Mold Poems

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

My Life

My Life prose poem

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

Poems containing references to : Mold

Confessions Of A Closet Poet

Confessions Of A Closet Poet short poem

I didn’t much want to admit it, I was fine gathering dust on the shelf, But the day that I posted My first poem online, I messed up and I “outed” myself. I’m not what you’d call a great thinker,

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to

20 Years Old

20 Years Old short poem

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

ख़ुदगर्ज़..!!

ख़ुदगर्ज़..!! vyang

हम कितने बेदर्द हुए जा रहे हैं हम कितने बेरहम हुए जा रहे हैं, टी.वी.पर इज्ज़त लुटने की ख़बर देख थूकते हैं गाली देते हैं उन दरिंदों को, क़त्लेआम की ख़बर सुन कर मातम मनाते हैं कुछ सेकेण्ड ग़मज़दा होते

Destiny

Destiny short poem

Nomadic moon was roaming in the maddened fear of night. A wordless journey in silent dark. Betonica for a painless being, sustains the blues of separation. An inverted green puts the roots upward to send a message. Fear breaks the

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Riku

Riku short poem

All I fear means nothing If I just focus on what defeats the fear itself My fear is the what if Or the I don’t My fear is the things People Places And reality that is out of my reach

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

She Wears…

She Wears... short poem

She wears a scarf made out of lace To cover the abuse left on the side of her face He never holds her But always wants to mold her Each day , each night His devilish side would come outside

Your Friendship

Your Friendship short poem

True friends stand by your side and don’t ever leave you, They will fill your life with love make sure you’re never left blue. Friends mold your life and make it so much better than it already is, They flood

Jose & Tess

Jose & Tess ode

Look at them; I struggle to believe time, Seems like yesterday, all were so young, Together in the fields of Kalia, domesticating was fun, Games that touched our young souls, brightening childhood, Like the birds in the onset of rains,

O Love

O Love short poem

O love, reveal your true state, Thou who reigns on human souls, Lording all passions of sublime mold, Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate. Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless To overcome the breathing necessities, manoeuvring souls twin in flesh

Then It Is Love

Then It Is Love short poem

When the sky seems so near, the clouds seems to sing the song of your heart, The stars dancing in cycles, cycling all round you, When the wind seems to be playing your favorite guitar tune and its Waves smoothly

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft short poem

oblong face like an opal grape crag of nose guarding coinpurse mouth how strange after a brief oblivion – eighty years in the grave leapt an exhalation of moribund mold – body produced as a conjurer’s trick shaken out of

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

What The Cops Don’t Know

What The Cops Dont Know prose poem

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Emotional Tat

Emotional Tat prose poem

I have kept in my heart I have revealed within my conscience The things I wish I had known Before I came to know you. They told me everything I needed to know To keep me falling in love with

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Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

There was a girl whose heart felt so cold; Her true story has never been told. With her head full of dreams, she walked the streets; She dreamed of having the world at her feet. She was trying to live

A Letter For All Of You

A Letter For All Of You long poem

I heard so many complaints That is from all of you “you don’t call me you don’t have time to receive my call how do you recall me you have forget me to go other states thank you so much

Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

Twilight Of Love

Twilight Of Love short poem

Clean heart and clean eyes Are required for all love ties Grace and style come to show Innocent gestures of eyebrow When I saw I was beguiled Body fragrance made me wild For a while I was lost to cast

Needles And Pins

Needles And Pins short poem

Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind

Missing Friends

Missing Friends ballad

I can’t remember feeling so incomplete… Time and distance are a void… Where there was you. Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself Groping in twilight revelation. We’re sojourners on a trek Spirits compelled to give and share. Trading smiles we’ll

Evolution

Evolution long poem

When I was just a little girl Everybody told me I needed Jesus to save me But Jesus locked me in a cage Alone with all my hurt and rage And told me that he loved me Now my world’s

Sold Out

Sold Out short poem

Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a

Destiny beckons you

Destiny beckons you short poem

Destiny beckons you… Does it? Does it really exist? I mean the destiny. And If it does then why does it beckon Why doesn’t it just happen??? Isn’t it supposed to be that way??? No you fool you have to

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

Like a testudine wanderer or a gastropod tramp, the weight on my shoulders shrinks my home. Holes and scars of a limited life; duct tape and pants on display. For in such a tiny home, lives such a tiny voice

The Pursuit Of Chastity

The Pursuit Of Chastity prose poem

Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit? For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt, Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?

Exploration

Exploration short poem

I came from a house adorned By a river as its border The banks of which even now Rustle with love. The branches of trees, shedding Feathers of night birds reflecting Fairy tales on my inner self. While bathing in

The Unborn

The Unborn short poem

He was left inside me, still living but not born. One dark night when bodies heated up, love flourished in the form of lust he was dropped inside carelessly, by that indecent lover. He survived but was not meant to

From My Heart To Yours

From My Heart To Yours long poem

Although we are an Ocean apart you are deep in my heart I think about you every day and dream about you every night in this mansion that overlooks the Lakelands that can sometimes be a lonely place but knowing

Lost Battle

Lost Battle short poem

Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never

Temple Of The Heart

Temple Of The Heart prose poem

Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere

Crawling

Crawling long poem

I felt like getting older with you And that’s exactly what I wanted to do. We came and threw it all away; Another life, another day. Come around and ask for more; Spend a lifetime on the floor. She lives

Your Love Is Like A Merry-go-round

Your Love Is Like A Merry go round long poem

Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass

Finding her

Finding her short poem

I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I

Erfolgreich

Erfolgreich short poem

The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.

For Nanya – my soulmate

For Nanya   my soulmate short poem

When you entered, dear one this world unknown, did I tell you then that it would be fun, that the walk would be easy or success breezy. Dear child, did I hold out to you promises untrue or were there