Petal Poems

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

A Tiny Petal

A Tiny Petal short poem

A bumblebee cheated on a tiny petal by sucking its sweet nectar Tiny petal felt hurt, and went into desperation One ominous morning tiny petal breathed its last, and journey ended Now deceptive bee could no more steal the honeydew

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Poems containing references to : Petal

On Your Lips

On Your Lips short poem

On the lips of the lotus the softness of the rose is not there…. On the lips of the rose the pinkness of the lotus is not there…. But dear … on your sweet lips the pinkness of the lotus

A Musical Voyage

A Musical Voyage short poem

Your mind can trap you, in places you don’t want to be But music I have found, can always set you free Music can make you regal, a person of royalty Or the petal of a fragrant flower, the life

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

Literary Affair

Literary Affair short poem

Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines

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?

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha

Kirsche Dawn, Captcha prose poem

I know not whether it was of ginger, berry or bergamot _it was fabric and she wore it instantly like a shimmer_ voluptuous almond ‘vollmond’ of gothic ‘purpur’, voice creature telling glow-in-the-dark lies _beautiful. Entering. Barrel organ unravelled and chimes

Vibrant Life

Vibrant Life short poem

Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene

Song Of Freedom

Song Of Freedom short poem

Arms stretched high Voice pitched high Let me sing Song of freedom Tender shall be the song As the petal of fresh rose Fresh as the droplet of summer rain Sharper it shall be As the rains of winter sun

Bare Flesh On Sand

Bare Flesh On Sand long poem

Their fingers gently interlocking, each clasped the other’s hand. In silence whilst they slowly walked, on the soft, warm, evening sand. Just an occasional inquiring glance, into the other’s eyes. Spirits in a romantic waltz, such depth of feeling a

Be Not That Breeze

Be Not That Breeze prose poem

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

Molten Tears

Molten Tears short poem

savage was the bond of weakness; we were hiding behind the pain of decline, abdicating the singed shrine of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran like river of life amongst the flames, you

Lady In White

Lady In White ode

Black from face, A living grace, Behold her!!! She is the ‘Lady In White’. Flying High, Her consort’s cape, Died in War, She is the ‘Lady In White’. Tears escaping, Exuding her eyes, Rolling through her cheeks, She is the

Ancient Love Story

Ancient Love Story prose poem

At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not ballad

He loves me, he loves me not Broke up or tie the knot Just tell me I’ll be alright Does he loves me, or loves me not? On the count of three, I wanna see Dear calla lily, please tell

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived prose poem

Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

Rain The Rain

Rain The Rain ode

The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.

Love Sonnet 60

Love Sonnet 60 sonnet poems

I live in dreams, waiting for time to come, That bud I spied would open up someday, What had been days or scant minutes for some, Became those lonely centuries to me; As sun would tarry long before it dims,

A Rose Bloomed

A Rose Bloomed short poem

She was a flower, Blossoming in each direction she stepped. A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater. She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty. The spread of her fragrant

Oblivion

Oblivion poetry books

Book Profile: Oblivion Written over several years, oblivion traces the journey of author’s first love, as it moves from longing to being to loneliness. Each poem is complete in itself, capturing a singular aspect of love, a petal in its

Absence

Absence short poem

Moments when I need a fulcrum, Like now, when the need for your presence Hangs overwhelming harder than your memory. Now means not just this night Whose sky like is covered with a black orchid petal, Mourning sheet over the

Feelings 2

A walk in the garden, Your warm hand in mine. The sound of silence Fills the air. Listen, can you hear it? A butterfly tiptoes across a rose petal, A breeze carries a baby’s cry, This is God talking to

Everlasting Agony

Everlasting Agony long poem

When everything fell apart, The ache grew stronger in my heart. When the earth stopped spinning, The birds stopped chirping, And the flowers stopped blooming, Did you know what they were all saying? The dark, long winter night Took all

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Pursue

Pursue prose poem

Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition of Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”, For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed – “He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office

Summer Rain of a Dad

Summer Rain of a Dad short poem

He sounded very feeble Unlike the man he once was “I heard” he said “what you wrote” Picking on a Love Hate duel; An innocuous note that I have penned in an obscure magazine. “How come you feel that I

Relapse

Relapse short poem

So I’m a couple months clean. Is this all it really means? Suffocating with these urges. Seeing things I’ve never seen. People start to care. Some just like to stare. I used to be invisible. Thought it wasn’t fair. “Hey,

Remember When He Was I

Remember When He Was I short poem

When he was I, And I was he. We laid crying in the desert sands. Holding hands. Our friends burning nearby. The cities burning in the sky. Laughing, he squeezed my hand. Crying, he squeezed the trigger. Oh, how we

The Setting Sun

The Setting Sun ode

As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road.  Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,

Squirrel Watching

Squirrel Watching prose poem

Many are we who live and die, having never taken the time to smell the roses Or to behold the sometimes breathtaking beauty of a cloud in the sky Nor even to take a drive to the west side of

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted

The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

Atypical World

Atypical World short poem

A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,

Hungering

Hungering short poem

My hungering is not for Meat and bread, to be cherished, emotionally secure, for protection to embrace, Not close its eyes to my afflictions. For my dreams ‘n desires to be familiar Not be a foreign concept. For the dependable

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,

Process

Process short poem

Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first

Dear Friends

Dear Friends short poem

At the lowest ebb In the flowing stream Comes a stab of pain To make him scream Pills and potions Just dont seem to work And he’s pushed to the point Of going berserk Yet surrounded by love And dear

Beauty Is

Beauty Is short poem

Beauty is all around It knows no limits or bounds It is not hidden just waiting to be found Beauty is all around It shows itself by the sun in the sky It shows itself in the colour of your