Penniless Poems

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

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

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An Evening at the Cafe

An Evening at the Cafe short poem

Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of

To My Friend

To My Friend short poem

To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

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Musing

Musing short poem

I drift by through life letting not its stones hurt me I indulge myself in daydreams by wrapping myself in a cloud of soft memories. I take a book, a mug of coffee Sit in the rain listening to melodies

Foeticide

Foeticide short poem

Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks

The Day I Met You

The Day I Met You short poem

World seemed so calm before we met A burned soul left ashes of regret All day I have searched deep inside A glint in shadow seemed to hide This night had the wildest experience And your tantalize was more intense

The Finale

The Finale short poem

Sometimes horizon roams with moon I pluck the stars night drizzles from the dark clouds. A shadow falls on the door without struggle or rumor I know he has come, my guest the survivor of genocide. He has come a

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

Daydreamer

Daydreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love prose poem

So colorless and filled with multiple colors So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity It comes in drops but falls in torrent It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes

Love Sonnet 168

Love Sonnet 168 sonnet poems

Another minute without you, has passed, As sands pour grandly in a timely fall, And so did leaves that on the ground have massed, When they obliged to heed the Winter’s call; But wintry days lingered, to fill my life,

Language

Language short poem

When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it

Hero Of War

Hero Of War long poem

I was brought into this world by the miracle of birth, Just another living thing on the planet we call earth. But as time has gone beside, I was taught that I am more, I’ve been told that I am

Perception

Perception short poem

Lips of clay tend to bleed my kisses. And the distant moon treads softly on the spent passion. A private crimson blunts the whiteness of moon. The birds- step out from the fog. Last moments – of the bell to

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

The First Christmas Tree

The First Christmas Tree short poem

Cross– the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary; Had for all around gifts enough Paid by pain from hardest stuff: Iron, steel and animal hide While Mother Mary anguished deep inside At the foot

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions…

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions... short poem

Were alcohol to be available only with prescriptions, imagine what would happen to the alone & the broken hearted? Each moment of loneliness and every second of pain, would have to be accounted for, and measured in units of spirits.

Old Fashioned Roses

Old Fashioned Roses short poem

Our dawn falls with smile falling blind What constructed me, out soaring mine All the insecurities that you have shed Chained my glory in your empty dread I saw your imperfection and every flaw Still I could not resist, the

So

So short poem

There was that day when nothing happened a luminescent day when all we did was watch the river from above and try to figure out how pigeons live and think in cities “on the brink”? “oh, no, there’s plenty in

Duty And Natue

Duty And Natue short poem

Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the

Allow Me To Go

Allow Me To Go short poem

Sitting by the window I looked up to the sky Remembering you I don’t know why I cry Those moments, will they come back again Will destiny smile at me and I see you again But what if I meet

This Is Me

This Is Me short poem

Her wings were tidy, a little flutter now and then, She was always so close, to finally grasp her dream, So, when that day had finally come, that woman’s wings were clipped, She needed to let go, therefore, she flew

Rivals

Rivals short poem

Suppression and I were rivals Or so I thought; Since that summer which felt More like spring While striving to Suppress a laugh that Escaped my mouth, The hem of my t-shirt Stuffed into my mouth, Amidst an otherwise serious

Leviathans

Leviathans short poem

You had dug in deep to undo the garden. Civil war started between the yawning wounds. Whose side was time: in burning well of oil? The autocracy will bleed the earth till death. An island in the canal holds the

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Green, Rainy Winter

Green, Rainy Winter short poem

Drops of rain dripping from the eaves making an infernal noise like broken drums banged stubbornly by a naughty child. The dreams fly like a flock of frightened birds, it remains just the cold biting the hand that holds a

Memories Of Kashmir

Memories Of Kashmir ballad

It’s time now for me to go No more will I see falling snow The Daffodils that decorated the banks And now distance memories for a longing son Saffron and Apples, their fragrance I smell From a scent that once

A Tapestry Of Collages

A Tapestry Of Collages short poem

Life is a beautiful collage, Of intricately interwoven, Threads of memories- A significance of Life! It furls and unfolds, As time ticks by, Patterns of astonishing beauty- With memories of Life. A mulled collage of different hues, Enticed to flutter

Letting You Go

Letting You Go short poem

This is for you. For someone very special in my life. This is the least I could do. At least, before my afterlife. I know how much we’ve been through. I know how much you’ve suffered. For you, this isn’t

Goodbye 2016

Goodbye 2016 short poem

While the last hours set in motion I lend my memories for praising The moments of the year for dazing Much as I was stumped in my action. It isn’t the best I’ll ever come across; I bet, it’s the

What The Fly Saw

What The Fly Saw short poem

Of a sudden, I am alive It came, the curse, it’s me the Fly Realization Of my Sisyphisian plight To search To yearn To fly Ţo die Is it compulsion that drives me or is it a mission from God.

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

Lively Raindrops

Lively Raindrops short poem

Rain holds life, In every little drop, Hanging on every leaf and flower, Reflecting without a mask. Each lone drop, Has a story to tell, Of a struggle to hang on, In its journey. Like a teardrop, It falls from

The Apparitions Of A Dark Mind

The Apparitions Of A Dark Mind short poem

The apparitions of a lost mind From the dark corners of my apoetic void mind I have come to realize as I look into their eyes That it’s my right to live life bright Like every night because every finish

Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The

Climax Of The Ocean Tides

Climax Of The Ocean Tides short poem

It reminds me of the tides, either at dawn or high noon. Or on the 14th day of the lunar cycle of the moon. It reminds me of the incoming waves, that the tides wash ashore. Or the beating ripples

The Reality

The Reality short poem

The topic of discussion on Life and death appears futile When we are unaware how we came into the world Why should we be aware when we will be moving out of this world What we know is we are