Lucknow Poems

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

Hot Noon In Lucknow

Hot Noon In Lucknow short poem

I used to envisage in my childhood To stay in a place where, There is neither hot nor cold. And, my dream came true When I got a job in Bangalore I stayed there for a half decade I loved

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Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

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Heartily Smile

Heartily Smile prose poem

She smiled every day And I returned her the same on my way! She smiled every day And I walked by just the same way! She smiled at every face That crossed her sight and that I wanted to be

Existential Dilemmma

Existential Dilemmma short poem

Arrive with me in untainted light. Between two threats: life and death. Falling from mantle, there was no surrender. Bone-deep, I will ask you a question. What life has given to you and what death has taken from you? Read

Anticipation

Anticipation short poem

Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile

Rebuilding

Rebuilding ballad

Here I lay Body and broken spirit, sprawled across The hardwood floor, covered in dust And littered with shattered fragments Of the person I thought I was Before I broke apart I will not allow myself to let this mess

Turn About Is Fair Play

Turn About Is Fair Play short poem

I know your pain is real……and now I hope you see Just how you made me feel When you were always hurting me Who cares that you’re crying, who cares that you’re blue I’m Larry Jenkins……I can do that to

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

Reflection

Reflection short poem

You look at your reflection and see it disintegrating with every movement; an illusion by time, it appears, to trap you in life’s abyss. Try as you may to hold every grain; blinded by the fickleness of it all, you

He Has Risen!

He Has Risen! short poem

His hands were punctured His legs were broken His body was mutilated He was buried in full He has risen on the third day, from the dead He rose heavenward from the tomb In the perfect form Indicating He is

Sweet Saccharin Smile

Sweet Saccharin Smile short poem

My sweet saccharin smile feigned just for you, even shines in my eyes as I mentally plot your destruction. Small talk and lies drip from my lips like poisoned honey. No sleepless nights plague me, not even a minuscule pang

Eyes Of Genesis

Eyes Of Genesis short poem

Each caress of sea breeze in my eyes brings gentle rhythm of foam rippling up the beach. Grasshopper-green seaweeds, crystal-white pebbles shine brightly near my toe-nails. They mirror dreamy eyes, welcoming the micro-sparkles in each foamy row of bubbles. But

A Recipe Of Love

A Recipe Of Love ballad

Turn on the flame Start with a smile Wait a while Stir it with fun Crack a joke Tickle a hearty laugh Whisk action One hug Few whispers Some touch Strawberry kisses Sprinkle a dash of perfume Cover on a

Beauty On The Beach

Beauty On The Beach short poem

Venus-like from the ocean she rose Forcing a gasp from all those Who the seashore did frequent And their heart beat soaring sent. Liquid pools of blue were her eyes, A glance brought forth volcanic sighs, From the old and

‘Tis The Season

Tis The Season short poem

Unpleasant things of life, once completely frozen, are now thawing and melting away. Wisdom has taught us that such things, like ice caps, never came to stay. To all things, there is an ultimate purpose. This truth is certain; no

Touch

Touch short poem

Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of

If Together We Were

If Together We Were short poem

If together we were.. We could love, we could fight, We could try to make things right. When I were wrong, you could keep hold I could care for you, as we grow old. Holding our hands we could go

I have a dream!

I have a dream! prose poem

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

Yours

Yours short poem

I want to be strong but I feel weak I want to be loved but I don’t love myself I want to be respected but I take advantage I want to be a leader but I continue to follow I

Seine Of Benevolence

Seine Of Benevolence short poem

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like

Mortal Damages

Mortal Damages short poem

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

A Very Hurt Poem

A Very Hurt Poem short poem

Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor’s hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the

Do As You Wish

Do As You Wish short poem

People are more precious than things you own. Should not be picked up ‘n put down like a telephone. They can be emotionally fragile, so handle with care, don’t cast them off, ignore As a lost cause or beyond repair.

Serene Attire

Serene Attire prose poem

Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of

Embarrassment, Miracle And Conscience

Embarrassment, Miracle And Conscience short poem

‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled

The River

The River short poem

A river runs through us the river of life With its twists and its turns, and its banks out of sight (early morning misty light scatters these dregs of the day – O! the unbidden tears) The flotsam and jetsam

Your absence

Your absence short poem

The soul of the song missing from my lips Reverberates in the shower and dies. Outside, the koyal coos. Like a spurned lover. Tireless. Insistent. Indignant. Echoing footsteps drown the inner monologue And heartbeats keep time with a lone drop of water

A Companion … Incognito!

A Companion ... Incognito! short poem

Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.

Walking

Walking long poem

I hear the version All existence I face I learn to adopt to try asses I connect to contact a word for you Still I want to love—-too… WALKING(2) Flying a smile Flying a love Love walks on way Cave-paints

Umbrella

Umbrella short poem

Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

The Little Things In Life

The Little Things In Life long poem

Why fight to always be number one in everything When life teaches us it is the smaller things of everyday that the most we are always missing Yet so many will fight to the death to conquer the most expensive

Rain And She

Rain And She short poem

Little drops of rain fall from the space, like droplets of sweat dripping from her face . Cool breeze propels, saturated with moisture, compel to cherish her moist body, and nurture . Rain drops pelt the window and makes her

O Love

O Love short poem

You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit

When The World Is Burning

When The World Is Burning short poem

When the sun burns And the world screams Do you wish for rain? I like it when it screams The world, what does it scream? Can’t you hear the reason for being here? Don’t let it fall Forget the rain

Forgetting

Forgetting long poem

  (love is so short, forgetting is so long. –    pablo neruda) Thought I had sent you on the back of a river, away, away, to distant valleys. Thought I had sent you on the back of a cloud, away,

I Love An Alien

I Love An Alien long poem

Well and in the season of the Crow’s Moon In the year of the rat and Lyra twice as bright I was in for the surprise of my life…somehow I managed to transmit my soul’s desire and Passion up into

Crawling

Crawling long poem

I felt like getting older with you And that’s exactly what I wanted to do. We came and threw it all away; Another life, another day. Come around and ask for more; Spend a lifetime on the floor. She lives

Life An Adjustment

Life An Adjustment long poem

It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why

Mom

Mom short poem

Where did you go? We just spoke not too long ago. Goodbye forever doesnt explain enough That this scar in my heart is deep and rough. Do you know how much you will be missed? From my graduation to my