Progress Poems

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

Progress With War

Progress With War long poem

The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of

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In The Woods

In The Woods prose poem

Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to

I Wonder

I Wonder long poem

I Wonder Who came up with the thought to own land, and then possessing even stones, water and sand? Nothing in this world will soon be cost free, price tag will even be set to the air we breathe. I

Poems containing references to : Progress

The Uncrowned Queen

The Uncrowned  Queen short poem

In my Solitude I looked all around- To sooth my mind. I noticed, a little Sparrow Starting its nest. Day by day, I watched the little bird The progress of construction was going on With small grasses and pieces of

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

River

River prose poem

I wish to be a river. Why do you laugh? I’m not joking, I really want to be a river Why? Just because River is not only a river. River is civilization. River is culture. River is humanity. River is

Be My Example

Be My Example short poem

Don’t fuss, give me two thumbs up. No one’s flawless, we all mess up. I’ll get it, don’t give up. Like the sun that shines in the day, moon at night, there’ll be a time when I’ll shine too. We

Are You Away From God’s Own Land?

Are You Away From Gods Own Land? long poem

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

Midnight On A Saturday Morning

Midnight On A Saturday Morning prose poem

Just past 7:00 AM on an early and sunny Saturday morning, I walked out my back door and onto the open patio In a very short while, I saw the beauty of the day slowly unfold A lovely June morning

Love Sonnet 227

Love Sonnet 227 sonnet poems

I searched the darkness in my side of night, So marking stars strewn in the Milky Way, Now made familiar by my searchful sight, That no more in the cosmos could I stray; Or will a better chance come with

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby short poem

A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads

Reality In Vision

Reality In Vision prose poem

I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do

Rain And Wind

Rain And Wind poetry books

A collection of poetry written by Srdjan Solkotovic. The themes are love, hate, death, hope and life. Its a collection of poems that will make you feel like on a roller coaster of emotions. In a world that’s shattered, in

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

I have three friends Born some time back Now making my whole World They are named I, Me, Myself Friends were many before Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu I need them no more As now I have I, Me, Myself Why

Here lies my hope

Here lies my hope short poem

Here Lies My Hope Where the dark turns to light Light turns to morning Morning turns to day Day turns to dusk Dusk turns to evening Here lies my hope Where man loves to live Live to be of good

Disguise

Disguise short poem

Disguise In our age of awakening Believing in ghosts or devils has become foreign To the consciousness Astonished at the progress of technology Empty minds even can not become devil’s workshop Refused to become But sensitivity realizes that Devil has

Welcome To Pakistan

Welcome To Pakistan short poem

Serene azure skies, dewy grasses and towering trees Divine, soothing and gentle is the forenoon’s breeze So fragrant is our soil, and couth is every rain Sightseers here buoyant on their visit remain The sun when yellows the unlit shadowy

London Town

London Town short poem

Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we

My Love is Like the Ocean

My Love is Like the Ocean long poem

Tumbling over One after another The waves crash left and right Crossing each other Coming together, cancelling out Rippling white ridges of white violent foam And yet This is not where the real power lies The outward grey-green breakers fall

Oh, Please Give Me A Break!

Oh, Please Give Me A Break! short poem

Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language

Catalytic Apparition

Catalytic Apparition short poem

There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal

Lata Mangeshkar Sings Songs Of Love

Lata Mangeshkar Sings Songs Of Love short poem

The ants are at the banana in advance of the beneficence of the sun a brown on brown crime as three tribes have extended hungry mandible-tipped spears to carry back the rich flesh within the maws of their concrete oases

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps

Burning Desire

Burning Desire long poem

I try to take care of it all on my own, I pray that this will remain unknown, They have no idea the level of shame, When they have to take care all over again. There are some who make

Evolution Revolution New World Order.

Evolution Revolution New World Order. prose poem

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically. It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,washing away the old

Sculpture

Sculpture prose poem

Identity is a sculpture Sculpted by force Internally Externally By choice We are born blocks Our guardians make the first mark They share the chisel with others With society And the work in progress is put on display How it

Attention Crusaders

Attention Crusaders long poem

There’s a saying I know well, The road to hell, Is paved with good intentions, Pay attention crusaders, Freedom fighters, And bigot haters, When I was young, At heart and in mind, My kind of justice, Was just as true,

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo!

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo! long poem

I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign

The Times They Are A Changing.

The Times They Are A Changing. prose poem

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

Seeing In Future

Seeing In Future short poem

Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread We will have new civilization growing with

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

That

That short poem

I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.

The Shivering At Nights

The Shivering At Nights short poem

I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As

Lotus

Lotus short poem

In a cool blanket of water floating, the expansive green leaf gliding, on a lake serene and shimmering, caressed by the breeze mesmerizing, with tranquility So alluring. A symbol of vastness, a sign of openness, pink and white they float

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Chains

Chains long poem

Brought over in physical chains, treated like insects. The belief that one’s background, determines who he is and will be. Though times have passed, the chains remain. Not only for those who were brought in it, but all those who

The Trial Of Our Lives

The Trial Of Our Lives prose poem

Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress

Kalam-has He Departed Part 2

Kalam has He Departed Part 2 long poem

Where he fixed the features of his mental image what he thought and what tells vividly his visage He planned a journey of progress for present to start When his country would cover that with spirit of heart In future

Examinations – A Devil Part 3

Examinations – A Devil Part 3 short poem

The only thing which restrain Our progress and does train Us to locate the farthest wain And show us how we are wane. Exams by force does restrain Our growth changes into inane. We found nobody to explain Why teachers