Niagara Poems

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

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Poems containing references to : Niagara

Tightrope Walker

Tightrope Walker prose poem

A tight-rope Walker incredibly skilled, Highest ropes he’d walked the world over, Even Niagara Falls, fearlessly he’d crossed over. In New York he once announced, Walk on rope I will across two high scrapers. On the street, a crowd huge

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Stamen, Stem, Or Side

Stamen, Stem, Or Side long poem

You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles

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Better Pieces

Better Pieces short poem

You were old and new all at once A deadly temptation A glitch in my solid nature And so I dove head first And as I did I watched the pieces Of me break away To reveal an alien A

Minotaur

Minotaur short poem

Blue has me full sway a tide of it clingy as gelatin moving me in short shifts and I without excitement wonder where I tried falling in love my creepy overstuffed stare some non-commercial beauty seeming unspoiled I’m not what

On Virtual Love

On Virtual Love short poem

Can someone fall in love without meeting Can someone fall for a person one has never seen Hands which were never touched Voice which was never heard Those beautiful love filled eyes which were never seen Yet it’s so true

Price Of Love

Price Of Love short poem

Wet with sweat, sweet and cool Innocent lass on way to school Making every one a fool Like a flower gem and jewel. When I saw I failed to see What price of a glance could be Completely lost in

The Girl Who Shines

The Girl Who Shines short poem

You have a beautiful smile, That is something I cannot deny. But you would run a mile, If I offered to be your guy. I guess you have a sense of humour, Or maybe that’s just a rumour. Only kidding,

South Hawthorn

South Hawthorn short poem

Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way That’s where we would always meet at the dark End of the street in the moon’s shadow Teenagers sneakin’ some kissin’, some huggin’ And some lovin’ until the break of day and just A

I Have To Know

I Have To Know short poem

I have to know why you swore you’d love me forever And then tried to lie about cheating on me, why you gave I a ring to wear then told your friends we weren’t a pair, Why you took me

Four Shifts Of Childhood

Four Shifts Of Childhood short poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

Song

Song short poem

‘As the sun gently leave this desert plain With wistful silence in the twilight air And birds softly close their sweet refrain As they firmly rest in their evening lair In the depths of this cloudy terrain Where the skies

Freddy The Flea

Freddy The Flea long poem

Freddy the flea moved in here with me, and his family were queued up behind. I said ‘it’s a cheek’, but he looked pretty bleak, so I said c’mon in’ ‘cos I’m kind. In they all trotted, and now they

Bird Talk.

Bird Talk. prose poem

I hear the birds talking to me. Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee. This one is telling me his name. As I take my walks with my dog Rosie up by the orchard on the hill, I hear another bird

Friend

Friend short poem

You personify the strength Upon which I lay My crumbling hope for life To find that ray of hope It’s your mere presence That makes me feel My world will never end With you around When I lose the sight

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

Little Flicker

Little Flicker sonnet poems

Once done, my words in your mind will bury. Where my eyes were once of warm flames dancing Your paradigms replaced them with fury Lest it stops, my heart persists on beating Little I have left for spark’s ignition But

Tender Rage

Tender Rage short poem

After the weep there was blankness, then he started playing with fire for existence, of a rain which refused to shower. It was a fierce night of a hidden drought. A lethal dose of amnesia dissipates the calmness of a

I Still Remember

I Still Remember short poem

I still remember that day When we sat together at night I still remember what you always say That we will live in happiness and delight I still remember you And what you used to do Now you are not

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now short poem

It is so different now. Not at all what it used to be. By just opening the eyes, Could wriggle off the demons From eating me alive. Yes, that was all it required, then To feel safe again, by just

When I Will Leave This World

When I Will Leave This World ballad

When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In

A Stranger

A Stranger short poem

You were a stranger A stranger for whom I didn’t care To meet you, was my worst nightmare. The first time I saw you, All seemed so vague. I had no desire to impress The thoughts were less to express.

I Understand Now

I Understand Now short poem

I understand now, I understand why words like moths- Flutter in my mind, Like my thoughts they change all the time. I understand now, I understand the beauty of too much pain- Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,

The Soldier’s Wife

The Soldiers Wife short poem

I know that miles and distance, Do not matter; But who is going to explain it to the heart? He was soldier, And she was his other half. All she did was walk down the aisle that day, Not knowing

Love Sonnet 169

Love Sonnet 169 sonnet poems

I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell

Kathleen

Kathleen short poem

Ohh my sweet beautiful kathleen, You just don’t know how much to me ya truly mean. Your sweetness akin to a fine wine, A love like yours so true and divine. When you say “I love you” it makes me

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Cerebral Sacrifice

Cerebral Sacrifice short poem

Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the

Addiction

Addiction short poem

I know,I just know… ..If I abuse I will be gone gone gone gone. More than a junkie, you can’t see it. I crave worse than narcotics. (I would trade this for being an alcoholic) Tragic? yeah it is tragic.

For Chinua

For Chinua elegy

A seven gun salute for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder. I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw

Yellow Hope

Yellow Hope short poem

The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing

Turning The Page

Turning The Page short poem

Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page

A Sunny Wait…

A Sunny Wait... short poem

Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

Action Equals Consequence

Action Equals Consequence short poem

Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside

Life With You

Life With You short poem

I tried believing in your lies, But nothing in my life seems right… I got to find a way away from you, I got to hide my drenched eyes..! But only for a while, Will I be gone and back…

The Finale

The Finale short poem

Sometimes horizon roams with moon I pluck the stars night drizzles from the dark clouds. A shadow falls on the door without struggle or rumor I know he has come, my guest the survivor of genocide. He has come a

Morzine

Morzine short poem

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick