Orlando Poems

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

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

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Waiting For Christmas

Waiting For Christmas long poem

Here we are as we sit and rejoice Singing in union for God one voice, Today the first if his son’s advent Voices of his children from heaven sent. Today we gather to share our gifts he gave Sharing in

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Food Was Left On The Plate

Food Was Left On The Plate short poem

For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

It’s Me!

Its Me! ballad

Its the time which changed you And your love abide For my mistakes I know That you’ve been so aside I don’t know it’s just you or not But my heart has always cried For I don’t know what has

Who’s The Best

Whos The Best prose poem

Again I’ve been listening to people boast, you can’t miss it cause it’s on T.V. radio and now coast to coast. More and more people with their chests stuck out, bragging I am the best all for me and to

Home

Home short poem

Sounds of the highway; so peaceful to me Warm cool breeze ; smell of the country air Mountain views; snow covered mountain peak Turkey’s talking; eating their feed loving the country Life; country air in the breeze. This is where

Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

Separation

Separation short poem

I lose myself in you – a path on the slopes of a bathed in light mountain. I feel that am one with you yet I want to know if I climb or go down- if you ascend to the

We will be the envy of birds

We will be the envy of birds short poem

As we board the ship of our hearts, as we navigate through the sea of love, we will discover very many things. things that often contradict themselves. there will be towering waves that upturn our ship. there will be gentle

Taper

Taper prose poem

It’s not it It’s the feeling would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, open parenthesis every album I hear makes me want more close parenthesis, stop can you feel it too or

Trees

Trees prose poem

This ungrateful city speaks slowly , not out of shyness because of her short garments , but because its suitcase is overburdened with blood. Bitterly I have been crying since the time I saw her. I cry for my dear

Stoning Dark

Stoning Dark short poem

What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and

Last Rites

Last Rites short poem

Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost

The Man At The Top Of The Stair

The Man At The Top Of The Stair short poem

Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,

A Conventional Man

A Conventional Man short poem

A foggy atmosphere everywhere, Some vendors on street; Few buyers moving here and there, There,a Man returning lonely after sumptuous eat. No gusto , No sorrow, A complete mannequin face; Nothing to throw, But to just grab everything and race

Trees

Trees sonnet poems

Trees give so much yet receive so little Our attitude towards them is brittle Have we considered what we do to trees? Or not, I should think, we do as we please Compared to us, they have given us lots

They Say

They Say prose poem

They say; You know how to write. We just don’t have time for you. You know what, This is going to be painful. It’s never our intention to hurt anyone. The thing is, You seem quiet, arrogant. We’re unsure if

Brain Shaking

Brain Shaking short poem

Thought shook through me thrilled with a sense of poignant pictures came thronging in panic haste tinsel glitter of empty titles thrilled by fresh and indescribable odors through a cycle of many ages endless and labyrinthine sentences thrilled to the

Fictional Island

Fictional Island short poem

I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you

Guilty

Guilty short poem

Committing crime has two sides Rich or poor is no exception Reasons may be plenty some may be for gain some may be out of pain greedy may escape punishment Genuine may suffer punishment suffering due to punishment fades away

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Waiting… In vain is what comes to mind. In wanting what I think is right. In loving to be loved the same. In hating for everybody to agree. In missing you while you are still here. To say what I

Woman Is Both, Cooling And Warming

Woman Is Both, Cooling And Warming short poem

How sweet is the salt of the earth, Oh Skies! The world is a lie but I love its lies, Canals of honey may be tasty and nice, How can I pay its too high price! Water of canals that

The Love Which Could Never Be Mine

The Love Which Could Never Be Mine long poem

I write this poem for my life, My love Which can never be mine She walks in style and her smile is fine But I know she will never be mine I stand alone in the rain Everytime I feel

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

Drifting Woods

Drifting Woods short poem

Sometimes I drift away crossing the time limits following the rivers’ way or climbing the higher summits Happily with the birds I fly or join the wolves while they cry Sometimes I like to be the sun sole and aloof

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part-3)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part 3) prose poem

Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart

Weeping Cloud.

Weeping Cloud. short poem

Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and

A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom!

A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom! short poem

Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, writing a song for my

Love Sonnet 205

Love Sonnet 205 sonnet poems

Oh rose, in which sweetness evolve my dreams, Aspiring boldly, praying to find ways, To live ideals, which a heart esteems, Which might last longer than expected days; So let the thorns by your charms be out-shined, Your bony stems

Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears

Ah, Mumbai, Im All Ears short poem

“Appa, your kinda song” called out Aadi My kind? Listened, liked it instantly and That has set the ball rolling on a peep into Mumbai, may be many things to many a man Gun totting gangsters, trigger happy cops, Starlit

Light Unto Three

Light Unto Three sonnet poems

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

Binding My Heart

Binding My Heart short poem

I thought the biggest lie, That I’ve ever heard.. Is, as we let time fly, Feelings get blurred…! But nothing changed, As the flame was still strong… I had been estranged, And I knew it was wrong…!! It seemed years

All Of You

All Of You prose poem

It is not simply what you do that makes me feel loved by you Nor is it merely what you say that leads to a better way No, I do not even think that it is the things you share

Buried Silence

Buried Silence short poem

Blaze on the horizon was spreading. No peak was left green, time was running out. Courier had left without a message carrying cyanide capsules, to kill or get killed. My grey sky stuck with silent clouds will wait for the

My Desert Blossom

My Desert Blossom short poem

My desert blossom blooms with glee and she waits for me in the spot with lots of shade. She dances as she sways back and forth but side to side, her colors are so bright in the light. My desert

Love ends in tragedy

Love ends in tragedy short poem

That’s the way it’s supposed to be Every story in history Repeated through centuries No prevention from this disease It strikes at least once, slyly Once bitten, twice shy they say of it No cure for this disease gory Quietly

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But