Newspapers Poems

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

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Poems containing references to : Newspapers

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

Alone

Alone short poem

as the dawn breaks through the skies and through the clouds, somewhere a flower wakes up, somewhere a bird calls and calls, in some house, a mother sings, raising the children and gods, the boys and girls stand everywhere, brushing,

A Letter To Adele In My Head

A Letter To Adele In My Head long poem

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

Into The Rain

Into The Rain long poem

I imagine a heaving expanse no shore in sight and an ice-making wind blowing the tops off the waves. The ocean is dark as steel except for the blowing foam with just a little relent near the surface, a lighter

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

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Emily

Emily short poem

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

Not Every Fairy Tale Needs An Ending

Not Every Fairy Tale Needs An Ending short poem

I don’t mind your goodbye if only i see you rejoicing in the shade of your new found happiness I will not cry over the memories you left me with but will be satisfied to see you are making your

The Messenger

The Messenger short poem

owl cries out… can you hear the messenger? poised in the dark- call in the light light is consciousness manifestation is simply consciousness in form as love steps into its own heart it awakens a soul within a form creation

Mr. Officer

Mr. Officer short poem

I ask you to look my soul Not my color because that is a shade of my temple I beg for you to reach for my heart before it stands still For years to come after the action comes to

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality prose poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Change Directions

Change Directions prose poem

We think that it’s a weeping pity and a crying shame for things to be this or that way. We blame teachers, parents, preachers, politicians, and presidents for things going astray. We claim we knew it could happen, but not

Beautiful Nature

Beautiful Nature long poem

The sun rises high up in the sky Come out of bed don’t be lazy don’t be shy Welcome dear morning make it a wonderful day Always be happy always be gay!! Oh the dewdrops on the leaves tiny pearls

Broken

Broken short poem

Broken from the inside out Pieces of my heart run through my veins Hurt and disappointment have broken my heart. I try to fit the pieces back together, as they no longer fit. I hide the hurt with a fake

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

Beyond The Clouds

Beyond The Clouds short poem

In my childhood fancy I very often wished To have a pair of wings Like the feathered creatures Having fun in the endless sky Thinking, if my wish were granted I would love to rise up too And fly over

Mother

Mother short poem

With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed And tears rolling down cheeks. My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her. I want to forget all the pain she had left

Through The Doors Of A Running Train

Through The Doors Of A Running Train short poem

What is seen cannot be told, This beautiful moment cannot be put on hold, The beauty of silhouttes when the sun goes down, The moon soars up and the wolf in me starts to moan. The sky is studded with

My Conviction

My Conviction prose poem

People never trusted On my potential, I had none but myself Who had a conviction That someday such a poetry would come Through me That will just reverse the thought process Of the world. People have forced me To change

Life Goes On

Life Goes On short poem

We are all wayfaring travelers, Trudging down our separate roads, Hoping, wishing praying, Someone will come and share our load. There are sunburns on our shoulders, And blisters on our feet, We brave the wildest blizzards, And the scorching summer

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,

When I Count My Blessings

When I Count My Blessings short poem

When I Count My Blessings I count you twice ‘cuz it’s a miracle come true that you’re even a part of my life I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God every day and every night

Ingratitude

Ingratitude short poem

He came along into her life, Like a sunshine after a horrible night. The bliss that followed him, Buried the pain and let it dim. She held him close to her bosom, for the happiness that formed a chasm He

Me And Universe

Me And Universe prose poem

I may not be rich, I may not be a beauty, I may not be strong, But I am human. I may not be a Hero, I may not be a Poet, I may not be a Power, But I

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

Mother India

Mother India short poem

Mother India I travelled to you Three years back ‘Twas a moment’s spur Friends thought I’d gone whack Mother India Filled with uncertainty For what was in store Intrepid and curious I reached your belly at Bangalore Mother India With

Pedalos and Pharaohs

Pedalos and Pharaohs short poem

Crescent moon winking behind cappuccino clouds Children dressed in designer hoody shrouds Virtual lives of imaginary friends Living in the empty space between conceptual bookends Checking in the mirror to see if its the real you Locked outside the cage

To My Son About Mother

To My Son About Mother short poem

It sweeps from my lips and lands softly on your Mother’s ear… without thought or effort Never is it a matter of choice For it is as simple and natural as a breath of air It is never conditional on

The Land Of Sunsets

The Land Of Sunsets short poem

Time goes by. As slowly as a grain of sand. Excruciatingly so, as I lie Awaiting you to understand. The colours filling the horizon, Are not just pretty sights. To some they are, The path of dream lights. To some

Oh Clock!

Oh Clock! long poem

Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??

Sometimes all I need

Sometimes all I need short poem

Sometimes all I need is a pleasing look from your beautiful eyes, Sometimes all I need is a word of care from your beautiful heart, Sometimes all I need is a warm hug from your beautiful soul, … Sometimes all

Dead Weight

Dead Weight prose poem

Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home Where the hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with

Life

Life short poem

Life is like the seasons, full of brightness and darkness. if today its the winter of dismay, tomorrow there’ll be the spring of hope in some way. Life is like a journey, with destinations and paths many. If today its

Acoustics Are Not Working

Acoustics Are Not Working short poem

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance this night appears to be without an end. There was nothing to lose, it was looking for some reason to die on the side of a cloud when the sickle moon was sailing. Tomorrow

Red Tears

Red Tears short poem

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

I Am Free

I Am Free prose poem

Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with

Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen

Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen prose poem

KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen Designs her creations with a sheen, Her bangles jingle-jangle as she Tip-toes through the tangle Of original designs that will be Presented in her one-woman show, Simply entitled, “Ko-Ko Ameen Aglow.” Her originals are in