Margin Poems

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

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

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Glorified Discreetly

Glorified Discreetly short poem

Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty

Twenty poems of light and longing

Twenty poems of light and longing poetry books

Poems are reveries that call you by name. Like all true loves they arrive in spite of who you are, at your doorstep. Nothing needs to be done except to stay with your longing. They are miracles of compassion; they

Dedicated To Scott Weiland

Dedicated To Scott Weiland short poem

Arrest this lament this false flag of endeavor star eyes at elsewhere parachute of the midnight aplomb splendor soils christened by an exorama defouled by a parasite cancel who are you in the liturgy of night? nameless index of heathen

Golden Leap

Golden Leap short poem

At cremation ground the flames were creating strange words he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears there was no need to question the answers, kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge over the river of annihilation of self,

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

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A Step Into The Real World

A Step Into The Real World short poem

A step into the real world Putting her first foot forward she hesitates, Though exploring the realms of the unknown excite her, Enthuse her to find her own niche; find for her a new domain, Nostalgia holds her back. Faraway

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil short poem

The jogger runs His daily mile His mind far away His face a weary smile The woes of the world Don’t mean a thing to him His world; his life His days are growing thin To be able to complete

Being Apart

Being Apart short poem

You and I can be like the ship and the crew, Don’t laugh, my boy, because what I say is true. You and I can be like the brain and the book, Drive me crazy with your every look. As

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

In Spite Of

In Spite Of short poem

In spite of the world, I must do good No other course fulfils The sense of purpose for a life Correction for our ills Let drinkers drink, drug pushers push Let sex become their god Let me, for my part

My Life

My Life short poem

The light of my life Is not from the sun, But is from the eyes of my children. The happiness of my mind Is not from the worldly attractions But is from the words of my loved ones. For the

Burning In

Burning In short poem

No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass

Death Of A Shadow

Death Of A Shadow short poem

This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.

Seven Days Later

Seven Days Later prose poem

It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.

Silence

Silence short poem

Silence. He could but dread the feel of it The disturbing silence of children back home as adults Even the sub conscious silence of heavy steps in his broken world of isolation The mocking silence of the crumbled currency lying

Seemingly Snowing

Seemingly Snowing short poem

In good old days I built adobe houses for each memory but then came flooding, freezing and again flooding even the scarecrow’s shirt discolored in our orchard with red apples However you still ask me what happened, how do I

When the Times are Tough

When the Times are Tough short poem

When the times are tough And the road is rough And you can’t believe in yourself When the blames are more And the praise is less And you are perplexed and unsure When your confidence starts drowning in the sea

If A Pillow Could Talk

If A Pillow Could Talk ballad

If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am. If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.

A Long And Lasting Love

A Long And Lasting Love short poem

Well you say you love me and will ’til the end of eternity still it’s hard to believe you really love me that much but then again why would you have stayed here after all these years if it wasn’t

Sparkle

Sparkle long poem

Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking

Father Of The Nation

Father Of The Nation short poem

When he led, a nation followed When he raised a hand, a nation submitted When he walked, a nation moved When he spoke, a nation observed When he instructed, a nation obeyed When he protested, a nation agitated When he

The Moon and I Sleep-walking

The Moon and I Sleep walking short poem

The moon sleep-walks Her circuit garden tonight; The sky-folks she sleep-talks To – are star-points of light; She sleepwalks alone; above Considering whom to love; Her ardent light falls far Her gentle gaze falls near; About her sphere a little

Poetry Vs Royalty

Poetry Vs Royalty ballad

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster long poem

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,

Love Sonnet 114

Love Sonnet 114 sonnet poems

I waited in my dream for you to come, The usual place, an hour before daybreak, Hoping to see your face abate the glum, As night discards its shades to grow so weak; The dawn will steal away the shadows,

Broken

Broken short poem

Heart burning bad, her eyes wanna cry Carving for death bt for some she wanna try Again she takes a chance bt no one to rely Everything is fine, to herself she lie. People around name her a heart breaker

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Escape

Escape prose poem

It’s dark and deep Desperation dies in the lap of disappointment The muffled drum still beats I still breathe But that feeling of being alive I guess I dropped it somewhere during the struggle That august night and now it’s

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

The Enviable

The Enviable short poem

A moment of pause was needed in the eerie lull after the gathering of dreams, to enter the corridor of voices. We stopped looking through our tongues, across the bitterness of burning river, after the mud in our eyes. The

When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,

Aloneness Of Fire

Aloneness Of Fire short poem

He was asking for, at least, a passive euthanasia. Rage or hostility was giving pain to phantom limbs. Race puts forth, a trembling version of ethnic choice. A piped dream which never took off. On middle of the road a

I Found Him

I Found Him short poem

Under the moon and the stars, I walked, The journey wasn’t easy, why lie, Chirping birds is all I could hear, The crickets chirping were all that accompanied me. Step by step I got closer, Heartbeats increasing, The cool breeze

Wail of Humanity

Wail of Humanity short poem

Life was never so full Full of enthusiasm And sadness at the same time Enthusiasm for what is un-conquered The virgin territory waiting for me All the heights I have to rise to And saddened I am When I see

Tavern Turn

Tavern Turn short poem

A tavern Simple-complex, happy-low, A water hole full of regulars Heartbroken, shy or smitten Wealthy or wily smugglers. A rustic smoking a cigar, Passing colloquial remarks, A skillful pianist playing, A journey an artist embarks. A wanderer at heart, I

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

Aham Asmi… *

Aham Asmi... * short poem

Night melts into tears, day sums up the pain. A fear stalks the flute, and darkness falls on the drapes. I was lake, and I was sun. I held you on to my breast. give me your fangs, and give