Penne Poems

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

Pasta Rap

Pasta Rap short poem

As I taste my pasta wrap I write a song which you can rap!! Wrapping up my tasty wrap Yummy tasty pasta wrap When I am hungry I love to eat It doubles up as a delicious treat Onions carrots

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Caravan Of Moonlight

Caravan Of Moonlight short poem

She walks the mystic shoreline Tides and seagulls Clouds lift the curtain of pain Rain and fog gone like decades I find her waiting for my dreams Dreams of fire to warm my lonely world Unfurled hearts with eyes bright

What Am I?

What Am I? short poem

Standing in the calm after the chaos, I could still hear the echo, And I knew not what to do with myself, Starring at a loss, Of what I did not know, I thought- How deep should I delve? I

Irreparable

Irreparable short poem

It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like

Lover Of My Soul

Lover Of My Soul prose poem

Leaping with fearless joy as I begin afresh to dance You are my lover, not happenstance I’m watching and waiting to glean his gaze His winsome articulate amazing ways He’s gloriously giving and infinitely kind When surrendering living, his heart

Said No One

Said No One short poem

I hear by declare I shall not fell, I hear by declare I shall not crack or succumb to the utter temptation that “I need help”, I hear by illuminate every dark thought by living in my unproclaimed fantasy. I

Intrusion

Intrusion short poem

On a rock near the lake Sitting silently I was Dangling my feet in Waters, disturbing it Just for pleasure’s sake. Seeing terrified fish I felt an urge to muse What right I have to My liberty’s misuse? Shivering stars

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

Rumination

Rumination short poem

Rumination… No more… proclamation for a key salvation… with gravitational truths and hypodermic memories, measured against a polystyrene heaven… No more… inner conflicts under a solar eclipse, orbiting inside my eyes… Outside-inside Me, rippling rhythms write a new stanza of

Eternal Togetherness

Eternal Togetherness short poem

There stands the moon For us as a boon, When down on this Earth Distances take birth. Different things around, Physically far on ground, But the same moon the eyes show That let’s the togetherness grow. Clouds in and often

A Little Flower

A Little Flower short poem

A little flower is an expression, Of love and art, Unique tiny creation, Capturing every heart. Beautiful and magical, Uplifting wonderfully, In a small bouquet, A moment of untold joy. Every little flower has music, In its soul, Inviting harmony,

Unfeelable

Unfeelable ballad

writers don’t die, they only get buried said me to myself when i was worried i don’t have a soul, i am the soul, i just have an anatomy actually the world is an academy closer to me and closer

The Scream

The Scream short poem

A tiny seed was planted a time ago.. In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil, A lone main sat on a bridge look into space Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed… It lit a

Deities

Deities short poem

What is it that we worship? Is it knowledge that we seek, and pray to the ones who know? Or is it just the name, a face that has to it some fame, bestowed upon by us? So are we

Broken Promise

Broken Promise short poem

Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am

I Am Happy And I Know It

I Am Happy And I Know It short poem

I am happy and I know it This all seems to fit After I fell through sadness’ pit I had to be happy I had to be beaming And not screaming This is such a nice feeling Of excitement and

Something

Something short poem

It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared

Gothic

Gothic short poem

Silver dagger Shadow of a stranger Ominous danger In a dark, dark place unknown down deep where very few have ever gone And you, you in all your mysterious and Gothic ways that strange look in your eyes is like

At Sixty

At Sixty long poem

AT SIXTY I approached SIXTY I started behaving FUNKY I thought life will be MESSY I feared my brain to be EMPTY I started thinking life will be SHODDY I was deep into WORRY I dreaded the fateful DAY I

Freedom Of Choice?

Freedom Of Choice? short poem

I am born a Human But chained like a Dog. They say I am Free But my soul is in Bonds. I am free to Speak But my words are Chosen. I have the right to Think But my thoughts

Maybe

Maybe short poem

if I write enough poems maybe I’ll get one or two right it doesn’t really matter very much to me each one I can read which helps me remember is good enough dependable and sturdy to do me such a

Dream Fear

Dream Fear short poem

My simple yet complicated Today is done for the day I did witness intricate plots, Impromptu visits, marathons, And deep inhales and exhales To not breathe out the anger Irritations, dislikes and disturbances I lay wrapped in my cloth of

Reflection Of Reality!

Reflection Of Reality! prose poem

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

Light Is You

Light Is You short poem

It just kept on running Constantly with all hurdles been crossed Wonderful memories left behind Unforgettable fame that’s written forever It just kept on running With many mouths that hurt With many mouths that praised Packed and stuck in my

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

Babylon

Babylon ode

Between-Euphrates and Tigris, I was located, Ancient gods found home in me, Beliefs I professed were numerous, Yoke-I placed-upon captives, Life buried in religious activities-I encouraged, On top of hanging garden my beauty laid, Nations far and near feared me

A Beautiful World

A Beautiful World short poem

Why do people think the world’s going to end when they say that God is their friend? They pray Gods kingdom come to earth as in heaven so mixed up so full of leaven. How can this be how will

Song To Celina

Song To Celina short poem

Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never

Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh

I Stand Here Alone

I Stand Here Alone long poem

I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I

The Wind

The Wind short poem

Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where

An Outbreak!

An Outbreak! short poem

Behold ! its the rain , oh yes ! Trembling , bouncing , jumping all the way. On the dry , broken paths of undesirable sense Look ! Its a tremendous scene. People are all gathered hence With the birds

Magical Rain

Magical Rain short poem

Rain in cooling swathes of water Drenches the grass a shining wet Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret Sweet respite from endless hot days Without a shadow of a breeze

Be Like You

Be Like You short poem

You don’t need makeup, or shirts that show your breasts. You don’t have to be scared or scarred. Please, please don’t starve. You don’t need to hide how intelligent you are; Or the fact that you want to be a

Open Or Closed

Open Or Closed short poem

When it comes to you landing gently in your soul, and plants its loving seed. How do you accept? With a heart full of gracious thanks that wipe away all those long, dark and lonely nights. Or treat it with

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

The Grand Experiment

The Grand Experiment prose poem

It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in

Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over

Articulating

Articulating prose poem

Articulating who you really are is like painting exactly what you are trying to say; a word or a colour in the wrong place and it says you are inadequate in some way. we are all inadequate in one way

When Life Retreats Death

When Life Retreats Death short poem

In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,