Mythg Poems

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

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

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Its Time For A Bruu

Its Time For A Bruu short poem

A shrub has matured, acidic earth at the base. Evergreen growing with sun on its face. A journey so long, plucked with craft. With finger and thumb, then lovingly packed. Chosen with vision, experience of structure. The leaf so revered,

Mystery

Mystery short poem

I am in a place in my life Where there is no going back I am an African, a real black And I can only pray That someday I will look back Irrespective of all I lack And just smile

Mom, You Are So Caring

Mom, You Are So Caring short poem

Mom. You always care for me so much with warmth of your love you are so caring Mom, you always live in my heartbeats with lights of spiritualism you are so glaring Mom, knowledge of humanity and wisdom I learn

Woman Is Both, Cooling And Warming

Woman Is Both, Cooling And Warming short poem

How sweet is the salt of the earth, Oh Skies! The world is a lie but I love its lies, Canals of honey may be tasty and nice, How can I pay its too high price! Water of canals that

Love Sonnet 145

Love Sonnet 145 sonnet poems

When gloom abides with me tenaciously, To sap my mirth off lame delights you left, I hang on threads, dangling precariously, So loveless now, even of hope, bereft: How could you have chastised with so much stripes, And walk me

Friday And Work Clock

Friday And Work Clock short poem

Here I enter my bureau cube Greet my co-workers and Mr. Big Blue too. Show them the picture of the latest TV I bought, Because last month’s raise I got! They plan plan plan … And invite selves in my

Love Forever

Love Forever short poem

I love you like the glow of a rising Sun That spreads its light everywhere I love you like the tear drop on my face That reminds me how tough I am I love you like the aroma of coffee

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

These Walls

These Walls prose poem

They’re always closing in. These walls seem to have sick minds of their own as they begin to crush me. I am one thing here. I am one person here. What I want is not most very important, dear. But

Origami

Origami short poem

We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.

Living

Living short poem

A white patch on the floor Reminded me of so many things. Sleepless days and nights, Musty, powdery sweat Filled in the room. My room. The silent phone, The slept laptop, Two mute fishes in the tank, Glowed in my

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

Depression

Depression short poem

As I sit here in depression I am sorry that I did not create a strong impression Nor did I do the preparation And came under oppression I think about life My lies How miserable I feel I think I

Dear Friends, Why Suicide?

Dear Friends, Why Suicide? short poem

Just never comes the picture of your parents, When you enter the flurry of those silly thoughts. On your highly sensitive thin frame of mind, The MARKS have indeed created deep dots. Within your crystal-clear, free-flowing carefree life, Suddenly there

No Sleep

No Sleep short poem

It’s a late night and I couldn’t Sleep if I wanted to. It’s dark out, and I’m afraid to think Or dream about what I’ve been through. What I have seen, What I have done. Where I have been, and

Eyes Are Better Than Heart – Bream Zaza

Eyes Are Better Than Heart   Bream Zaza short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

The Train

The Train short poem

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clicky clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell: You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Three Awesome Questions

Three Awesome Questions prose poem

Last night in dreams , met me an angel . And asked what I wanted I said that three questions That always annoy my soul First , who am I and what is my identity Answered the Angel You are

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat short poem

I have heard melodies, I have heard songs, I have danced to the rhythms of heavenly delights, But each time I hear you, My heart skips a beat. I’ve heard the humming of the birds, and the chirping sparrows, I’ve

Everyday Is Fun

Everyday Is Fun short poem

Fed up of being so gloomy everyday. Adventures await I tell everyday. Again and again I am deceived  they say, in spite of that I want to gamble everyday. Even now I don’t realize the truth, but I want to

Lost

Lost long poem

Lost in my needs and wants is more than I can handle. Then I feel a hand warm and gentle. Lost in my sadness and grief. It is all I can do to believe. There has to be more to

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew short poem

(A Tribute to and in Memory of Mr. Lee Kuan Yew 1923 – 2015 First Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore 1965 – 1990) I will not weep for you, Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew! For all fathers must

From Young To Youth

From Young To Youth short poem

When I heard the sound in the history of time a young me, I found. I probed my inner self I clutched her, stumbled and again, she was gone with the wind. Silent spectator, she was updating each character of

Colours Of Nature

Colours Of Nature prose poem

When the leftover rain fills a puddle! A special smell , I come across when I huddle Through the window ,I see dew drops like shiny pearls Smiling in red,green and yellow It’s none other than the mighty flowers When

Snowy Day

Snowy Day short poem

Knee deep in snow I walk. Listening to the wind in the trees, flying snow everywhere. Silent the sound. Just the rustling of tree limbs flying snow. I walk through the forest cleansing my my mind. Squirrels in the trees

The Premonition Of Melancholy

The Premonition Of Melancholy short poem

It oftentimes comes to pass Amid the thorns and briars of our earthly being That we do fail to comprehend the genuine meaning Of the celestial signs of a mass, Or of the words engraved upon the plates of brass…

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

Surrender

Surrender short poem

We speak like rattling rain And fumble through inhibitions Before we reach each other. I dip each word, in the inky darkness of my mind and hang it over the moon. And he, He glorifies the crescent Day after day

Predatory

Predatory short poem

Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to

Her Beauty

Her Beauty short poem

Beauty takes heart, it takes life Definitely it is a double edged knife Her beauty is like golden glow Which has every thing to show The ups and downs, the rise and fall She has a call to recall Every

The Ritual

The Ritual short poem

Nihilist: Being observed, makes you feel undressed, naked. A linear, ramp rage rises. Pieces of time fall in your mouth. You start behaving erratically. Hawthorne effect? You know how sharp, stout are the stings? Testicles shrink. The unrelenting zero burns

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

From Lids

From Lids short poem

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Fireflies

Fireflies short poem

A pagan will search for antiparticles after a collective wrong: some tantric will throw up the smoke rings before the paean starts. Come, stand beside me, sadness is going to find me again on the oak tree. A hairy spirit

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty-Three

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty Three long poem

Been born three months when Kennedy got shot Didn’t really recognize the significance From the comfort of my cot Didn’t know Vietnam was such a brouhaha Or that the world would not be at peace For at any one time

When We Had Fire

When We Had Fire short poem

Here it is, a silent circle branded into earth, a pool of soft grey sodden ash amid the rosebay and the ragged robin, a remnant of the time when we had fire to burn the past, yours and mine: shoeboxes