Peekaboo Poems

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

Tea Peekaboo

Tea Peekaboo short poem

Images of you flash by like a fabliau- as I sit here holding on to thoughts of you. You are a bireme of emotions gone per diem! Trying to catch you is like grasping steam ! Moments fly by before

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Paperboats

Paperboats short poem

If thoughts were paper boats, I’d catch one by its sail, And gently steer it, Towards the light that plays peekaboo, On your skin, That waltzes against mine, Stubble scathing through the softness, Till I can smell your breath, Contouring

Adam

Adam short poem

A bundle of nerves and cries- so tender, he melts my soul. Holding him made me feel whole- when all of me was dying. He may not remember me- nor my face but my heart is his. I carry him

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April Green

April Green short poem

I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too I learned flowers’ shapes by heart

Fragrance Of Love

Fragrance Of Love short poem

I will encounter all barriers I will cross all the horizons I don’t require any carriers For taking fire from the sun Love is that force which enforces All the time it reinforces When your lips just endorse Then opens

The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun short poem

Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in

Birds And Bumblebees

Birds And Bumblebees short poem

I live in a world of cherry blossom, Of flowers and fruit on the trees, Of fluffy white clouds in light blue skies, Of birds and bumble bees. Then I awake from my perpetual dream, And all I can see

What Conclusion Was Left?

What Conclusion Was Left? short poem

The seizure, volatile it was, the way to tell, for the things he did not want to say. You suffer silently. Coming to boiling point, for the starkness of the torture. The abridged wholeness was empty. Only howling remained. Can

Holy Lesson

Holy Lesson long poem

Blinded by religion the world is, Touched by holiness, everythings at ease. The parents of a girl of seven Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven. His deeds and thoughts were said to be long, His greatness

The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the

Stonewalling

Stonewalling prose poem

Submerged in doubt one floats carefree in aimless waters without hope of touching land. Tethered with guilt and regrets one tows his/her soul to a destiny of penance. Overt or clandestine, pain is no one’s gain if one can grasp

Love Me Too

Love Me Too short poem

I love you I only say it because it’s true Why it is I don’t have a clue Instinctively no doubt I just do Given no choice my love grew A picture perfect painting I drew It may be overdrawn

The Mermaid Loves The Love

The Mermaid Loves The Love long poem

A dawn is approaching, an aurora is smiling, The morning star on the blue stage, With her wet eyes, drops tears that are boiling, But the dew earth gets is free of her rage, Her soul is happy but the

Random Birth

Random Birth short poem

A unique, irreverent intruder: in my dying dreams, of a domain beyond the gifts. The corridor was full of specters in boiling air. The DNA will not cover the naked strands of desires. Put out to sea, my boat in

The Mind House

The Mind House short poem

The Mind House I am the agent of my own, busy, cluttered house of my mind, situated on the cockpit of self. I am trying to rent out space for prospective ideas to move in. It’s a semi furnished place,

Caught In The Spider’s Web

Caught In The Spiders Web prose poem

I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two

How Alone I am

How Alone I am short poem

How alone am I How sad am I You never know I never show You smile with a shine I smile with wine Your enthralling eyes Defines my style Missing you is my life Yes I live, but I strife

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost short poem

I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

We all speak of love and loss But do we really know the cost? Not appreciating their presence, Till they have reached heaven. We all speak of forgiveness and forgetting. But are we even trying? The act of claiming to

Immensely Seeking

Immensely Seeking short poem

And Like that. I had this overwhelming urge. I don’t know what came over me. I asked God is this the route I should take. This habit of association. To weed out what may seem to be selfish. Time is

First Words

First Words short poem

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is

To Me You Belong

To Me You Belong short poem

My love you can wear me like your dress I want to be in your arms whole night to sleep This is how we can express our real success This one leap will take us deep just to reap Our

Ghost Town

Ghost Town short poem

When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood prose poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I born to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood born for begging?” I had no answer

Why cannot I just be

Why cannot I just be short poem

As I stand here today Scared of my own shadow Afraid of the evils hands beyond My heart goes back in time When I walked down the road free Smiled at strangers Dressed as I pleased Labels were limited to

Reigning

Reigning short poem

God’s hazel gaze scans a barren land empty stomachs and hungry stands a fertile field an enduring belief precious and exalted and dwelling bequeath breathe in, breathe out live, laugh, love the plea of the needy comes from above swift

One Day Three Autumns

One Day Three Autumns short poem

Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree; I owe happiness, schatzi gives me – – – Moments rise still when schatzi is with me; Nobody has ever given the peace, My schatzi brings in me. We roam like niveous,

Holiday Boredom

Holiday Boredom long poem

Here I sit because I did not choose To waste my life in the empty living room But in actual fact, I had nothing much to lose It was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I

Isle of Dead Souls

Isle of Dead Souls short poem

Eyes as hard as the hardest stone. Inscrutable, hide within secrets galore. The face, the same. But them hands, they lie. On a bed of lies her mind still rests, Waiting for a kick. Dystopia all around her. Or so,

Sleeper in the Casket

Sleeper in the Casket short poem

The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Rushing Blue into the arms of Red, Overwhelm Robin, To render melody, In tandem with the notes of cowbells, With the beat of ripples rolling down the stream, Whispers the wind, into the beings, Waking them from deep slumber, Urging

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

It’s Finished

Its Finished prose poem

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

Ancestors

Ancestors long poem

Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I

The Ocean

The Ocean short poem

A raven tide silver moonlight scattered. warm waves cover me  like a blanket. a curtain of clouds waiting to be lifted. waiting for the show to begin. the ocean calls out  in soft whispers. a sound no one can hear

Election Blues

Election Blues short poem

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

Acrostic C.e.l.e.s.t.e

Acrostic C.e.l.e.s.t.e ode

Celestial love, to shine the light from above and Rise against the odds. Excellence of character, not to be ranked along… But yes along the great. Loyal alliance to her majesty, family & friends. Exceptional personalized understanding of all things.