Outstretched Poems

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

Hands Outstretched

Hands Outstretched short poem

With hands outstretched And headed my way Sad eyes looked at me As if to say Please can you spare a dime or two His feet are bare, not even a shoe! Sparing him some coins to Help fix broken

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I Will Think Of You

I Will Think Of You short poem

When the skies lie burdened with heavy clouds, When the buds yearn to bloom, but for a ray of sun, When the fires grow weary of burning evermore, I will think of you. It slices my conscience into slivers of

Warning Squatters

Warning Squatters short poem

If you come into my home at night Thinking you are out of sight I have no compassion for you or your kind Even if you’re excited with what you may find You may think you deserve life on this

The Ecumenical Psalm

The Ecumenical Psalm short poem

O Father Elohim, King Christ, beneficent Allah, Be thou the Magnificence of the hearts and souls of men! May thy deity abide with humans, and may thy works Forever be blessed. We, thy children, strive to enter thy house And

I Observe the Falcon

I Observe the Falcon short poem

I observe the falcon His piercing stare keeping watch upon the land Patiently waiting for his peasant prey to begin their greedful harvest I observe the falcon Leaping from his perch, careening through the skies He is lightning, cutting through

Dear Friends, Why Suicide?

Dear Friends, Why Suicide? short poem

Just never comes the picture of your parents, When you enter the flurry of those silly thoughts. On your highly sensitive thin frame of mind, The MARKS have indeed created deep dots. Within your crystal-clear, free-flowing carefree life, Suddenly there

The Elf Queen

The Elf Queen short poem

Lamps and lanterns left afloat Adrift by the golden boat A young girl lay sleeping within Covered in silvery cloaks thin The current glowed golden in the light The beauty like a magical sight Thousands of twinkling sparks A lovely

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

Love Sonnet 121

Love Sonnet 121 sonnet poems

The Heavens look awesome from where I stand, Staggering my thoughts, such expanse to fly, Is such splendor seen from your side of land Despite clouds that the viewing of which deny; I raised my outstretched hand to feel the

Bulgaria

Bulgaria prose poem

The grafitti marked the new beginning The rubble in the streets A telling symbol of political decay A girl crosses the street A new way on the other side An outstretched hand calling for democracy I see vestiges of propaganda

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull long poem

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand. With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying

In Bulgaria

In Bulgaria prose poem

Graffiti foretold the new beginning Rubble in the streets A telling story of political decay A girl crosses the street Is there a new way on the other side An outstretched hand Calling for Democracy Vestiges of propaganda, Imprisoned dissidents

Irony Of Author

Irony Of Author short poem

In the absence of a consenting moon half my night was in disarray, the density of poems was draining out the grape wine from the eyes. This amphitheater of your life: where you are spectator and you are a player,

Walking Through

Walking Through prose poem

I walked the roads, and followed every path When at last there was no more I ventured still to pass With hands outstretched and dreams held tight I walked the path into the night I found my way and prayed

India

India short poem

Her journey took her to a place Where smiles did sit on every face Where long ago the Indus came And so gave India her name Softly shifting desert sands And mountains that stood high on land The setting sun

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Want To Fly

Want To Fly long poem

I want to fly, I am born to fly, God gave me a soul, which cannot die. I want to fly, I want to cry, I want to experience every emotion, to feel glad and shy. I want to fly,

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

I’m A Beggar

Im A Beggar short poem

I wish to show you the depth of my heart But I’m afraid my love Darkness rules it Can you rule the darkness and be the light for me Can you shine in my depth or are you afraid dear

Respect!

Respect! long poem

So, You want yourself to be respected? Have you seen your face, It has got two large eyes And a nose which at times they compare to a beatel leaf, Complexion of a glowing sun and skin that of melting

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird short poem

Twenty white pigeons, swallowing raw rice, half-staring at me? Twelve white-faced swans, basking in the sun, ignoring me? Eight white-haired owls eyeing me from tiny forested corners? Six whitish foxes and six brown-red squirrels quizzing me? Five pink-white beluga whales

Mockery

Mockery short poem

Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

My Beloved

My Beloved long poem

She is dearly true to me She has never betrayed me. Keeps me always in her arms Ensnared I am by her charms. Whenever I am sad or downcast Loses no time to embrace me fast. Calms me down by

Paper Boat

Paper Boat short poem

Paper boat, paper boat, In the stream goes up and down afloat. It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night, Only floating and floating is the boat’s right. On the water of the dark blue ocean,

For William Boroughs

For William Boroughs short poem

Night after night, with the stillness of death, dreams flashing on the screen of the mind, rasping breath going of like minute bombs thru’ the constant o of the mouth, groping hands giving off carbonic fumes, sculpturing odoriferous forms, abstract

Black Roses

Black Roses short poem

Wading in your memories. Through an orange smoke. Against a mirror, a lake shrinks. Days are smaller now licking the night I will count the candles Of your birthday. A haunted landscape scoops a wedding of a flame with a

The Sill Of Heaven

The Sill Of Heaven short poem

Let me rest my chin upon the sill of Heaven Hoisted up by unseen shoulders from below Let me gaze at hidden glories for a short while Before I, into my busy day must go Let me breathe the sights

The Score

The Score short poem

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

Age Of The Straw

Age Of The Straw short poem

Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an

Shadows

Shadows long poem

“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of

Insomnia, or the Speculation of the Stars

Insomnia, or the Speculation of the Stars short poem

O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is

Yielding

Yielding short poem

Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?

A Note To Mum

A Note To Mum long poem

Dear mother, You walked away so early I cannot complain How much I miss you? I can tell, It’s insane. Mother, have I told you one day That I love you? That you are me in you? I didn’t tell!

From Perception To Consciousness

From Perception To Consciousness prose poem

When taking a line of action, important is to discuss, decide, understand and realize everything that is going on in the mind at the present moment in time. Most importantly over a period of time, present will become a thing

Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy short poem

This night oh what a bright night! the late night seems like a fantasy so beautiful the fire flies are so big the moon seems it’s almost as if the fire’s light is dancing as I lie in my tent

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Journeys

Journeys prose poem

Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads why does blood leak instead of sweat? It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins. What anxiety is body experiencing? Why exhaustion is in the eyes? Where do we have to go? What are

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head