Prospero Poems

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

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

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Reflection Of Reality!

Reflection Of Reality! prose poem

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live short poem

I guess it is never late to live where I am, For the past has left me grieving alone, Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green, For none of them appear here, where I am. Past memories linger grieving, Was

Dream, Dare, Dazzle

Dream, Dare, Dazzle short poem

Dream as if you are waiting to be born, The roses will bloom and bear no thorn. No matter how Impossible the dream may be, Don’t let the world decide what you have to be. Its only when you dare

Cuddling

Cuddling short poem

between unequals to and fro beastly joy of horror you want to press the trigger, timebomb, your laughter, and sneaky mind restless syndrome of legs you cannot stand on tiptoes to review the fall from the clouds the moon overshot

Blood Fruits

Blood Fruits short poem

Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity

Beautiful

Beautiful short poem

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Love Poem 1

Love Poem 1 short poem

I keep you trapped between my jaws. my silence breeds more silence in the spaces between my teeth. I let you witness my infinitude. I let my madness consume us. Do you fear me now? I keep you close between

Dying Young

Dying Young short poem

He forded the river like you see folks do in movies: the current up to his ribs his arms raised up but his hands hanging. each stride he took swivelled his body entire his limp hands tore rents in the

Journey To Another Landscape

Journey To Another Landscape long poem

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

Moving Off

Moving Off short poem

After a long time, I heard them again: peacocks. Bequeathing the pilgrim sun to palm trees; poised to open sexuality. Ah, the purple lips of a downing cloud sets the sky on a chase for a lost love of the

Ravi Varma’s Orchestra

Ravi Varmas Orchestra short poem

A beautiful portrait of lovely ladies hangs in front of me in my workplace gazing at them I often wonder- – Where, where have we come from being them? ? Bejewelled, bedecked, beautified – -an epitome of adornment coy, silent.demure.humble

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

Beauty of truth

Beauty of truth short poem

My corpse was melting down on Earth, fighting realities of life, I slept for years. . . Then, on my journey I found her love– and I woke up And start realising the beauty of truth……

Inward Odyssey

Inward Odyssey short poem

Eating fire, but entangled in the cobwebs, of becoming or not becoming a child again; in the hollow of a maimed body looking beyond the opaque hirsutism of lies. Path leads to inward lake where I will meet you on

Carnal Indecency

Carnal Indecency sonnet poems

If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and

Towards The Goal

Towards The Goal short poem

Play a cheerful note Chant a joyful thought Be in love with butterflies With silkworms And the starry skies ….. With beetles With a cockroach song With rivers running all along…. With seas and oceans and the moon With a

One Poem From Mud Poetry

One Poem From Mud Poetry elegy

Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to

Mirror The Traitor

Mirror The Traitor ballad

Just wait, is this me Well, all those years who did I see All the time I spent staring at you And the beauty staring back I knew Suddenly it’s not me Hair is balding, Eyes are squinting, Lips are

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

Circling The Tomb

Circling The Tomb short poem

I like to see the moon It’s so close to me it could be in my room A silent friend that watches as I sleep dreaming soon A forever captured orbit that shifts the waves as it looms A constant

Molten Tears

Molten Tears short poem

savage was the bond of weakness; we were hiding behind the pain of decline, abdicating the singed shrine of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran like river of life amongst the flames, you

The Right Season

The Right Season short poem

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

Future Hides

Future Hides short poem

It should not have come early; the death, had insulted the terrible suffering. Shadows were lengthening. I wanted to live in infinite nothingness of the wrong time. Hope was not a perforated dimension, it was my religion. When nobody was

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

Why The Bee Crossed The Road

Why The Bee Crossed The Road short poem

I have lived One and a half billion seconds In this age of miracles A computer and a minute tell me that The sun is up There’s no surprise in that A beautiful day to be alive So long as

The Savage Life

The Savage Life ballad

In caves of Arabian Desert Lived uncouth people, I assert, One thousand years ago, in seclusion, Within their savage legion. One wondered at the sandy hills Encompassed by vigorous rills, But friendly to those men were they; They loved to

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

Intoxicating Twilight

Intoxicating Twilight short poem

The twilight hues of the evening sky, Take away the blues of the soul, A palette of serene colors spread, Like love intoxicating the senses. The ethereal twilight hour, With remnants of a glowing ember, Intense violet hues wrap me,

A Little Flower

A Little Flower short poem

A little flower is an expression, Of love and art, Unique tiny creation, Capturing every heart. Beautiful and magical, Uplifting wonderfully, In a small bouquet, A moment of untold joy. Every little flower has music, In its soul, Inviting harmony,

Quarter Moon

Quarter Moon short poem

The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by

Dear Friend…

Dear Friend... short poem

The dawn is how you look, when the sun rises, you rise to help us, it’s you when we need, we call. For you are the one who fights for us,sometimes irrelevantly, these things of you make us all adore

A Love Story

A Love Story prose poem

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

Wonders …

Wonders ... long poem

I cheer up when I see thy nature… Thy nature in depth of creativity… I wonder how thou created wings… Wings of those unbalanced creatures… Those angels and demons… Silencing parity of loquacious radars… Those unsung musical rhythms… Rhythms that

To Mis Justina Of Rokai Ii

To Mis Justina Of Rokai Ii elegy

It is said, that suffering shows the truth. Only the sufferer discovers light of Being. Light contains seven colors. Yet I didn’t manage to catch the Rainbow. It is said, that suffering is, what is True. I know! I know!

A Sad Reality…

A Sad Reality... short poem

It was just her fifth birthday, When she learnt to search for truth, And she questioned everything she learned, From then, right through her youth. She asked who had decided, Only boys could play in dirt, But her mother said

My Dream, I Want To See Green

My Dream, I Want To See Green short poem

Every time I breathe, It is like a new world that I meet . I have got so much happiness in my life , That I feel , I am alive . I want everywhere green, And I want to

What If

What If prose poem

What if, the world wasn’t so swift? It wouldn’t be adrift and caught in an awful rift. What if we acknowledge each other as sisters and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation, under GOD one nation. From your