Presuming Poems

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

Smile

Smile short poem

Presuming SMILE is life , I Made it a habit to smile all the way I started walking with a smiling face My sudden change brought in varied reaction Some responded with a counter smile Some reciprocated with laughter Some

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No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

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To The Faceless Farmer

To The Faceless Farmer short poem

The hopes of a harvest seem distant, Beneath yonder scalding sun. Oh destinies are you penitent, For all that you have done. The money- lenders scream beyond the din, Of your crying starved children. Dreams in your eyes and a

Where’s My Mother?

Wheres My Mother? long poem

Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That

One For The Road

One For The Road short poem

‘Do have some lemonade, ‘ (aqua tofana*) she’d said, the sweetest of smiles on her face. ‘It’s so hot out there’ – waved her fan in the air – adjusted mantilla of lace. He twirled his moustache (the Chief of

Sleep, Sleep O Moon

Sleep, Sleep O Moon short poem

Sleep, O drowsy moon Laying on garden path As winter sets in. Condensing mist In foaming gist Plays with chill shadows.. Her abrasive form Cold as snow Stiffen all loves. Why she is awake still Like a haunted spirit Brings

Grow Old With You

Grow Old With You short poem

I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay, believe. I don’t want you to go. I want you here even if it hits my ego. You are my Sun in the morning. My moon in the evening.

Say What You Mean

Say What You Mean short poem

Human spirit, man of the hour; Mirror shatters, sun and showers. Picture of youth lost in a fire, Summer is gone, now is the hour. Living alone brings peace of mind; I need a piece of pie to feed my

There Will Be Days

There Will Be Days prose poem

Today I met a stranger, he was nice but his thoughts were dangerous. But he seems to be nice. Let me tell you what he Said to me about the future The man says; There will be days, When our

Two Flowers And The Bird

Two Flowers And The Bird short poem

Alas! it’s me who fell down in love! But one who got a crown in love, Almost alike both are pretty flowers, Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers, I was shy I could not sing in love, And you

Close The Circle

Close The Circle short poem

Why are you packing up for final journey? I am not getting the signals from the stars through the amnesia. The moon will rise on the desolate landscape of broken dreams A shudder gives away. You always pursued incompleteness. So

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I Cry long poem

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode I suffer

Shooeso

Shooeso short poem

Falling out of a hole, burning liquid pours onto me it’s almost like my home, what a common place. I can’t leave. I just save face. a race against my watch are my acting days as Sisyphus. No one can

Talking To A Friend

Talking To A Friend short poem

Living between the deaths as a witness to a silence between the words. Leaves had fallen: yet a dry tree was still flowering exuberantly under a scorching sun. My day has come, but I was far away from shores of

Crush

Crush short poem

A lovely day With a bit sun ray, Green area with tree Corner full of bee, Roaming to collect honey. Nothing felt well When my pocket is out of money. Felt so sad But not so bad. Went on the

My Five-five-fingers

My Five five fingers long poem

I My five-five-fingers of my hands Zestfully lived In serenity. The three thrill fingers of my right hand: Thumb, index finger and middle finger Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully Amongst her BROTHERS: They rested gleefully upon the placid, SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART. II

Once Again

Once Again short poem

The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let

Unspoken Words!

Unspoken Words! long poem

I once had your heart and you reforged mine A shimmering one with your artisan hands Fragile as it was, yet it felt safe in your clasp Every word I spoke, a reflection of your love Every song had a

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

Those Eyes

Those Eyes short poem

I know him by his words I know him from his thoughts But at times he’s like a stranger I’m not sure if I know him or not. Then he looks into my eyes And in that moment I can

The End Of The World

The End Of The World short poem

Do you think it’s the end? the wild waves foaming over the gardens of paradise the sinners still floating The rich getting richer the poor slobbering in poverty down the dark trails of doom homeless and starving Do you think

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Marionette

Marionette short poem

O my sweet heart, make me your marionette… Colour me white, black, green and scarlet Keep me in your Golden heart rich Lets play set all to bewitch Let your hairlocks be my strings Fill your love in my magical

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

The Mystery Of Love

The Mystery Of Love short poem

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

What has become of me

What has become of me short poem

what has become of me in this land of nonsense where I trivialize myself for the notion called love why do I expect what is not to be why do I desire what is not mine why do I seek

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

Aggravation

Aggravation short poem

Indeed if I play the victim can’t feign but it’s a fact Balance forever skewed short changed not exact Deprived of a fair share in an equitable level field In situations near similar had always but me yield Moments utter

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

Oh My Childhood

Oh My Childhood short poem

Those memorable childhood days are getting rewinded and I am now feeling an upbeat mood. Look like my buddies remained there while I feel I was pushed out far away Those mischievous friends, Those nerve racking games, Those magnificent swings,

Alone

Alone short poem

I am consumed with leaving one foot in the door and a portion of my brain the size of a doubled walnut begins to perform calculations how long a stay means eagerness how long obligation how long politeness how long

The Music Never Stops

The Music Never Stops prose poem

Love stands in the corner at a party it might not have been invited to. Waiting for a boy who is too shy to say that it isn’t the drink he ordered. Or for a girl who is trying her

Who Is She?

Who Is She? long poem

To those of you who do not know her I think I have a lot to say about her Her simplicity only makes me ponder That there can never be any other one like her To my excellent Cecilia The

Aura

Aura long poem

Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine

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

Was It Worth The Wait?

Was It Worth The Wait? short poem

Was it worth the wait? Even though the time couldn’t last Even though it was so short Was it worth the wait? How long do we have to wait? So the world can see It was meant to be Tell

Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

When love begins to die

When love begins to die long poem

When love begins to die, I call for a gathering of clouds, ‘where are you taking all the rains we had stored in our hearts, me and my beloved?’ and the clouds say to me, ‘oh! you just waste them

Silent Prayers

Silent Prayers short poem

The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry, we were thirsty. Untwining

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours