Ongoing Poems

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

Unending

Unending short poem

In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.

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Under The Blanket

Under The Blanket long poem

O ! Colors, the pretty muses … Come and join me – The Color of nothingness, – An empty canvas, Fit for painting To the will of thy art ! O ! Rays, the gliding fairies Advance and adorn me

Conversation with Death

Conversation with Death short poem

And accompany me To a place where you always wanted to be The aches, the heart-breaks, the constant high and low Mechanical existence, your mind is stuck in flow Let’s drink the magic potion, and sleep in utmost rest Give

Looking At The Stars

Looking At The Stars short poem

As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer

One Moment.

One Moment. short poem

It’s all just a moment Life squeezed in a drop Questions burst like bubbles Leaving an utter full stop Tomorrow is a myth of mind Hold me close and stay Nothing matters and nothing remains Our breaths are melting away

Emotive Jumble

Emotive Jumble short poem

Beset current despondency goads me again to express Reason for disenchantment and issues crucial address It’s not just plain strangers but ones considered as own Despite all indulged civility apathy in return got shown Kept seeking sane rationale searched the

Asterism

Asterism long poem

It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground

Lenny And The Mini Genie

Lenny And The Mini Genie long poem

Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini? This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini And the good life of more, much and plenty, But Lenny’s pockets lacked any profits or pennies. Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness, Two failed

Enough

Enough long poem

Do the work- just do the work I agreed and began early to do the work- make art- create beauty Allow the inspiration to flow- act on it and manifest my vision of heaven Even if it is abstract. In

Final Performance

Final Performance short poem

I see building blocks ferociously multiplying around me. Into people, places, things An ongoing chaos of nothingness I am standing still, witnessing vacuum Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble One sigh at a time. Dumb charades, my favourite childhood

Think On These Things

Think On These Things long poem

The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

Disenchantment

Disenchantment short poem

It’s been almost a lifetime in gyrating spiraling flow Defying constant onslaught of getting pulled far below Each time tried resurfacing in a new vortex got caught Adding on presented misery to existing scene distraught Tired of repetitive challenges testing

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Too Good To Be True

Too Good To Be True prose poem

As the days go by, the sun rises & sets to choices & decisions are filled in our voices We look forward & we look back at our visions of our success & remorses We plan, pray & hope God’s

God Is A Smoker

God Is A Smoker short poem

Some believe God to be a broker, Who fulfills desires on demand, But I know him to be a smoker, With a lit cigarette in his hand. We are nothing but ash and fire, A byproduct of his bad habit,

The Way Of The Armchair

The Way Of The Armchair short poem

Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into

King Of The Sand Castle

King Of The Sand Castle short poem

He peeped out of his castle very frightened someone may call his name. He knew vice-versa they were afraid of him calling him venomous satan in snake skin. Saying he is the sinner of temptation hissing he nods that’s not

Give Me What You Got

Give Me What You Got prose poem

Well you say you like what you see Well fasten your seat belt baby my Love is an intense one to say the least Yeah and I’m a naughty boy so if you Think you can handle that then bring

Grizzly

Grizzly prose poem

Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair

Of Language

Of Language short poem

The particulate allegories were tossed around. The wheels had refused to exit. Unscathed, phrases were erupting in pulses. There was flame and ice Inherent – in the silicate of wedded friendship. Who was afraid of the bed in heydays of

Golden Opportunity For Unity

Golden Opportunity For Unity ballad

Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the

Gold-tipped

Gold tipped short poem

At that time I was thinking something else when you gave me a half-kiss, my winter naked moon. A souvenir left by sun for the sake of night. I remembered pink roses unpetaling green thighs- for quest of shelter in

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

Look Deep

Look Deep short poem

Look deep my friend and soon you will discover a special assignment for only you The siren song of the bong is strong fuming sacraments to exclusive green parties Tie yourself to the mast deny the hot blast It’s clear-monkeys

Little People

Little People prose poem

The pettiness of people is pervasive. Those who feel better when others fail. Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed. Reflecting ugliness behind their backs. Makes them feel better , superior somehow. People sniping at those after leaving the room.

I Have Found Her

I Have Found Her short poem

I have found her, The woman that haunts my dreams, In a vacant home with broken beams, She fixed my life like mending seams, And made it bright akin polished rims, I have found her, In an open road that

I’ve Had Dreams.

Ive Had Dreams. prose poem

I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more

A strange camaraderie

A strange camaraderie short poem

You always see me smiling for my tears are very shy, they like none but my company reason you shouldn’t ask why. Their presence distills, soothes and relaxes me free, helps snap all tensions isn’t a strange camaraderie? They’re the

My Life In A Den

My Life In A Den short poem

A shriek of dread I gave out as I woke up from my slumber in a den, not a heaven, but another cosmos of fairy beasts, birds and beings among whom nothing resembled my mother in whose laps I dozed

For You My Love, My Valentine

For You My Love, My Valentine short poem

I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,

Circling The Tomb

Circling The Tomb short poem

I like to see the moon It’s so close to me it could be in my room A silent friend that watches as I sleep dreaming soon A forever captured orbit that shifts the waves as it looms A constant

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

Boat Capsizes

Boat Capsizes short poem

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,

Tamso’ ma jyotir gamaya

Tamso ma jyotir gamaya short poem

A faint knock on the door again reminiscent of old demons old dilemmas that die hard enticing me to the unknown, once again uncharted terrain with entrapment for life trying to re-define, re-invent what all take for granted why does

In Line With Love

In Line With Love short poem

What to love and how to flourish How to explore the beauty of soul How to caress and how to nourish All in self with more control It is but sincerity with grace Which makes one more at ease It

The Home Coming

The Home Coming short poem

The unbearable Sad and painful Trembling heart Brimming despair Wistful moments Brought us closer To the dreaded Inevitable point Of steeled separation Reluctantly To pay our debts We had to part Ever since then The wait Oh love And joy

If Ever In My Life

If Ever In My Life short poem

If ever In my Life I wish not to stay, Turn my back and just go away. Tell me will you hold my hand, and surely ask me there to stay? If ever in my Life I will be filled

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of