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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To A Butterfly

To A Butterfly short poem

You raise your wings like an angelic insect, sent with a goodwill message to deliver. Hovering around flowers gay with a gentle touch, and the kiss of life of a kindhearted fairy. You are truly blameless of anything scary, bringing

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane elegy

Dismantled by your dance of the dead, that disfigured dialect. Assurance in our arrangement is altered. Why conjure this apparition? While I am solely safe, sent softly? Sweet sorrow summons spirit. Fabricated bliss felt; her familiar face Flown to my

Ango

Ango ode

The pleasure of anxiety being in its far remove a perpetual huntress Forwards, backwards at all moments present fully swift lithe arm holds a dagger ever changing form and mass one moment a broad baselard next a tight stilletto willy

My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams

My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams ode

My deep eyes owe a few colourful dreams Blue Waters are dancing in the quiet streams I still play with the chocolate ice-creams Rubbing them against lips While licking those delicious creams Equally touching my hairband strips My dreams chase

The Unfound

The Unfound ode

Worry not you by water bound Or disturb your sleeping state If words, simple nor profound Mark there your resting place For those who look upon this deep This vast, this treacherous, churning ground Who in the bone your memory

The Pursuit Of Verve

The Pursuit Of Verve short poem

I seek a guide I seek a moment I seek an event I seek the will to live again I seek the courage to love again I seek to not regret I seek to write out of joy I seek

Indelible Petrichor

Indelible Petrichor short poem

Grey billow of clouds So hopeful these are Filled with watery pearls Guaranteeing remedial shower Flashes of light Sounds of accosting thunder Declares to the dead world Charging to live the real wonder Season’s first kiss Between rain and earth

Untitled

Untitled short poem

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Bid me go..

Bid me go.. long poem

When darkness comes calling, When the secret missive is sent, then shall I seek from you, the answers unsought for life.. When it is time to depart, when death do us part, then will I look to you for that

Reality

Reality short poem

For a moment I see things turning beautiful all seems to be the way I wanted: the way they were in the past. For a moment my tears dissipated from my eyes and a bright smile lights up my face.

Alzheimer: Show Them Love To Live Again.

Alzheimer: Show Them Love To Live Again. long poem

Give them love, show them understanding- make them feel the person- they once were; their dignity, never take away from them, their self-respect, without hesitation you must maintain. Memory may be gone, storage and retrieval mechanism may have collapsed; like

Secluded Corners

Secluded Corners short poem

In some secluded corners of my heart, the blood turns cold, I feel a chill, in this warmed breeze, I am turning cold, lifeless, no emotions I’m left with, The voices I hear are just cracked up sound. In the

Not For Just Now

Not For Just Now prose poem

I was all alone this while in search of a real friend As a routine,heart wanders back in time(s) Awakens the memories in my mind; Back in the days..that cheering, screaming and yelling I never remember that day, when we

Limit Line

Limit Line short poem

That limit that line that determines defines Harder than ever to motivate the inside to find The light that once was and searching to still remain My secret my heart felt love of inner flame Warming me ever so softly

Sinking Boatmen

Sinking Boatmen short poem

The name, went begging to yield. Dispute was becoming a point of disorder. A fire on ice, I was burning inside. Unabated, the storm was raging in bush. The candor was lost. We were drying up in shade. One eccentric

Lovers

Lovers short poem

Lovers are doomed right from the start, because they follow their hearts. Just because… They leave behind the sanity of their minds. The sheer magnitude of emotions. The scary depth of feeling turns them blind. Their hearts so full of

Portrait of Serenity

Portrait of Serenity short poem

Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me

Breached

Breached short poem

Pensive is my mood today, Tears fill the eyes, which smiled yesterday. Am I still the one … who worshipped love? Are you still the one … my epitome of trust? Your levity brings a weird thought, So ephemeral is

Poems By The Fire

Poems By The Fire short poem

My second chance is bristling in a fire but you were here you could have changed the conversation, you could have given me your touch, but it dissolved into yesterday, and a furnace I’m a dead man, heart locked away

A Soldier’s Message

A Soldiers Message elegy

Don’t cry for me… I’ve met my destiny And found solace in the soil that covers me. Look beyond my grave Gather the stones, guns, bullets and grenades Build them into wheels For windmills, bicycles and trains. Look into children’s

No Tomorrow

No Tomorrow prose poem

-Good morning Captain! Hey you there… May you have a day full of life! -Am I late captain? Who cares! Look at the horizon. It seems to be dawn Or the dusk… -It’s hard to believe they look the same

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

Goblins

Goblins short poem

Goblins have lived in our trees for years They have green eyes, and great big ears They come out on a summer night And swing from the branches in the pale moonlight They walk in the trees, and talk goblin

Her

Her short poem

Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and

Radio Man

Radio Man short poem

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of

The Beauty Sleep

The Beauty Sleep short poem

In the psychiatric hospital, angels have fever blisters because of too much powdered milk, swollen still hot from soft plastic cups as pink as their fingernails lacking calcium, Their wings hidden under dressing gowns made of felt, they grow beyond

English Cowboy

English Cowboy short poem

I see a Cowboy walking down the street… He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been. He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him. If I bought

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

Sleep My Little One!

Sleep My Little One! short poem

The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests And the fierce wind has calmed down

Together Forever

Together Forever long poem

When I looked into your eyes I knew you were the one Love was the essence of my mere existence Those walks in the park all alone We were both holding are own Sweet kisses and the poems would flow

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

This Day

This Day short poem

It was inheritance of pain. I should have known. Incontinent, she was scared to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator,

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.