Prologue Poems

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

Tale Of An (un)ending Love

Tale Of An (un)ending Love long poem

Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both

Poems containing references to : Prologue

The Troubled Faith

The Troubled Faith short poem

That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps

The Space Between

The Space Between long poem

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Just Cried

Just Cried short poem

Do not want to foresee; the unknown me. On the tip of tongue a stunted silence with singularity sits. Me and my lantern burn in dark. Thumbs down: the compact seeking in failed state alters the future generation. A reverse

Beginning Begun

Beginning Begun short poem

In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about

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To Braze A Star

To Braze A Star long poem

You raise me from my deathlike slumber- only to die out in silence like a shooting star. With sweet words you buffer- my heart into a steaming samovar! Your frown sinks like a smiting bolder- ruining my entire day like

Serendipity… The Ultimate Pleasure

Serendipity... The Ultimate Pleasure short poem

Serendipity.. That scaffold where our crescentic fantasy will be harmonized !! Serendipity.. That arc where those invisible chords will be mesmerized !!! Serendipity… That horizon, where nothing will be contrasting but only one mimic , one feeling , one rhythm

My Fair World

My Fair World short poem

I search you, hear and there, In all corners at all spheres! I speak to you and I swear, But you can’t hear! In your wide eyes, my presence I search, In my sweet dreams your friendship I urge! In

Fruits of your absence

Fruits of your absence prose poem

Orchard eyes. like a poster on a wall they followed me and now even your empty frame still haunts me. I spent the last seven days trying to convince myself that the couch is not a sinking ship and you

Lake Song

Lake Song short poem

Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make

Beautiful Her…

Beautiful Her... long poem

Her alarm goes off beside her, A rough start to a rough day, She pulls on the first clothes she sees, And continues on her way. The women on her sidewalk, Seem to have life all worked out, They don’t

Let’s Start Over Again

Lets Start Over Again short poem

Yet another day without your smile… Don’t do this to me, wait for a while… Listen I miss you I can’t say this expressly… I didn’t mean things to turn out this way, so ugly… Don’t leave me in lurch,

Meaningfulness Of Life

Meaningfulness Of Life prose poem

Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

Velvety Return

Velvety Return short poem

Like a dung beetle you were guarding the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away, a grain of ache in my tooth. Why you had to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust? A stone in the heart,

The Seeds Of Today

The Seeds Of Today short poem

All of the flowers of all the tomorrows Are held in the seeds of today All of the dreamers have moments they borrow Without much intent to repay All of the highways in all new directions Are open to all

Another Dimension

Another Dimension short poem

Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no

Vide Et Credere

Vide Et Credere short poem

It is not about how much you losing when fallen down it is about how much strength you have to pull self up and start things over again, this is what defines you that whom you are, when you are

Undoing

Undoing short poem

A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in

Again Falling In Love

Again Falling In Love short poem

I don’t belong to me, to you, to her, to him. Who are you, I ask myself again falling in love for a tender shoot, uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners? I was watching a small birdie hopping against

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Gossamer canal– Gondolier into inky emptiness Harried lights twinkling beyond. Peristaltic whoosh Ice mountain collapses To intrusive echoes From a world less traveled. Nostrils cleared Eyes wiped clean Swaddled Into a mazel-trampled world. The lackeys lay claim To another Borne

The Moth

The Moth short poem

Velvety fur so soft and smooth, Brown wings of hope clinging to the truth; It’s hirsute body glowing in the plethora of the fire, The moth flies an inch closer; Wings of fire, it still flies, An evanescent memory of

My Place

My Place short poem

The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two. Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

Waiting..

Waiting.. short poem

There is this emptiness That’s been looming since long… That everyone else’s effort To fill it, seems wrong…! But still hope screams – You’ve got to stay strong…!! As there is someone For whom you belong…! It’s just a matter

Fear Of The Dark

Fear Of The Dark prose poem

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

I want to know

I want to know short poem

I want to know why, I want to know how how I feel like this and why it came now I always thought I would never lose my rhyme but without you I know that there is no time no

Say My Name

Say My Name short poem

Since ages I’ve waited, that you’ll take my name; hoping without hope, you felt the same. Signs I gave, but you did not see; your heart hurt because of me, that cannot be. To love is to be alive, to

Hues

Hues short poem

They weren’t as bright as they used to be, Slowly chipping off the wall Faded and dying In the form of broken crumbs Of coloured plaster. Intricately separated by a line of black Throughout their lives They realized their lifelong

Battle Cries

Battle Cries short poem

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a far-away, fragile gaze, where once a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain of battered beseeching

Sunset

Sunset short poem

Oh how the sun played peek-a-boo with my eyes, as I walked down the path betwixt the trees early one eve. In the blink of my eye, she peeped out, and winked, giving me a taste of her bright smile.

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

Christ’s Life And Poetry

Christs Life And Poetry short poem

The unnameable voice whispers with a breath made solely from light –Its voice speaks a vocabulary uttered as vast permutations: migratory flocks, tree leaves, innumerable insects… tropes, colors, atoms and not least, the miscounted stars significantly smaller than the total

The Eloquent Ordinary

The Eloquent Ordinary short poem

My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

The Painter

The Painter short poem

Behold, you are in the presence of the painter of man May his brushstrokes be kind as he paints your essence He sees right into your soul as he paints the inner you Your canvas is life, may the hues

Beauty

Beauty prose poem

…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (centennial 2015)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (centennial 2015) long poem

Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or

No answers

No answers short poem

How rash can rash be how fast can I burn out how do i become shooting star how do I make people see what they don’t want to see or do I have anything to show at all the sun