervous while playing a smell game of wild guns, when tanks were rolling out on streets. A final farewell

And then it was gone…

And then it was gone... short poem

And then it was gone Lost in the realms of time A thing of the past All that it stood for All that it vowed to be Disintegrated like dust from a shooting star It started as a tiny speck

The Memory Bank

The Memory Bank prose poem

I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may

Food the Leveller

Food the Leveller short poem

With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora