Propose Poems

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

A Rose To Propose

A Rose To Propose short poem

Aye, the rose stands alone with subtle powers to atone solitude and faith, will behold love between souls unfold Sadness flees, hands clutch tears melt away, hearts touch lips meet, with a tender grace two people face, lovingly embrace Silent

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Time Surpasses Immortality

Time Surpasses Immortality long poem

When pinch of godly emotions diluted Into optical fusion of matted commotions And the whole concealed constellation Beguiled its proclaim in dismal dismay, Gurgling upsurges fused with a shy smile Amidst the mute chambers of heavy heads. Nothing like bleak

Proposal

Proposal short poem

The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon; The legacy of beings of every Earth Lives through its connections. A tale of geese of the morning sky, Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity. Owing to misapprehension 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

O My Valentine

O My Valentine long poem

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing

To Gift

To Gift short poem

When I see you, I feel nobody around me, I get mesmerized in you, Because you’re so beautiful, You are the princess of my life, I’m the one who loves you the most, I promise that I will be always

Opening Night

Opening Night long poem

Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! Characters are mean and clean I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards Move in the way of hearts or diamonds

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A Delusion

A Delusion short poem

Mirror O mirror , Fair,unbiased , Thou showst what you see A form of me, Without preconceptions Sylvia Plath quotes, Humans shy from your ability , Efforts thrived , To hid behind veil of hypocrisy, Mirror O truth, The Recite

Timeshaker

Timeshaker short poem

Those ruins of tomorrow Could they make me hollow? On the wings of hope this day, Swinging from the blue skies… the flight of despair stuck in the cries. Teased by the winds, Pushed by the blinds, Waking up to

Singing Woods

Singing Woods short poem

Walking out of the body I was drowned, accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow. A wide circle of testosterone giving pardon to a sin becomes sexless. You were overwhelmed by the missed beats. Your prosaic crime of not fathering

My Child

My Child long poem

I am here for you, my child I beg you to not fret. for we are here in any time of need. Whether it be during the long and sleepless nights, or the mornings where nothing ever happens. You need

No Distance In Love

No Distance In Love short poem

I crossed too many oceans, Not alone but with a heart, That rode the tides of life, Of which you were a part. You were always a part of me, Within me if not beside, You were one with me,

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

A Note From Heaven

A Note From Heaven short poem

No more tears darling daughter Dad loves your tingling laughter. It pains to see you whine and cry To console you with a hug,I try But you know that it is far As now I am a twinkling Star. No

Amnesia

Amnesia short poem

I woke up in a hospital room Outside it was a full moon And I was on my feet soon Thinking how am I here? And I feared That I had amnesia I was in Italy But till yesterday I

Truth

Truth short poem

Speech is silver but silence is gold, But I prefer to speak as I am bold, I am fed-up of lies, can’t speak any more, Where is the truth that I may adore? I want to speak the truth, I

Eyes Of Genesis

Eyes Of Genesis short poem

Each caress of sea breeze in my eyes brings gentle rhythm of foam rippling up the beach. Grasshopper-green seaweeds, crystal-white pebbles shine brightly near my toe-nails. They mirror dreamy eyes, welcoming the micro-sparkles in each foamy row of bubbles. But

Disbelievingly

Disbelievingly short poem

Fraternising the needles on abbreviated lips. Handful of sand hauling uphill. Code of particles feels the entire lie. You wear mauve when I cry. Like diatoms in eyes. Erase the sun from my hairs. I am turning black. The brine

Four Seasons

Four Seasons prose poem

There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?”

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?” long poem

Stranger, why should I not smile at you? Why should we be entrapped under false separations of race, color, caste, creed or any duality? Are not we beings cast in the image of God? Is not all – one! We

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

Memories With Numerous Melodies-

Memories With Numerous Melodies  long poem

Few moments of life spent in your arm. Few seconds of weird thoughts caused no harm Few seasons of prolonged fights And a brief glance of beautiful sights, Are what I shall carry as a memory- A memory with numerous

Curator’s Exhibition

Curators Exhibition short poem

Eyes do speak. It’s funny how they perceive the things around. The broken conversations heard by fully complexed ears. I believed that I’d be ok. The conclusions that eyes draw. Never making sense of the words heard. I believed it

Green Vision

Green Vision short poem

In a starry night an adolescent thought starts a rivalry. A baby moon squirms. No hour was safe from terror in dark. I climb the stairs breathlessly. The great divide deepens in hearts. Incisors bite the tongue, grey cells bleed

School Life

School Life short poem

school life just like in a child’s dream like a bird to be taught to fly and live primary classes to higher classes step by step I learnt to live and understand life better than ever Terrific weightage of books

The Nurse

The Nurse short poem

she’s all alone again just a moment composing herself without a mirror tremors in her chest her rib cage trying to collapse upon her heart the first one – years distant was her grandfather on the carpeted steps next to

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels long poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Corpse Is Being Sent

Corpse Is Being Sent short poem

In the stand-off between stolen history and presiding deity. Priest was hanged, while a blue cloud was shedding the yellow moon. Who was selling God on the road? A tall coconut tree was my home; all but your mouth was

The Door

The Door prose poem

The Door// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering

The Gush

The Gush prose poem

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,

The Knock

The Knock short poem

Lo and behold that feeling once more has returned To tease, test and torment dead past willfully spurned From window shut forever heard unmistakable creak A portent of ensuing havoc and destruction it’ll wreak Dilemmas deemed sorted in archives since

The Love Of Mistaken Identities

The Love Of Mistaken Identities short poem

Destiny played its role By mingling the two divine souls. It was matter of chance When God took its stance. The two couldn’t do much Except being clutched. The commendable wavelength Added on to the unbeatable strength. Despite the social

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Enigmatic

Enigmatic short poem

Spiral staircase, Damp wooden floor, Mighty spider’s shelter- an ominous grey cobweb, Flakes of wall Integrated the mansion. The landlord was superannuated from life Without taking his pension. The dark lonely aisle struggles To utter some bright stories, Throwing light

The Abrupt Agony

The Abrupt Agony short poem

The sun is soaring up the sky the moon has shamed down , the crow commenced crooning with a despised voice , showing the sign of a new morn The mountains donned in a white gown continuing on the edge

Act Of Destiny

Act Of Destiny short poem

One’s Destiny has its own path which cant be seen while the road one is taking has its own path What can one do if the legs give away while walking on the path Someone tells me what should the

Empty Pockets And A Heart Full Of Gold

Empty Pockets And A Heart Full Of Gold long poem

I have empty pockets, and a heart full of gold. A family of eight, and friends new and old. I have blisters and bruises and cuts on my hands, no food for my family, and no wealth in my land.

Crisis

Crisis short poem

To drill a hope in the drowned soul was very difficult, winds had blown away the talisman. Stress was palpable, you could tear the weather with empty hands. Mists had walked into the houses to pick up the burning cheeks.