Mira Poems

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

Mother Of Mothers Mends

Mother Of Mothers Mends short poem

Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded

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After Sunshine

After Sunshine short poem

Be my soul in outrageous sunshine of knowledge. I need a shade of tears. The barrels were still smoking after the war. I will not wake up in morning. Lightless the day will mourn for the fallen moon on the

To Tame Me

To Tame Me short poem

They sent me to straighten my morals, I was a difficult little girl, And my parents were tired of me. “A devil’s child she is! A liar! A thief! Disgusting!” So, after many scoldings and bashful nights. They sent me

Hell Within

Hell Within short poem

It’s almost like one side of my brain is fine, but the other drifts off And i have to catch it before it gets to loose Thst it starts reaching out to hell. There’s a constant battle going on inside

One Runaway Religion

One Runaway Religion short poem

Ignite the barren clay, I need some rare elements to tie a thread to the moon. Upstaging the sun. Not aspirational he was stripped to become radical like the dark blood of a white soul. Pentadactylous was losing the big

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket short poem

Hidden, there, behind a barrel two eyes peep out ever so often— glimmer of their pipe dreams, evanescent, in a hopeless world. In those seconds, micro-seconds in a landscape cleft where other sets of dulled eyes search forlorn vistas in

When I was young

When I was young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

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Destination Addicts

Destination Addicts short poem

The road to destination is wide & vague, Some get ahead, others lag behind, Other’s mission is to fail those ahead, Some find excuses to stay behind, Others are spectators, just watching the race, Others are oblivious to their status

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

Our Best Friend

Our Best Friend prose poem

The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something

The Champ

The Champ short poem

One of the greatest boxers on earth he was also the wisest Quick to move and landing lethal blows was what he did best Swing like a butterfly and sting like a bee was what he did so fast He

The Rhyme Of Life

The Rhyme Of Life short poem

Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And

Florence, a walk with a view

Florence, a walk with a view short poem

« Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden » [H. Czechowski] At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed In thoughts – you descended from the Observatory to Galileo avenue, and from there to

Contemporary

Contemporary short poem

In tottering penetration of blue summer you become silent game. I accept my defeat from stones falling on intellect. Carbon fear of rosewood was rising to reintegrate illicit love of twilight. Testing the waters, before a swim in prophecies I

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God

Inferno

Inferno short poem

Speaking of our troubled times, Incensed, enraged, the crowd seeks revenge. Reason drowned, Untruths pitted against individual. My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity, point-blank you ask the question. Give me a chance to recover I am deeply perturbed today. Mist

Am I…

Am I... short poem

Am I tired of this life, Or of words that are as lethal as knife. Am I tired of being used, Or upset with emphatic abuse. Am I tired of being strong, Or disgusted with the blames of wrong. Am

The Phenomenal Woman

The Phenomenal Woman short poem

You think you can define me, That I’m just a tick in one box, Like my being is a door, That a single key unlocks. But let me tell you something, I have the universe inside, I hold the untamed

Wind

Wind short poem

“I am The Wind!” My whispering Breeze echoes, ” I am here” Whooshing, whistling, lustily gusting Mysteriously surrounding the atmosphere I am a definite presence felt, but not seen Whipping and making restless nature’s green Often my capricious air soothes,

Nag, Nag, Nag

Nag, Nag, Nag short poem

Nag, Nag, Nag That’s all I ever hear. When I wake in the morning Till I go to bed at night. When she wakes in the morn, I think she has a list, If I’m not doing that, I should

You

You long poem

“Hey you” What are you? I have really forgotten myself, you stepped into my life, I have felt life around me,your single look Had snatched away my existence I feel your existence deep in my heart. You have touched My

Death And Apollo

Death And Apollo short poem

Honeymoon with history was over. A two headed snake was sitting on a coin of leather in grass. Blue tongued jewel was going to serve the enormity of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil of

Cupid’s Loss

Cupids Loss short poem

Cupid wrote a poem  Hefty in the shape of hearts The mischievous wind grew jealous Plotting to scatter his heartfelt leaflets            Not remembering their order  He sorted them best he could The wind laughed at his misfortune Proud of its

Dreams

Dreams long poem

Dreams: dreams Very dangerous dreams die, The absence of a target, the obsession to be buried in a pile of sand, Wake up in the morning to carry around all day life, Curse lives on in the night and go

Off The Cliff

Off The Cliff long poem

A narrow path with cliffs on the sides, I am walking along it since a time — Unaccountable… the path veil’d by Mist ahead! I see no end, neither can I relive that time when I started… Dark cloaked strangers

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .

Who Do I Love The Most?

Who Do I Love The Most? prose poem

Who do I love the most? the imaginary picture of Jack Frost the king of pop or the one girl who let me chat with her lap top the millionaire of the town the lady who coloured my hair coffee

Forever mine

Forever mine short poem

It was first an argument, then it became a fight, it was almost over, when I called him last night Fear was running after, silent I was for a while, knowing that he was right, I said sorry with a

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Dissection

Dissection short poem

It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.

A Wall Of Dragon’s Teeth

A Wall Of Dragons Teeth short poem

From the edge of a green valley I stood Looking into the abyss of a fate So dark I could not see what issue would Prevail in my life, not anticipate The consequence that would follow the choice I felt

Raindrops

Raindrops short poem

I sat by the window, With a cup of tea warming my palms, And watched the plummeting raindrops, Gleefully break into a sprightly dance. One by one the drops, Glided down the window pane, And with great rhythm and motion,

A Reason For My Pride

A Reason For My Pride short poem

Have I anything To be proud about? As an answer to my question I don’t know where to start. It seems to me as if, All the little things I’ve done. Have paid off in the end, And the festivities,

Wedding Reception

Wedding Reception short poem

We’ll settle by the bar and watch the women dance, then split a likely pair when we think we stand a chance. I’ve one eye on the bridesmaid with the skirt that’s riding high, showing off the daisy, tattooed upon

Reminder

Reminder short poem

Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

Competition

Competition prose poem

Everywhere you look in the world people are competing for something But there must also be some room for people everywhere to be uniting At times competition brings us together Yet there are times when it makes us fight against

January Blues

January Blues short poem

Christmas is over and done. The past belongs to the dead. A bright new age has begun. Fresh plans evolve in my head. Do what the hell I may choose – Then… damn! January blues. The wind blows chill off

Words

Words short poem

And my words won’t move you, Neither do I pretend to, To move some pound of flesh, Nor I care too. And these words would fight, Entangling within themselves, They would corrupt souls, And dwell upon a spell. They would