Lyrical Poems

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

Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister)

Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister) long poem

Born second amidst six siblings She was the quietest of all Her short stature was in no way deterrent to her extra ordinary skills She was the nightingale par excellence who could put the naughty kid to sleep, disturbed mind

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Inamorata:beat Of The Heart

Inamorata:beat Of The Heart ode

Lost under the spell you cast on me, Torment me with what was never meant to be, Don’t you see what I see It’s just that you love me. You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure To a disease named love you’re

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Winners of Happiness Happens Contest 2015

Winners of Happiness Happens Contest 2015 news and updates

It’s a happy day! After hundreds of submissions, days of reviews and a month full of happy poems, we finally bring to you the 5 lucky winners of Happiness Happens contest who have won prizes amounting to 100$ (each winning

The First Encounter

The First Encounter short poem

On a chill dewy morning When thin fragments of mist Kidnapped the sun….and Its rays struggled to peep into this world …they saw… Our eyes playing hide and seek… By the river side … You peeped into my heart… And

Butcher Not Mother Nature

Butcher Not Mother Nature short poem

(A small lyrical tribute on Environment) We seldom forget to go about our routine But sure we forget to protect nature’s goldmine We keep priorities changing, as a matter of fact, keep re-arranging. Mountain highs to ocean lows Mother Nature

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

Elixir Of Mirth

Elixir Of Mirth long poem

In the meadows of my thoughts, Blossom my feelings lots in lots. Into bihued flora sprout my desires, Splatters vapours in the ether when respires. Endless strolls albeit through this land have, I But this time try to keep an

Testimony

Testimony long poem

I write from the soul Yeah I am the corner stone They disowned A lion with an elephant’s heart, so misunderstood Whatever pain life brought I withstood So I am dressed up looking real photogenic It’s not schizophrenic I am authentic

Cathartic Eclipse

Cathartic Eclipse short poem

I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my

I Feel You!..

I Feel You!.. long poem

I Feel You!… I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter

Transcendental Deliberation

Transcendental Deliberation short poem

I left you there!… Between semicolons and dashes, lost inside the days of future past, stuck in your grammatical mentality and lyrical augmentations… Even when you raised your punctuation you could not decipher my heart’s alphabet… Your comma kept jumping

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution poetry books

Chew Lawrence would disclaim that his first collection is a body of metaphysical poetry, yet his poems are metaphysical in that they pose questions about the fundamental nature of reality and posits the poet’s tentative answers concerning it. Unlike the

Not Poetical

Not Poetical short poem

Being not poetical, how pitiful it is, Sometimes I sit somewhere and watch the Slew of mass flowing over dusty street And a strange thought dawns in my mind How poetical these rushing souls actually are? Perhaps I know these

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Solitude

Solitude short poem

Somehow I make The same mistake So quick to bend But not to break I know the price And what’s at stake You’re fast asleep I’m wide awake I can’t say why Or how I knew The game we played

A Poet’s Love Letter

A Poets Love Letter short poem

Let me hold you in my arms and kiss you, let me recite the verses of my poor heart which pants day and night for your presence. Your love captures the essence of my soul, your consent to my loving

When I Count My Blessings I Count You Twice

When I Count My Blessings I Count You Twice short poem

When I Count My Blessings I count you twice ‘cuz it’s a miracle come true that you’re even a part of my life I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God every day and every night

Had Been

Had Been short poem

The most wanted moon was writhing in black sky, after a star fell for a pebble. The nymph had become a golden nugget in east. Sun was rising. Guilt of burning the sea was writ large on the face of

My Strength, my Powers

My Strength, my Powers short poem

My strength,my powers I can now do anything, whatever I wish I can even strive conflicting waves of life I will use my power to averse bad things My strength,my powers. I will use my powers to help others I

Under The Blanket

Under The Blanket long poem

O ! Colors, the pretty muses … Come and join me – The Color of nothingness, – An empty canvas, Fit for painting To the will of thy art ! O ! Rays, the gliding fairies Advance and adorn me

A Thread’s Tale

A Threads Tale prose poem

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

Who’s The Best

Whos The Best prose poem

Again I’ve been listening to people boast, you can’t miss it cause it’s on T.V. radio and now coast to coast. More and more people with their chests stuck out, bragging I am the best all for me and to

Don’t

Dont short poem

Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people

Times Too Little

Times Too Little ballad

As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

The Grapes Of Wrath

The Grapes Of Wrath short poem

Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver major organs ready to burst open cuz day

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly

Striving For Relief

Striving For Relief prose poem

We sat there in silence listening to the sound of each others broken heart beat. We did not look each other in the eye at least once. We did not touch. We simply just tasted our tears. We released our

Dear Friends

Dear Friends short poem

At the lowest ebb In the flowing stream Comes a stab of pain To make him scream Pills and potions Just dont seem to work And he’s pushed to the point Of going berserk Yet surrounded by love And dear

I Wonder

I Wonder short poem

Alone in a forest in the night Whom would you, my friend, remember? When fear of the death traces your mind Whom would you, my friend, surrender? Whom do you think you owe this life? And whom would you say

Best Ever Made

Best Ever Made short poem

Looking up, looking down. I can feel my heart beat fast. I can sense the betrayal by my conscious, my feelings surrendering to him. there is no escape point here, but only the extraction point. I tried to hide behind

An Old Rose

An Old Rose long poem

When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes

Four Lettered Words

Four Lettered Words short poem

LIFE!! Is four letter words The most precious of all gifts……Priceless! All the earth riches could not afford Fragile, our very existence is gambled. LOVE!! is a four lettered word The greatest feeling of all…..Magic! To the lucky ones who

Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest long poem

out near the dew on the ground frozen cud deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain

Love Sonnet 199

Love Sonnet 199 short poem

Love dances in the glitter of her smile, Reflections of the promise in her eyes, Unfolding slowly, wishful to beguile, To give away what silence oft denies; Yet, words despoil the essence of the act; Is not a sigh enough

Devoid Of Feverfew

Devoid Of Feverfew short poem

Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,

December 17th

December 17th short poem

a white sheet covered the semi-permafrost, steam formed a carpet over the delicate car windows, the blue curtain in the sky, splattered with white bleach stains, the best kind, the wanted kind, as your name was dragged from the heavens

Parting Away

Parting Away short poem

I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?

The Evolving

The Evolving short poem

Having weaved the journey of life with my dreams I loitered all the way baffled and unsettled The depth of happiness and agony I could not measure Bearing with the sweetest and the bitterest outcomes With tears and smiles both