Pent Up Poems

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

Final

Final short poem

I write For one last time Not for anyone But for me To express thoughts Feelings Emotions Everything Spilled out on a blank page And to write all that comes to mind The struggles And the happiness The thoughts pour

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Tale Of The Shower Drops

Tale Of The Shower Drops short poem

Drop by drop they follow to shower, Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow. Sounding in a delightful drizzle, Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home,

O’ Woman

O Woman short poem

It Breaks my heart Rips my soul apart When every morning the newspaper reads And various news feeds, talk about Girls and women, young and old being savagely raped and killed or sold It breaks my heart Rips my soul

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

Odyssey

Odyssey long poem

after turning on the front porch light they laid poison around the flowerstems at dusk got their bellies comfortable with the moist dark dirt the snails came as ships creating their own waves sailing out of their own shadows slow

Another Million Words..

Another Million Words.. short poem

No matter how much I say , No matter how much you do, I still have a million more to relay, To reveal ,to pour out to you; I love the conversations, I love the parting hug, I love the

A Promethean Poem

A Promethean Poem short poem

I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,

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Priority In Life

Priority In Life short poem

Aspires every one for prosperity Some slog to achieve it on priority Some dreams to get it on charity One giving priority will forego life’s beauty One taking it easy will enjoy life’s serenity The successful one will die as

That Day And This Day

That Day And This Day short poem

Then young & handsome Now old & ugly Then very active and efficient Now passive & inefficient Wise & sharp then Foolish & stupid now Attractive romantic hero then Scary & hated villain now Teeth were a shining diamond then

If Only

If Only prose poem

If only I could be the rash, On your delicate, fair skin, That makes you want to touch, And scratch me till I subside. If only I could be the lash, Fallen from your lovely eye, That you gently exhale

Missing You

Missing You short poem

So much closer are our hearts ; Then why we both are this apart . With you I want to get up every morning ; Every moment I need you ! my darling . I want to watch you all

Dear Santa…

Dear Santa... short poem

Hello Santa, do you remember me, I wrote you a letter last year, I’ve been the good girl I promised I’d be, Even though it may not always appear. I tried so hard never to cry, When I didn’t get

The Glow Before The Sunset

The Glow Before The Sunset prose poem

”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

10:32 Pm

10:32 Pm short poem

Is it possible to only think in rhymes? To string words together like tunes in a chime, To connect the dots like expressions to a mime, And get it right each and every time? I’m not a ‘poet’ of that

Beautiful Nature

Beautiful Nature long poem

The sun rises high up in the sky Come out of bed don’t be lazy don’t be shy Welcome dear morning make it a wonderful day Always be happy always be gay!! Oh the dewdrops on the leaves tiny pearls

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma sonnet poems

He did not fathom my words; Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds. I was at my wits end; But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend. What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander; I lacked the candour

I’m A Beggar

Im A Beggar short poem

I wish to show you the depth of my heart But I’m afraid my love Darkness rules it Can you rule the darkness and be the light for me Can you shine in my depth or are you afraid dear

Farther Away

Farther Away short poem

To disconnect oneself you push apart, from the stasis, like flesh from the bones. Coming home becomes dreadful when you discover yourself. A dark energy impels you in a cosmos which was drifting towards eternity. A fight between space &

The Game

The Game short poem

If the game were to have what we wanted All the time, with each impulse, and when With the waits infinitesimal heartbeats So you get what you want, with no pain Without leaping, or jumping, or running Without straining, or

I.d.i.o.t

I.d.i.o.t short poem

A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I

Geometry

Geometry short poem

You catch what was convenient for age of denial. The exit. Not being for nothing, a better half of a belief. Dependence was increasing on wounds inflicted on others. I stop at the mid of road to turn or not

This Is Not Another Love Song

This Is Not Another Love Song long poem

Well and it’s a winter wonderland tonight by the light of a bright full moon but THIS IS NOT ANOTHER LOVE SONG oh no it’s more like a dagger through the heart and a ghost from the past come home,

Death

Death long poem

in this December and January of my 70th year death has had me at its beck and call in a way it never has before daily I feel it and know it every day I know you know we all

Cost Of Love

Cost Of Love short poem

Such beautiful religions cutting across proclaiming love, sharing, forgiveness for all God came down earth while people followed got healed, blessed, punished and compassionately erect Yet some chose to balance against His pull proclaiming dissent to their years of belief

You

You short poem

What if I told you I think you’re perfect Beautiful forests in your eyes When I look at them I see where my dream hides And I have been hanging on every word you said to me I want to

The Fall Of A Man

The Fall Of A Man long poem

loner in the desert incapable of enjoying the stars knight of no man’s land cannot stand on his own desperate for a touch ‘pathetic’, they shout and wonder how he lost his mind love only made him weaker as life

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch, The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a life. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

Enigmatic

Enigmatic short poem

Spiral staircase, Damp wooden floor, Mighty spider’s shelter- an ominous grey cobweb, Flakes of wall Integrated the mansion. The landlord was superannuated from life Without taking his pension. The dark lonely aisle struggles To utter some bright stories, Throwing light

Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in

Wasteland

Wasteland short poem

Corpses floating in the river A child slowing dying at the roadside Watching men unload massive sacks of rice She pleaded and cried Gunshots heard in the night Screams for mercy unheard The smell of death filled the air Lifeless

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now short poem

Walk with me, till moon rises on the griefs of the dark, and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. On the erected dome when the golden leaves start a flame which throws up an image of a prophet. My

My New Home

My New Home long poem

I feel all alone In a dark place with no sign of life Sign of life being happiness and love The dark place is in my head Cause I have created this place for myself to escape the reality The

A Moment

A Moment prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

Men Of Nantucket

Men Of Nantucket short poem

The moon casts a shadow stretching across cold murky water embraced by the winds all rushing towards their impending loss and men seek forgiveness for all their sins Ripples of water embrace their cold face as tiredness cajoles their drooping

I Search

I Search short poem

I search for depth in my shallow life I search for height on a low divide I search for purpose yet unfound I search for dreams stashed in the ground I search for souls that are themselves I search for

Recompense

Recompense short poem

Don’t mourn my brethren in effect you must rejoice The cause of contention lies silenced forever voice Futile is moving penance it’s just a transitory phase When hated my presence then why play up of praise Worthy never deemed living

Maa’s Love

Maas Love short poem

A mother and son returning from the school mother carrying the heavy bag and the bottle in one hand, another fully extended— covering the child’s head with a palm overworked lending little shade from the scorching Mumbai sun her own

Zombie

Zombie ode

Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The