Lohri Poems

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

Happy Lohri

Happy Lohri short poem

Here we go everyone,clapping singing Merrily around the bonfire Festivity bells in the ringing Enjoying winter to the fullest Praises we are all For the carnival of harvest call Rich poor celebrate with their fellow Leave all gates adoor and

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Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy short poem

This night oh what a bright night! the late night seems like a fantasy so beautiful the fire flies are so big the moon seems it’s almost as if the fire’s light is dancing as I lie in my tent

My Solitary Reaper

My Solitary Reaper short poem

I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.

Restored Dreams

Restored Dreams prose poem

My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped

Penned For Him

Penned For Him short poem

I witness the sparkling stars! Amidst the daily wars! The world that had a touch of gloom, Is now gardened only to bloom! My heart filled with morning dew, Never hesitates to embrace something new! I could feel my fantasies

Vitamin “L”

Vitamin L short poem

It all begins with God and nature when we are born , and bring to every face a smile…, As we grow and enjoy the world , sing and dance – classical or freestyle…. We forget and consume every grain

The Cherry Stone

The Cherry Stone english poems

I held in my hand a cherry stone And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit I planted it deep within the earth And with sun and with rain it began to shoot With tender stem it stretched

I.d.i.o.t

I.d.i.o.t short poem

A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I

POW Camp 161

POW Camp 161 long poem

It was where I learned to read, and write, and count; I counted the days. It was where I realised carrying a cello was harder than playing it. It was where I engraved my name on the playground wall, beneath

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

A-grade

A grade prose poem

She was pensive Sadness looming large on her face She failed to manage What was hurriedly needed She just passed her twelfth class She craved to do graduation But circumstances looked stubborn to deny favors to her Father with all

All of time

All of time short poem

The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my

The Mysterious Rain

The Mysterious Rain short poem

I try to sleep; but still wonder, where this hole is, The roof seems okay; the moon rays can’t penetrate, Nevertheless, every dawn; my bed is wet, the floor dry, Have consulted the carpenter, Inquired from the engineer on any

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

Rivers Of Blood

Rivers Of Blood short poem

The more times passes The more things remain unchanged The worse the hurt festers More miserable the loneliness I stand alone A bare tree in a ravaged desert plain Fleeting images of rain raising hope But in the end only

Ode To A Squirrel

Ode To A Squirrel ode

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

Faltering Tongue

Faltering Tongue short poem

He did not want anything after the sex and death of a protagonist. Rebuffed and sliced through the body, the onus was left on toxic mix. He died in deprivation, in intensity of hunger and fluidity of thirst. The quartet

Clarity

Clarity ode

Through the veil of mist and uncertainty your smile split the haze, and between its part I saw a truth that shook the chains of my creation to a crumble. What was my reality became the unwanted memory of a

36 Years

36 Years short poem

When the facts and figures did not add up When the bank account was empty, and also the cup When I was tired, weary, and worn, feeling all washed up From Illinois to Wisconsin, from Mississippi to California You have

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

Lear Again…

Lear Again... short poem

It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling

Death

Death prose poem

Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense Love a person when he is living Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling. Death is just another goodbye, A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”

These Tears

These Tears long poem

You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced

Faith Is Path Of Thorns

Faith Is Path Of Thorns short poem

Faith is like passing through the path of thorns But without being his dress torn or being inured This is how a faithful survives and just adorns Against all non believers who are heretic ,absurd Faith is a force which

Love Sonnet 37

Love Sonnet 37 sonnet poems

Should love be out of mind once out of sight? My love has heart that always beats for me, For close to it am I, holding her tight, I figured this from Grey’s Anatomy; I gave her chocolates: fit for

Little Lost Lassie

Little Lost Lassie short poem

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,

Kenya You Not Alone

Kenya You Not Alone short poem

In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream. Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart For a

New Era

New Era short poem

Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a

Endearing Love

Endearing Love short poem

When I gaze at her eyes A softness fills my heart When my lips touch hers A sense of wonderment We have kissed before Through many lifetimes Her hands in mine Exquisite, so femininely divine Her cheeks blushed rosily Her

Roses From Holland

Roses From Holland long poem

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

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

Night Unto Three

Night Unto Three long poem

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

2015

2015 short poem

2014 brought me in a different awesome ride, I discovered things around me and found my unbelievable side. I became fiercer and wiser than ever before, Shown everything up when I opened my old yellow door. Love wasn’t realized at

We And A Fish

We And A Fish prose poem

A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish

Beautifully Breathless!

Beautifully Breathless! short poem

My breath, Mixed with pungent thoughts Dissolves within And grow thoughts under my skin Like a disease, spread with ease! My breath, Crawls in the tunnel of lungs Doing an abandoned dance, in trance In pain she sighs, and yet

The Game

The Game short poem

If the game were to have what we wanted All the time, with each impulse, and when With the waits infinitesimal heartbeats So you get what you want, with no pain Without leaping, or jumping, or running Without straining, or

Ghost Of Light House

Ghost Of Light House short poem

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

The Path Taken

The Path Taken sonnet poems

Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path

Revising

Revising short poem

The fleshless hands lift the obscene violence of man for life after. The vacant eyes will search for the keys to open the sea of blood, faltering on umbrella of imitation rain of democracy. Age reaches the wolf’s den I