Palmer Poems

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

2/55

2/55 short poem

Hotter riding home after fast-pitch practice than arriving this morning, my grand-girl asks if she can please turn on the air conditioner in my old truck. After my thumbs up she checks the dash, slides the temperature control to blue,

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Lightning Strike

Lightning Strike short poem

The lightning struck as hard as it could, almost as it would want to kill me. It was a lion, trying to get its prey. Lightning. It was raging, hard. It was running behind me, And I was running ahead

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

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Sestos – A Fragment

Sestos – A Fragment long poem

As I lay in my sleepy bed With your poetic words flowing through my head Wooed by a prince I felt a queen As I sank into a sea of dreams And tho’ consummed by a fathomless flood I awoke

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

My Brother Soldier

My Brother Soldier short poem

call to duty tears him from his family, fighting war he causes not separate him from society he loves best, defending indefensible most times disconnect him from the loved ones maintaining imaginary “peace” elsewhere creates void at home at sea

There Be Monsters

There Be Monsters prose poem

We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We

Salutation

Salutation prose poem

Hail to you o majestic mountain Bedecked with the crown of snow-capped peaks You seem to dominate the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated in the sky . Blessed with heavenly grace and charm Surrounded by an aura from

Vibrations

Vibrations short poem

The battlelines were drawn. While drinking the sun I set myself ablaze A hooded dilemma of his kindness starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. A backlash stops a self-search. Who am I and why do I belong in the spinning of

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

Split Mind

Split Mind long poem

Time passes by The birds flew high Grass is never greener on the other side They lied They lied Controlling your mind You’re being watched And they’re inside Your split mind Comedy and tragedy What is this horrid travesty The

What’s Poetry To Me?

Whats Poetry To Me? short poem

What’s poetry to me Within myself I need to see It’s a flow of words Like the tweet of birds It’s a way to express Something you don’t want to suppress It’s a personal affair Revealed to the world in

Woeful Wait

Woeful Wait short poem

Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels

Twinkling Truth

Twinkling Truth ode

They say husbands are supposed to be strong I think many have it wrong. Husbands have feelings and emotions too But many wives don’t have a clue. Give him a chance to express himself You just might understand how he

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

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Music Fills My Heart

Music Fills My Heart ballad

When we hum and lose the tune We always have hated it Enjoying the music And tapping our enjoying feet! Music fills my heart,music fills my ears With drums and beat It may begin With hums and vocals it may

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves short poem

Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully

Homage To Unknown

Homage To Unknown short poem

Half-living in your gaze a prisoner of messed― up life in a petri dish. Streaking in blood and salt your inoculation failed. Now a missed abortion, takes place. You cannot defend your freedom, before the ruthless destiny. The courage versus

Hues Of The Ocean……

Hues Of The Ocean...... short poem

Leave your worries by the shoreline, And run your bare-feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand. Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up-to your palm, Before you

A Big Shock In A Small Heart

A Big Shock In A Small Heart prose poem

In a small heart A big vacuum to be bared Burden and feelings of things shake it Sometimes by a cyclone The day begins in dawn And gets up in morning It exists with hopes On the way to noon

Faceless Journey

Faceless Journey short poem

An insider was asking: this was a very troubling question. Why a culture becomes sick, burns the book, and beheads a god? Forgive my loincloth. This century was becoming very hot till the nose bleeds and fills the cauldron of

Demons And Angels

Demons And Angels long poem

How can a Love like ours end up this way? How can the pain not go away? I hold onto the memories from all the years. I let it the pain through hundreds of tears. My heart starts throbbing and

Sidmouth Seafront

Sidmouth Seafront prose poem

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

February 2016

February 2016 prose poem

All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my

Erin Nicole

Erin Nicole ode

A million drips in a pond, two become one and it’s three so on and on, pull together in fluidity and force a flow through eternally soft and breaking to and back hands that fingers lack caress a shore a

Crying Daughter

Crying Daughter short poem

Why u want to kill me I want to live How the world is I want to see During my childhood I will not tease you for anything I will not bother you oh mother, why you making sin trapped

Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood

Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood short poem

Born a girl, but, I was raised as a boy In teens I was not girly, a TOMBOY My walk and talk were not feminine I used boy’s stuff showing masculine My nose and ears were not pierced I hated

Life

Life short poem

Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever

Dear Uncle

Dear Uncle short poem

I wish i could hear your voice Your hearty laugh was my ray of sunshine Why did you have to leave so soon I wish i could hug you for one last time When i saw you lying in the

Tragic Warrior

Tragic Warrior short poem

The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face A battle that never ends , tears that never dry Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries Even the blue

A Kiss

A Kiss short poem

Little shops with old wood floors Alleys where artists drink espresso Flamenco guitarist Notes ring like singing blue birds Shadowy doorways with new lovers Alabaster skin magic in moonlight Neon streets, outdoor cafes I am lost without you You are

The Hapless Poetry Event

The Hapless Poetry Event short poem

At the hapless poetry event I thought I’d have a splendid time But as a poet I should know That life has the habit of being cruel So immensely cruel So I had to avoid the debris Of classical poetry

Milkweed

Milkweed short poem

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The

Gi Melin

Gi Melin short poem

Into darkness we go Where the light cannot reach O’er hills and trees the shadow go Until we reach the edge of night Where the starry skies Go forever on into the night Beneath the stars, our lives we make

Ode To Sausages

Ode To Sausages short poem

An Ode to Sausages I cannot get my email messages I sit here eating mash and sausages I waited for my lunch to come and now it’s done and in my tum. This pub is by a lake with boats

You’ve Got Class

Youve Got Class short poem

Oooh somewhat of a Charles Dickens Character, from your hat to your boots, Well I can tell you’re different than most People these days but hey that’s a good Thing, it’s got my goat if you know what I mean,

The Woman Sweeping Her Step

The Woman Sweeping Her Step short poem

Every morning she sweeps the dust That settles there on the step at her door And evening too again she must Sweeping away the dust from her door The dust of the trucks, the dust of our boots The dust

Looking For Paragon

Looking For Paragon short poem

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people