Medusa Poems

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

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

Medusa

Medusa prose poem

Some said she was very proud of her beauty but some say serving Goddess Athena was her duty some said she compared herself with goddesses some said she was a simple priestess according to some she was desired by Zeus

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Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the

Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

The Monster In The Mirror

The Monster In The Mirror short poem

How can this happen, this horrible thing Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered, My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness. Surely a person could not do this, Could not be this cruel. A fire rose swiftly in my heart. My hand clinched

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Jesus Loves Sinners

Jesus Loves Sinners short poem

Jesus watches over us Jesus is watching to protect The lost and the wandering sinner Those who cry out to our Savior Believing Jesus is with us forever Jesus, friend of the weary and Those wandering, lost in this world

Our Life

Our Life short poem

These long forgotten heroes forfeit homes Recall their glory while salvation roams They fight in vain get nothing in return Our life is smoking, their’s just slowly burn Remember watching freedom’s wondrous stand But never spare a dime for empty

Power Of Words

Power Of Words short poem

Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds

Walking By Windows

Walking By Windows long poem

The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting

Bliss

Bliss short poem

Every time the phone lights up, I smile, I quickly pick up the phone and scroll, With a deep smile feeling it’s right, Am quick to text back but I pause, Wearing the smile that tells my tale, I gazed

Passers-by

Passers by short poem

They are passing me by in the sky smiling silently as I sit near the sill and squint. Free, they follow the breeze while I try to tackle these tiresome lines. do they know I watch them gather and grow

Just Let Me

Just Let Me short poem

Let me write With the abandon Of a child at play Let me write With the recklessness Of a stormy day Let me write With the passion Of a lover’s embrace Just let me express What my soul says Let

The Second Step

The Second Step short poem

Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.

A Glimpse Of Infinity

A Glimpse Of Infinity prose poem

My life was a bit of a calamity, I was on a loosing spree, nothing I could foresee, thinking, is this it for me? Then flash a glimpse of Infinity. Still, I wad walking a tightrope, head hanging down, I

Less Asylum

Less Asylum short poem

This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively

I Guess

I Guess short poem

I Guess… I guess I am getting old, I guess that is how the life unfolds. The thoughts I get aren’t that sweet, I try to learn from all the tweets. They say I am immature, Now, I don’t care,

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Baby God

Baby God short poem

Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

Crib Of Sun

Crib Of Sun short poem

He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

You

You short poem

I will think of you At nights when my heart carries the heavy weight of death For breathing has no place without a face And I will think of you When courage refuses to let disappointments win And rivers were

The Lost Generation

The Lost Generation short poem

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam transcript of a gender plays with the gun. Manhood was at stake I will meet you in a cauldron. I was arrested in the house, was moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words

A Tumultuous Welcome

A Tumultuous Welcome short poem

Tell me about the bluetoothed man, of his stark naked truth, in toe for a brief pause. The toll was mounting. The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of meanest level to

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

Life Is A Dream

Life Is A Dream short poem

Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

A Star Plunges

A Star Plunges short poem

A pristine smoke was pointing the where of pawns abetting the glacial runaway. Emblemic, he was the last man on the stairs ready to jump in the lake – when night arrives. Now this was the tipping point to stand

Knives Were Out

Knives Were Out short poem

Do not stare at full moon. The distance between love and hate has narrowed. Not for the shrunk radiation, sun wants to hide behind the gift of sunflowers. The golden ring on the black finger, I love the death’s cry,

Journey To The Past

Journey To The Past short poem

What if I could retrace my steps Back to my painful, dreadful past? I have made it a curse and hell Due to my own sheer folly and Unavoidable vice that placed My life at the footsteps of doom. I

Young Love

Young Love short poem

Wondering why is my heart in it – All the tears Heartaches and pain you put me through . Wondering when you’re gonna come through . Thinking of all the moments we had Wishing we never had . Now I’m

Beyond Their Virtue

Beyond Their Virtue short poem

It was the day , when I saw the marginalized attired brains and the barbarity of the Indian society . I was sitting on a seat , when he climbed up the bus , a young man , around his

Beauty Is

Beauty Is short poem

Beauty is all around It knows no limits or bounds It is not hidden just waiting to be found Beauty is all around It shows itself by the sun in the sky It shows itself in the colour of your

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel prose poem

Hi Daniel, There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would

To Gift

To Gift short poem

When I see you, I feel nobody around me, I get mesmerized in you, Because you’re so beautiful, You are the princess of my life, I’m the one who loves you the most, I promise that I will be always

The Tongue

The Tongue short poem

More powerful than a sword it feels, One way flow, the only flow Can be controlled, can’t be too. Tactfully used, it can take you far Rashly used, it will take you down. Though easy maintenance, use it sparse. Far

To Be Loved

To Be Loved short poem

I want to be the exception to your tenacious nature. I want to be the reason you desire a refined version of yourself. I want to be the one who demolishes the barriers you have constructed around your being. I

Each Thorn Was Crying

Each Thorn Was Crying short poem

Sometimes I will interplay the secrets: faded rose in a book, a distant star spelling out your name. When I go, will you come to my home? Hold my eyes wide open and become my iris? I wanted to see

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis short poem

jumped into my bed for a beauty sleep waiting for a sweet breeze to sing lullaby in the silence of conjugation of night and dream rapid eye triggering the dark aura around something tucked under the linens of bedsheet crawling