Milliner Poems

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

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

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The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals long poem

Thankfully I was never bullied at school but for this poem I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who was. Bullying hurts and leaves a permanent scar! Laughed at, taunted, left all alone, You tell me to

Animal

Animal prose poem

We are animals. Civilization, thousands of years in the making. The animal, millions of years in the making. Animal instincts etched into each cell of our being. Survival, procreation, deeply embedded into our souls. We think ourselves apart from, superior,

Missed Opportunities

Missed Opportunities short poem

Sometimes in your life, Time will go astray, You can’t save those moments, For another day. Missed opportunities, Times you should have had, But we got the good times, Mixed up with the bad. Sometimes we take the wrong path,

I Still Survive

I Still Survive prose poem

Lush green tall, gorgeous stunning, Look, I have; Dressed in skinny sexy bark; Exquisite Leaves, embellish my grace; Blossoms strew, Ecstatic odour; Carry fruit for you; You rape chop my body, I still survive; But I weep, My heart bleeds

Moon Awake

Moon Awake short poem

awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .

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,

Love Sonnet 34

Love Sonnet 34 sonnet poems

Dear moon, please bring these thoughts to where she is, She yearns moonbeams when coming from your face, Please bounce to her when I would blow a kiss Across the sea, there to her flowered place; Do you tire of

Lightning Strike

Lightning Strike short poem

The lightning struck as hard as it could, almost as it would want to kill me. It was a lion, trying to get its prey. Lightning. It was raging, hard. It was running behind me, And I was running ahead

Through The Window Pane I See

Through The Window Pane I See short poem

Through the window pane I see, A drenched delphinium, A mortal enjoying intoxicating debauchery, An ensign in tatters, A hot blood growing cold in the storming jitters, And me, in the rear view-still “sedentary”. Hushed!!! For the carousel taking away

Vitamin “L”

Vitamin L short poem

It all begins with God and nature when we are born , and bring to every face a smile…, As we grow and enjoy the world , sing and dance – classical or freestyle…. We forget and consume every grain

Memory Lane

Memory Lane prose poem

I remember the days past, the years past they all passed so fast as I take a walk on memory lane my mind remembers the rains, the pains and the gains and it places a strain on my brain because

The Door In The Floor

The Door In The Floor long poem

Sometimes, I look for a door in the floor of my bedroom— even though there’s no such door—just because it’ll be such an awesome thing to have. Wouldn’t you want one? I’ll become the envy of all my (imaginary) friends.

Je Suis Charlie

Je Suis Charlie short poem

You don’t know what I’m thinking, can’t see the cinematheque inside my head where horrible and beautiful images collide, a claquement that generates everything I say, everything I write just because I can’t draw an image, because my line is

Ageism

Ageism short poem

A pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble God oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when I look back I

Lost Passion

Lost Passion short poem

Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

It’s Possible

Its Possible short poem

It’s possible in Interstellar Our Journey It’s possible in Trillion Galaxies Our Love It’s possible in Stars Our Destiny It’s possible in a World of Fairy Tales Our Paradise It’s possible in Twilight Our Intimacy It’s possible in Infinity Our

Numb

Numb short poem

People are hurting me. I just sit there and don’t feel a thing. They have all murdered me to not care about anything There are weights on my shoulders. Invisible and harmless, they are. It’s like I’ve grown older. I’m

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope is a drop of water Trembling at the tip of a dry leaf. A grain of sugar undissolved On the rim of an empty cup. It is a paper windmill On a still day A grain of sand On

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Revelations

Revelations short poem

Widening cracks, leaking roofs choked drains in the courtyard water logging and myriad such small things make rains a pain There’s no romance in rainbow I can’t shape colors of morning morning shapes my color: I’m the victim of my

Making Soda

Making Soda short poem

She made her soda by the handful, three handfuls of flour, a pinch of salt, a pinch of soda, a half pint of buttermilk, from an urn, not a carton. She made her soda by the handful, one hand that

People or Teeth

People or Teeth short poem

The day I lost my very first tooth, I was half way through grade four, I’d run my tongue along the gap, Where my tooth had been before. I remember I went home crying, And showed it to my mum,

Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Into The Rain

Into The Rain short poem

Everytime I see the rain, I remember our joys, laughters, and tears, Our sadness, sorrows and pain. Our joy of laughing outside, While our sorrows crying inside. At the pouring rain, we laugh and cry, We run and run under

Fruits of your absence

Fruits of your absence prose poem

Orchard eyes. like a poster on a wall they followed me and now even your empty frame still haunts me. I spent the last seven days trying to convince myself that the couch is not a sinking ship and you

Silently Sobbing

Silently Sobbing short poem

Sobbing silently You had slipped away I needed you now Sadness grew My heart is empty With a perfect smile A mask to the world I close the door Hoping it won’t leave a trace The ghost of the past

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

Shooeso

Shooeso short poem

Falling out of a hole, burning liquid pours onto me it’s almost like my home, what a common place. I can’t leave. I just save face. a race against my watch are my acting days as Sisyphus. No one can

I Love Solitude

I Love  Solitude short poem

I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I

A Laughing Mirror

A Laughing Mirror short poem

I have a laughing mirror, When a wave of pride, Far from the humble banks, Attacks my body, Attacks my soul, Disturbs my balance, I see my face, In the laughing mirror. I have a laughing mirror, When ugliness of

A Grand Welcome

A Grand Welcome short poem

April ushers the summer here A period we all fear. Sweltering heat takes its toll, Dissuading any, from a stroll. The streaming rays in the morn, Heralds a warm dawn, Another steaming day, I reckon, As the days beckon. But

Unexpected Fear

Unexpected Fear ballad

She stands and waits in her wedding gown Like white clouds Floating on her, she walks around she looks out of her window pane Wishing he will come to see her again The broken promise they can mend The fear

That Monster I Call Denis

That Monster I Call Denis short poem

I down my sorrow with pain that keeps bugging me again and again. just doesn’t ever leave me wants to hold onto my soul forever. Every time I think I win I start over again you see its clever. It

She

She short poem

She waited it out as time passed by, looking at the world from the corner of her eye. They came and went like a passing tide, as she stood there silently by the side. Another rippled by her feet as

Love Sonnet 120

Love Sonnet 120 sonnet poems

I must be dreaming when you called my name, In sweet refrain to which nothing compares, It sounded like a call from Hall of Fame, Nay, none that I know of, in boastful airs; What joy, the lilting of one’s

No Penny For Dreams

No Penny For Dreams short poem

Hope and dreams Fill Schemes. Slippery as soap Both dreams and hope. My dreams have seen The things that might have been. The sweat it seems Is a part of my dreams. I sit by the streams With moonlight dreams.

The Little Muffin King

The Little Muffin King short poem

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

The Flat Tyre

The Flat Tyre prose poem

It was the close of her day’s work; She signed out, got in her car and drove off; On her way from work, driving home; She noticed the car’s left-rear tyre had gone flat; She pulled over to review further;