Order Poems

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

The New World Order

The New World Order short poem

Men have become immune to stress. Men have become resistant to mess. Who made you and me immune and resistant? It is the new world order don’t be so hesitant. A new world order where we play with bombs. Where

In The Order Of Peace

In The Order Of Peace short poem

What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a

Evolution Revolution New World Order.

Evolution Revolution New World Order. prose poem

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically. It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,washing away the old

The Higher Order Things

The Higher Order Things short poem

It takes relentless effort to form new neuron connections for higher order thinking And without pain there is no gain no matter how badly you try tricking Only the most difficult of experiences teach the highest order lessons in living

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Pushback

Pushback short poem

Jockeying for position. Defining pecking order. Defining power. Sea of motion. Pushing for control, supremacy. Carving out a place for survival. Quagmire of resistance. Humanities dance of existence. Has always been dog eat dog, survival of the fittest. Pace picking

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Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

My Sombre Salute

My Sombre Salute elegy

The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The

Fried Green Spinach

Fried Green Spinach prose poem

Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air,

Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Earthquake Within And Without

Earthquake Within And Without prose poem

Terrifying it was When sun completed half of its routine journey A tremor overpowered unexpectedly We heard about earthquake but never experienced before It remained though minutes but disasters unheard streaked Like wave of thunder light Almost all came out

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Me

Me short poem

There could be a bend in the road, or a storm in the sea, a fire in the forest, but all I think about is me. The skies may open asunder, or the winds may blow all away, trees may

A Guide To Survive Your Toughest Days

A Guide To Survive Your Toughest Days long poem

Have you ever felt like you’re the only one left? Like all the emotionless souls here have turned their backs Given you the cold shoulder, leaving you for death Being gradually swallowed up by this chaotic mess Have you ever

Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

The Silence at Ellora

The Silence at Ellora long poem

So much we lose in a lifetime, among the cities we go in and out. So many loves lost to the wind. So many homes left in the doorways. So many friends, so many enemies, who rolled into the night,

I want to remember…

I want to remember... short poem

I want to remember… those immaculate strings moving across this spectrum of dust this spectrum of golden dust stealing around your meningeal hair those amusing gaps segue ways of humorous slip ups I’ve missed in order to get on with

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Friends And Foe

Friends And Foe long poem

Hey you, just a dot in the sky, I know how big you are, there, I know distance is the foe, you fear, Divided by light years, Trust me, diminished infinitesimally, You look prettier. We all have foes and friends,

The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree short poem

The trees give us water and fresh air, We shouldn’t be destructive that isn’t really fair; They give us oxygen and food, We shouldn’t kick them or break their leaves whether in a rage or in a bad mood; To

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

POW Camp 161

POW Camp 161 long poem

It was where I learned to read, and write, and count; I counted the days. It was where I realised carrying a cello was harder than playing it. It was where I engraved my name on the playground wall, beneath

Life: A Sea

Life: A Sea short poem

Life is so much like a ship in a stormy sea, Always dicey and hard. You have to become a smart sailor, In order to make your way through those thunderous yet subtle waves. It checks you time and again,

Strength Of The Bundle

Strength Of The Bundle ode

You can take one arrow And break it in half There is no tomorrow For a weak dwarf Take arrows in a bundle There will be no scandal There is strength in unity Unity is divinity When we are together

Axilla

Axilla short poem

well past closing all the glasses dirty no one’s gone home despite the bruised air ceiling fans limping round the woman at the mic is no longer singing just making music erecting sand dunes it’s gymnastics on the stage they

A Friend

A Friend short poem

A friend Only someone who is honest, direct and correct with us is our true friend And not someone who just speaks words of love in order to get something in return at the end A friend will warn you

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come, Ready Or Not short poem

Days they end and the years may pass, He’s coming soon and He’s coming fast, I reflect on my life and what I might say, Would I be ready to meet my Lord Jesus today? Is my life in order,

Anticipating Transition

Anticipating Transition short poem

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

Solitude – Unrequited Love’s Paradise

Solitude   Unrequited Loves Paradise long poem

You are a dream which can’t ever come true; You are the horizon, which can’t ever be touched; You are the cloud, which is never meant to rain; ………… if you stay, burn me in the fire of passion; if

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron ode

As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we

Mockingbirds

Mockingbirds short poem

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

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan long poem

Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And

Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty prose poem

Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

The Whitworths

The Whitworths prose poem

It was both a complicated and a simpler place and time A very noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime A place though legally dry, yet filled with moonshine and wine Where peace and freedom were purchased by

The Eyes Of Heaven

The Eyes Of Heaven prose poem

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Riku

Riku short poem

All I fear means nothing If I just focus on what defeats the fear itself My fear is the what if Or the I don’t My fear is the things People Places And reality that is out of my reach

Divorce

Divorce long poem

The Bygone years seldom had couple breaking up That was the period when intimacy meant sex and the couple had plenty of it too with off springs springing up too often having hardly a year gap between them Lady was

Redemption

Redemption elegy

Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might. Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife To

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

Truth

Truth prose poem

Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like