Passenger Poems

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

Passenger Of Love

Passenger Of Love short poem

In a silent valley of feelings, Under the shadow of deep emotions, A person with a bag of old memories, With a bundle of unsolved queries, Waiting for his next journey, Beyond this inner world, He is a passenger of

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My Car My Bucolic

My Car My Bucolic long poem

The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

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

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To Breathe

To Breathe long poem

Where is the breath That I crave so much Hiding and playing games Just beyond my reach Fingers too stiff to touch To breathe To live To need what is aloof and Teasing me to beseech The air in the

The Sentinal

The Sentinal short poem

The first time that I pass the old man in the rock… I am young, few years off the teat The road winds through the pass, of green and black I glide, a passenger on a ferry with wheels Nike

Lost In The Ocean

Lost In The Ocean long poem

Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little But no matter how hard I try life seem to always out-fly Every attempt I

The Night Train

The Night Train short poem

It is 11.30 at night- A night train is appearing into our sight- Porters are walking up and down the station, They are keeping watch on train’s arrival with great caution- They are frantic to the passengers- who will get

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

L’amant Interdite

L’amant Interdite long poem

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

From The Rail Track

From The Rail Track long poem

The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. Thankful was I that the night was over, And

Destroyed By Madness

Destroyed By Madness long poem

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start

The Waiting

The Waiting short poem

The railway track was alone today, No whistling train, no passenger on their way, I sat there watching for long, no baggage, no gong, The light post flickered more than every day, I held his post card from the distant

Be Quiet

Be Quiet short poem

You be quiet Lest you may feel sad When a passenger is robbed When a lady is accosted When a car dashes on pavement When bike riders snatch jewels When a car is stolen When an accident takes place If

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For You Beloved

For You Beloved short poem

Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into

Before I Change

Before I Change short poem

Before I go back into this sickening world, before I see people doing things that they never wished. Before I know people are not busy as they seem to be. Before I forget the true colours of my heart. Before

Beauty

Beauty prose poem

…So. I said: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible being real, it is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player, it is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist, it

Your Story

Your Story long poem

He was the boy next door, Who used to look at you everyday, You didn’t know anything about his feelings, But fell for him each day…! One day you went on to pour out your words, and talked to him

Lost In The Light

Lost In The Light short poem

I am self destructive. I am corrupted. The thoughts in my head are disruptive. My heart is in void. I was toyed and destroyed. This love was overjoyed. You left me torn. The only thing you left for me to

Making History

Making History short poem

Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so

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

An Undergraduate

An Undergraduate sonnet poems

Thirty five years ago I had dreams galore, Planning and executing my mini master plans of life ahead, Moon-eyed and romantic I entered into wedlock, Holding hands and making promises of undying love, was I Of half a century weight,

I, The Weedling

I, The Weedling prose poem

Unconditional love is rare and hard to obtain. It’s hard to be confident when I have only been trampled upon. I can be bound in a vast field of flowers, but I am not the beautiful orchid or the rare

And Now For Something Completely Different

And Now For Something Completely Different short poem

Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal

A Lantern Guides

A Lantern Guides short poem

Cereus was in bloom in nightwashed desert, sand was cool, it tipped off the contour drain, a river sent its compliments. If the death was at home, like an estranged lover, will you open the door in dusky stripes of

Our Last Chance

Our Last Chance short poem

Fortunately, it’s still reminiscent, that night, of shimmering moonlight, stars so bright, The strums of a guitar creating music divine, While we hummed as one and had some wine It brings alive pleasant memories of yore Fresh and redolent, enticing

Child Play

Child Play ode

pick me up i drag my corpse once again back to the ground gravity, why are you greedy? hay and lilac grass i want to sleep peacefully to put it bluntly i crash and sleep momentum shifts and careless lips

Holi Special…

Holi Special... short poem

Holi Special… A special day, a special week, Neither I say nor do they weep, A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection, Making good relations, in form of Benediction, Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t

Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

About Her

About Her short poem

Tell me about her. – Her gaze was empty. She was here, yet she wasn’t. Everyone around her in tune with reality, While she was somewhere in the distance. No one could ever reach her. She shut them all out.

Biscuit

Biscuit short poem

I looked to take a biscuit from her mouth Just a crumb, on her lip, a leftover She didn’t even realise it was there But she caught me smiling at her Maybe I was not smiling, more smirking Yes, that’s

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

Four years have passed since we split Yet my love for you has never quit To say I’m doing fine would be lying The loss of your love feels like dying I miss you morn and night time too Tears

Pulsating Void

Pulsating Void short poem

like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day

The Lost Planet – Pluto

The Lost Planet   Pluto short poem

After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your

Love Sonnet 116

Love Sonnet 116 sonnet poems

I watched some clouds the way we used to do, Discerning shapes formed every now and then, When once, a figure looked so much like you, That brought me back feelings so sweet again; It was such joy that flaunts

Brokenness

Brokenness short poem

Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling

Violence

Violence short poem

Some people instigate violence as a means to intimidate and always get their way And do not care who they hurt as long as they make their pay Others just get drunk and do not even remember a thing the

Days

Days short poem

There are no profound thoughts Lurking in wait Biding a moment Of introspection Analysis and conclusion Life’s pages are lived On a daily wage Of bearable work Endurable enjoyment Surmountable aftertaste Of egoistic flights Contained for the day By compliance

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Serendipity… The Ultimate Pleasure

Serendipity... The Ultimate Pleasure short poem

Serendipity.. That scaffold where our crescentic fantasy will be harmonized !! Serendipity.. That arc where those invisible chords will be mesmerized !!! Serendipity… That horizon, where nothing will be contrasting but only one mimic , one feeling , one rhythm