Nephew poems bring the best collection of short and long nephew poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great nephew rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these nephew poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on nephew are here for you.
Among all there is a wholesome son. His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan. On 20 November was the jewel born. So precious that all want him as a pawn But parents not ready to give for scone. Without looking
Anticipation hung in the air, The crowd chanting his name, Ding ding….. Fists flying, punches pounding, Sweat dripping, feet dancing. Nervous sensations rising, Knotting tighter with an adrenaline cocktail, Ding ding…. Tension grows like lightening strikes, Heads duck,arms jabbing with
The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.
Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured
Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against
I remember the day you hugged me with all your might, Indescribable feelings and emotions subside; thing’s that I really cannot hide. It was during that night when I also hugged you tight, turning back time is all that I
There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time
A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The
”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on
She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves
In my quest for Eternal Bliss I came to a Golden Arch, across its gate was written “No Thoroughfare” “Trespassers will be prosecuted.” I smiled I am love I enter everywhere!! in I went into a grassy land wet with
I watch your broken soul as this consumes your entire world Blaming yourself for a decision completely out of your control Trying to keep the peace, you break your own will to keep happiness in the world of the selfish?
They seem to overwhelm me, Consume me, Devour me… Like gruelling waves crashing against the shore Creating a torment impossible to pacify. Drowning me in their depth- Deep and dark, Vague and uncertain… Like an uncontrollable vicious whirlpool Salvaging what’s
Watching from pin hole lamps of baked clay. Every thorn was in my flesh. I was losing my voice in crowd of maniacs. Dragonflies climbing on worn leather. Through cracked sunroof – skull splinters into million heirlooms. Fever climbs the
Stammering quarrel with classical fluidity, fails to measure the uncertainty. I was finding my rocks, that chunk of certainty in midstream, when you were not sailing with me. The wait, stirs high the separated pain. Boat capsizes on high sea,
Have-beens went into fury. Like silkworms, after the shock spinning the myths around them. Then the gossip will turn towards the words, locked in extra sensory awakening. The gametes move in a chasm, needling the pastoral scorn. From the barrel
When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being, When I got every answer and a saturated silence, deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled I
It was a dirty war of moat flaying the legs in emotional outburst. No stings. Only mandibles will do the job of chewing on your dark fingers. Flat, the taste of milk: a synthetic formula to eat your entrails. The
Dreamers differ in dream they dream, From heart to eyes they speak of dreams, Dreams of love, words and strings they dream. A little boy dreams of bright sky, To see his dreams flying high like kites, A dreamer dreams
Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs
Paper shredding,streaming down like a waterfall at the side. Flowers begin to appear from the spring line. Mountains rise up from beneath the surface, no water at the bottom which will quench the path inside. Foaming with the hotness of
Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no
Well you haven’t given me much of a reason these past few seasons to put my whole heart into this so-called relationship…well I need to know if you still love me or not…I Need A Reason To Hang Around I
Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,
Something went wrong Something changed Where’s the sweet song? I’ve become a monster of pain. I can’t even see myself I’m that affected My mind’s now as small as an elf’s My heart…ejected. You won’t understand what I went through
Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice, No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral. Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred
Walking the white, white sand and watching the sunset makes me feel so sad that you’re not here with me to share what all the other lovers are sharing intimately well it leaves me feeling crazy over lonely in the
the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves
My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been