Musing Poems

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

Musing

Musing short poem

I drift by through life letting not its stones hurt me I indulge myself in daydreams by wrapping myself in a cloud of soft memories. I take a book, a mug of coffee Sit in the rain listening to melodies

Man Musing

Man Musing long poem

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

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Conversation

Conversation short poem

It takes two and preferably some place for settling down to administer its ways. Concurrent voices condoning each line which voices offer to be tried for size concatenate the assemblage of lines that with the swell and tonal foam must

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Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

He Walks In Fire

He Walks In Fire short poem

He walks in fire, Fire breathing all hidden passions In intense fashion, Moves him like a particle riding on mad waves. Boiling blood being too humid Pouring words of moist wants. Exasperated heart tempering with scenting dewdrops That cool uncalled

The Flight

The Flight short poem

I am not an Angel but love to fly with wings it is my fantasy flight, to begin with… life is about keeping balance when in the air it can be by helicopter or simply by plane. I use to

Sabre Bay

Sabre Bay long poem

A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird, Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall, A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says That sometimes time

An Ode To The Burglar

An Ode To The Burglar ode

You, Filthy fingers that pinched my wallet Crooked skeletons in your closet Using every sliver of shade to hide your face In the blinding, piercing light of righteous day Heart smashing violently against your ribs As you scurry to seek

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How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

The Mirage

The Mirage short poem

Even on a normal sunny day My mind appears gloomy I have everything going smooth But I feel something I am missing For no reason my mood is cloudy I aspire for things which others have and forget those things

Photograph

Photograph short poem

An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful

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

Anniversary

Anniversary prose poem

Many see it as a number,and many feel it is just time But to me it is a friendhip that was created to withhold many trails There are those who try to share their opinions and sometimes we may not

Brouhaha

Brouhaha short poem

Running to and fro, Going somewhere, going nowhere. Fighting for survival, fighting for revival, Some call it revolution I call it confusion. Hunger in the land, Trouble in our towns, Politicians say they have the solution, But their parties have

Pain Of Love

Pain Of Love long poem

Do you ever feel a little choked up? Were you dreaming good and suddenly woke up? Like all was going smooth but you suddenly broke up- into tears – but a sly smile just soaked up- all of them,and you

Land Of The Extremophiles

Land Of The Extremophiles short poem

Every night an invasion to test the faith of the hardiest when you are used to austere bounty carbon dioxide in its capricious plumes scouring dry bedsheets while predator mites squabble over their beloved altar bread fallen from the shanks

Dark Cloud

Dark Cloud prose poem

Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain

Lucky and Unluncky

Lucky and Unluncky short poem

I was Lucky – To have known you, To meet you, To go all head over heels, To fall for you, And by all means To be the one you loved To make you go crazy for me To hold

On The Gallows

On The Gallows short poem

Lead me into, the green darkness, under the nude flames. It was hurting; the golden sun. Out of full moon, werewolves would come out chasing the flesh, the long limbs of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped in tracks. No

The Father Of The Bride

The Father Of The Bride short poem

Here’s the beautiful innocent ‘Bride’, All decked and ready to ‘glide’, Towards a future- full of love and shining ‘bright’. Entire night her eyes may have ‘cried’, With the fear of losing her friend, philosopher and ‘guide’.. But as always,

Love Scenes

Love Scenes short poem

1. A body lives in my pocket I fathered a hundred moons. 2. You touch me with wet nose I know you have come. 3. The golden grapes on your tongue were very sweet. 4. Illusion becomes a squatter I

For Mum

For Mum short poem

Just like a Bonsai you stand strong and tall, Despite being just five feet tall. You rise high and refuse to yield, In rain and stormy weather, offering the best shield. You let us blossom and fruit, Ensuring we stay

Sometimes

Sometimes short poem

Sometimes I think; is it pertinent to be minute About nature’s details, to breath her full? The overjoyous soul to an overall vision, Deprecated as naive in God’s grand feast. When the clouds are deep and too black Enveloping the

Woman: Every Home Altruist

Woman: Every Home Altruist long poem

Everything in her serve the good in others, her daily activities promote joy and happiness of fellow humans. Early in the morning, her concern is her household, throughout the day, her interest is about home front’s welfare At night she

The Kiss – Song and Dance

The Kiss   Song and Dance short poem

I said I would dance only if he sings; And he insisted I kiss him – Only then would he sing; I moved closer, His smile widening with every step of mine; He held out his hand – And I

Love Sonnet 98

Love Sonnet 98 sonnet poems

We all travel on paths of each his own, To goals we mark to reach at their due time, Cycle of life that must go up and down, Assures order decreed by one, sublime; As tide rises, it ebbs the

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You short poem

I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself I should let you go after all the tears you’ve caused me to cry but you’re still so deep in my heart I think I’ll love you ’til the day I

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

We Hope

We Hope short poem

We hope for eternity We hope for relief We hope for peace We hope for change Our hopes shattered Our hopes shredded Our hopes shambled Our hopes shortened We still hope not to die We still hope not to ail

We Are The Nothing

We Are The Nothing short poem

We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death. We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed. Burn it to the ground and ground it down; I love falling apart in your arms. Everyone is going

Like One Day’s Butterflies

Like One Days Butterflies short poem

Like one day’s butterflies We take flight from our shell And wandering nowhere Front of a window finally we dwell, Which opening a little lets us see Brief passion that doesn’t feed Like one day’s butterflies We grovel for years

To Whom This May Concern

To Whom This May Concern short poem

It’s coded in war games: Bombs will have the enemies’ names Etched on them, synonymously And anonymously; For worse false or better true Bombs know neither me nor you And so have not recourse To feel pity or remorse; Bombs

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

The Occasional Traveler

The Occasional Traveler short poem

This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining the regulars. Unlike them he cannot calculate whether or not it is worth such risk. The

If You Want Happiness

If You Want Happiness prose poem

If you want happiness take two big bags and come into the magical world of poets will take you to a poetic market where symphony is heard in buying and selling they sell magical dreams and rainbows buy back your

One Simple Day

One Simple Day short poem

For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.

Morning Star

Morning Star short poem

There was no beginning no ending. Beyond tomorrow you will be, what you were not. Words would disappear, only meaning will be left. The interval ceases to be from ’wasness’ to open pathway. When you are not ready I will

The Singapore-Schooled Child

The Singapore Schooled Child short poem

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

One

One prose poem

One may be Goodlooking but his Bad luck will not make him a filmy hero One may be intelligent but his Ego may come in the way of success One may be efficient but his over confidence may mar his

A Poet At Heart

A Poet At Heart long poem

They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary

Raging Kindness

Raging Kindness short poem

Suckers of an octopus arm entwine like ziplocks around a bleeding artifact, for signature erase on shared bed. Few oily drops simmer down from the wheels, the raging grief of the centuries. Arrival had been delayed of charred remains of