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Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of
Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have
The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took
The fish in the river died And the river became foul smelling. There was blood all over In containers both of wood and of stone. In houses both of Pharaoh and the peasants In nations, both of the government and
Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers
If you are reading this letter, Then your fear has now turned into anger. Our appointment on 26th March… For my absence did not emerge. I wish I could imagine how you felt. Lover’s tears when his beloved has sailed?
Dry leaves ruffle together like voices over a gentle waterfall. In this coolness of night are echoes that drift ever so quiet on a breeze, into sleep and the solitude of dreaming. A single thought, a breath, a tear… Sounds
Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of
As I’m slowly drifting away. Do you even care that our memories are fading away? Feeling like this it’s like a new invention. Was breaking my heart your true intention? Now when I mention your name I drown in a
Something is hurting inside me Ripping my soul in two Its never right. Never wrong Its the way of things. Why? Why does this have to happen? I feel something. Breaking apart. Falling apart. It’s hurtful. Its not going away.
Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and
Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed
I woke up knowing it was time. Only last week I was told about what was growing inside of me. They said it didn’t belong there. We are ready they said. Staring into its soon to hit nonexistence, the bitterness
Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:
She stood in the fading sunlight The leaves murmured ,the birds hopped, The marshy land washed her smell The passing wind blew away her tail. She stood in the fading sunlight Awaken by her thoughts ,now and then, She stole
Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore; but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore; the young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach
Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To
My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be
The piercing blue water cascades off the gleaming smooth rocks, descending into a pool of mystics. The dark amber trees soar high into the heavens, the ample leaves whisper sweet nothings in the air. The radiant flowers blanket the earth,
Beyond all the beauty of our planet’s glow, Exists this shameless ploy of a human show. Is it too hard for us to see? Or have we forgotten how to intellectually grow? Some pray to their gods in a vicious
Remember those days, time spent together with friends, felt like forever, when looking for the four leafed clover, we would hover all over. Hiding in the bushes and up above the trees, seeking the insects of different species, hide and
People everywhere are all the same Given names and titles playing a game The game you might call seek and hide A full circle of love never divide This is the law of creation In every country for every nation
As things material have to start somewhere, Like Big Bang or debris in empty space, Might we then ask if space began from where, The same with thoughts, and all, in every case? A god primordial would appall more minds,
Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees
even vultures will not devour the proffered war time victims, ruined was the impression of untitled sacrifice, a wild anemone slips into the river of blood, I tend to forget the faces of embers – arson by apostles of peace,
Rain, rain, rain! Please don’t come again and again. I know you are beautiful And for all the creatures you are wonderful. You are important for farmers’ needs’ You are favorable to grow their seeds. with your each and every
‘Do have some lemonade, ‘ (aqua tofana*) she’d said, the sweetest of smiles on her face. ‘It’s so hot out there’ – waved her fan in the air – adjusted mantilla of lace. He twirled his moustache (the Chief of
Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing
Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions.
Old and lonely at life’s end Taking life as it comes many sunrise dry the dew that soaked the clothes many sunset I have seen Barren lands are now towns right before my eyes roads have sprung where vegetation thrive