Prettier Poems

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

Mirror

Mirror short poem

“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me.

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Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

Painful Love

Painful Love ballad

All I feel is sorrow. Without your love I am sure there will be no tomorrow. Your love seems to only bring me pain. It is like a stinging rain. You lie and cheat. All I feel is utter defeat.

Friends And Foe

Friends And Foe long poem

Hey you, just a dot in the sky, I know how big you are, there, I know distance is the foe, you fear, Divided by light years, Trust me, diminished infinitesimally, You look prettier. We all have foes and friends,

An Urchin Love

An Urchin Love long poem

With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers

A Better World

A Better World prose poem

The world is changing fast and with it the way people relate to one another The manner in which people love their significant others is not to bother Unless there is an ulterior motive like pleasure, wealth or fame to

Again I Realized

Again I Realized prose poem

Ah! woke up again and I realized, her baby is prettier than her eyes, and looks picture perfect with her hubby in! Then why do I still feel her eyes, staring? and her tender voice clearer than ever! her beauty

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Jigsaw

Jigsaw long poem

Children laughing when at play, bright sun rising to greet the day Sweet cream added in my morning coffee, horses munching hay A rusty nut that just breaks free, an ancient majestic noble tree Wind at my back true point

Life

Life short poem

Life is a noble cloak Put on by each soul on earth May be silky, smooth or rough But everyone should wear it with We can wear it unstained We’re free to make its shape We may sometimes tear or

Fear Not

Fear Not short poem

Fear not, my friends, of dreaming For those who call themselves realists, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends, of loving For those who call themselves heartbroken, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends,

Love Sonnet 10

Love Sonnet 10 sonnet poems

My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams, Reality became a twilight maze, An interlude between silvery beams, And tropic sun’s scorching, hot, blinding blaze; As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep, And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy

The Fall

The Fall short poem

I was the only traveler of that night, Too timid to turn back around, I walked with my shadow- That never let me forget who am I… I aptly listened to my footsteps And the wind whispering to me; I

Midnight Demon’s Ditty

Midnight Demons Ditty long poem

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

People

People short poem

People fascinate me With their colourful qualities. People frighten me With their capacity for cruelty. People inspire me Indicating a world of beauty. People make me feel love. Some make me bow; For their know how. People enrich my life,

Navigating

Navigating short poem

One crisp scaffold. Was it possible that it became generous? For the street which turns the mutation into xenograft. I pretend to be which I am not for fear of dying daily or sleep no more in the lineage of

Happy Poem!

Happy Poem! short poem

Heaps and heaps of words Stuck in desperation, mute, blind I un-turn pages and unfold stories A deliberate, hysterical rewind A happy poem they ask for Color, dance and delight I dig out thoughts, restlessly Terrified letters turn white A

In The Garden Of Gethsemane

In The Garden Of Gethsemane short poem

I tossed back the hot questions before searching the answer. Flaming torso of a limbless man was seeking a place to rest his soul. I inhale the death’s pungent odour so opiating and so brutal. Burning train chokes the windows

Lakescape

Lakescape short poem

After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails.

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

A Big Idea?

A Big Idea? short poem

The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find

Faceless Angels

Faceless Angels short poem

I never got to see you, Say goodnight or hold your hand, The tragedy of faceless angels, Taken off to fates dark and cruel land. I loved you from the moment, You were created in the womb, Little did I

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,

Farewell To College Days….

Farewell To College Days.... long poem

I wonder how soon these days passed away I look back and feel it was yesterday…………………..1 When floors of this institution did I first tread I remember the nervousness that I had had……..….2 An amazing journey it has been for

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Search

Search short poem

SEARCH What is it that we are looking for? Validation? Connection? Approval? Appreciation? Applause? Respect? Love? Acceptance? What is it that drives us on? What is it that gives us hope? What is it that makes us carry on? What

The Mist Of Love

The Mist Of Love short poem

‘The mist of love That flows in the air Is felt in the heart That truly cares And though only A fleeting chance Still it was a great And fine romance Our love was fragile Like the wind that blows

Popinjay Tree

Popinjay Tree long poem

I have a tree tall, virid, and shady. Like the moon I see from my car- It follows me and shines all the way! Some like me glance at it as they pass by- while many linger under it like

A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another

One Fine Day

One Fine Day short poem

The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

The Bride

The Bride prose poem

I had just jumped out of a puddle of water and Then walked through the garden before I entered The living room of my house I don’t remember how old I was then but I know I was small enough

To my white eyed trampoline

To my white eyed trampoline short poem

White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.

Genesis

Genesis short poem

Back in time. Staring back they are. Wondering about the Ancients they do. Wondering about those who came before. Deep history exploring. Digital archeology, searching. Searching for the Genesis planet. Ancestor programs churned by quantum simulators looking. Looking for probable

Chatter Boxes

Chatter Boxes short poem

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals long poem

Thankfully I was never bullied at school but for this poem I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who was. Bullying hurts and leaves a permanent scar! Laughed at, taunted, left all alone, You tell me to

Without You

Without You short poem

It has been so long So many years That I haven’t seen you My heart craves for your presence, for your love At night I don’t count the stars I just look at them Because they look beautiful and they

She Who Never Lived

She Who Never Lived short poem

“Her eyes, they said, sparkled like the stars, Her merry laughter, they said, could be heard from afar. Her hair, they said, fell in dark brown curls, She was the prettiest amongst even the prettiest of girls. Her smile, they

Committed

Committed short poem

A flash point in ocean becomes omnivorous eating the boats. The sharks unstick and sleep on waves for another abeyance. Sitting on the wheels of a tank, men waited for the revolution to scoop a scorched motherhood where the children

Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes ode

The baker said, I want brown. Sin-steeped chocolate sauce, Caramel crusty and burnt, Cashew roasted to an infinite dark. The painter said, I want brown. Raw umber, tempered With a downy fawn and spiked With shots of bronze. The chef