Monk Poems

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

Memories Of A Monk

Memories Of A Monk short poem

I do not know What the relationship between Me and him was. All that I know is that I loved him He is no more now But he is still living in my mind More vibrantly than When he was

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Life at Twilight

Life at Twilight short poem

In the twilight of life There he was rambling Amid the memories he bore Of his life Memories sweet and sour Flow by his mind, Leaving traces of Wrinkled smile There he walks in tranquility Like an old man Rich

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Feel like breaking free from all Good and bad that I recall Free from the shackles of loving souls And from the shackles of fear and doubt Wonder if all feel this way To experience hews on life’s highway. Monsoons

My Solitary Reaper

My Solitary Reaper short poem

I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.

Horse and Cart

Horse and Cart short poem

Did wise men from the Buddhist east Worship the child Jesus as messiah? If so, may not fungible god or fungi yeast Raise dough over the same fire? Was it reincarnated lama or messiah The Magi come thus far to

Has Anyone Ever?

Has Anyone Ever? long poem

Has anyone ever told us that a little madness is key, For us the new colors to see, Has anyone ever told us any good for dissolution of conformity, For us to feel the glee, Has anyone ever taught us

A Hermit

A Hermit short poem

Over the lake moon was hounded out from the dark clouds into the defying blues. The thick orbit hauled up the debris of falling stars. I was watching the crowd of centuries piling up in history. Global heat was settling

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

Soufriere Hills, Montserrat

Soufriere Hills, Montserrat short poem

The clouds shuddered as if stuck you knew what would reach you would not be a gentle breeze as stupid and slow as you’d ever be looking for a barrier a shield managing to take one step back before ragdoll

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

Immaculacy

Immaculacy short poem

Consensual drop. White bougainvilleas were falling on green eyes, as I climb the sun. Not a loss. The seeds will carry an image of a fallen hero on the hairy chest of a spilled sperm- into the rippled lake of

The Evacuation

The Evacuation short poem

I’ve been drenched In the pool of Tormenting thoughts The footsteps that entered Into my oblivion Those enormous hands Metallic fingers Sharpened nails Molding Cupping First a drop Just touched and trickled Then A handful Yet not satisfied …. Everything

Blood Fruits

Blood Fruits short poem

Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity

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If Only I Could

If Only I Could ballad

If only I could fly Up and above the sky I would spread my wings and soar high And let out a soft sigh. If only I could have wings Like birds flying as they sing I would fly as

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

Life’s Inevitable Crossroads.

Lifes Inevitable Crossroads. short poem

Standing at an inevitable crossroad, with a trail of confusing thoughts, heading on a journey of loneliness, storm clouds gathered around me. Perplexed at the turn of events, tired, helpless yet willing to fight, the hardest phase of life, I

But I Gave You All 20s

But I Gave You All 20s short poem

Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a

The New Horizon

The New Horizon short poem

Male, a heaven in natural ways A blossom in to my heart of agony Cheer up me with power … On the lovely beds of Indian ocean. The music of heaven Playing in the odds Enrich me a lot A

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

Incarnation

Incarnation short poem

Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake

We want peace

We want peace short poem

It is our duty to struggle for the return of our land It is our duty to cooperate and be one hand It is our duty to spread peace in our nation And stop the violence and avoid the separation

Burning star

Burning star short poem

I am the burning star the beacon you have been looking for I will show you the way, every day and I will never complain just burn all day, every day give away my light so that you can see

Tears Of Jhelum

Tears Of Jhelum short poem

O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of

Greatest Treasure

Greatest Treasure short poem

It’s not the wealth Which could give you pleasures. That would be worldly. It’s not a job Which could make you satisfied, That would be just a living. People come and go. Some hold dear to heart, Rest are worth

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom means little till it is gone, Be it to live or the right to be born, Freedom determined by a series of letters, More than the absence of shackles and fetters, Freedom is blinded by those who receive, Who

Wounded Flight

Wounded Flight short poem

Instead of pain sublime in body of death and bracing a hailstorm of bullets you embrace a white phosphorus to burn for whole life, as a reminder of collective suicide. Like my lost children I am collecting the words to

I Do Not Know – who?

I Do Not Know   who? short poem

I do not know who shall show me the direction in being a compass to my lost ship; I do not know who shall provide a soothing balm for my soring wounds; I do not know who shall quench my

The Jersey Devil

The Jersey Devil long poem

Well something of a Blair Witch documentary The three of us on dark, dark October night We parked our car and took our flashlights Deep into the pitch black woods trying to prove Or disprove the legend of the ghost

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

Erin Nicole

Erin Nicole ode

A million drips in a pond, two become one and it’s three so on and on, pull together in fluidity and force a flow through eternally soft and breaking to and back hands that fingers lack caress a shore a

Looking For Paragon

Looking For Paragon short poem

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

Life

Life short poem

Life is enjoyable, life is regrettable Our days are numbered Few days yet are to be judged. The soul wants pleasure The body wants leisure The spirit is aware of the measure That limits time which is forgettable. Life is

Brevity

Brevity sonnet poems

Where leaves abound, much fruit is rarely found, When words are more, finding much sense is hard, As when nuggets are dug up from the ground, Dross makes mountains, while gold yields but a shard; We laud marksmen, when hitting

Hold On

Hold On short poem

Hold them dear And protect them from fear Shelter them from the raging storm And look forward to the sun and the warm Tough times are ahead Light can seem far away Together you are strong And can face the

Talking To God

Talking To God short poem

And after all that we have done and seen, We wait for some magic to undo what has been, But its all already lived and gone, Past, after all, is just a part of a journey, which starts before we

Kissing Shadow

Kissing Shadow short poem

Guise like an angel, cuts like a devil Child-like, playful, so fickle as he tickle Sleek, dark, cat-like eyes Brows black as the chilly night Cherry-picking lips, decadent smile Little kitty, big bad leopard inside. Breathe-like stance, scary but not

Your Story Should Be Told

Your Story Should Be Told prose poem

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the