Pubs Poems

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

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Poems containing references to : Pubs

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

A Letter To Wives

A Letter To Wives long poem

Painful, we fight with verbal knives. As our women and men need no fight, Nor they should suffer any loss in that; But need to be paved in rough roads, From the husband’s office-rules, you say, The odds and orders,

Freedom In Doom And Gloom

Freedom In Doom And Gloom long poem

Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance, A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance. But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly, To save her

A Taste Of Greece

A Taste Of Greece prose poem

Skies of bright blue Seas of Emerald Green All the colours of the rainbow in between Blue and White upon their flag Bright purple flowers on sandstone coloured walls The sands are white and dark in places The fields are

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Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Feelings

Feelings short poem

The first day when I met you Its a feeling I cant forget All those my silly feelings Which I shared I knew that you never Wanted to hear My love for you was, an undying flame And once I

I Think So I Am

I Think So I Am short poem

Grant me freedom, the freedom of choice. Freedom to be born and the freedom of voice. Give me the freedom to do things on my own, Give me the gift of confidence, when I am little and when I am

Our Dance

Our Dance short poem

Ever close close together ever fast in our embrace. We have lived lived a lifetime always danced at life’s fast pace. Danced to tunes tunes remembered that for us will never fade. Knowing now our time is ending yet, come

Music

Music prose poem

Music is a friend. Crazy and wild at times. I know I am alive when my feet tap and almost sing out loud. can you imagine feet singing? They surely would do a better job than my tongue, which would

You’ll Be Who You’ll Be

Youll Be Who Youll Be short poem

There was a time where one once told me There’ll be moment when you’ll be who you’ll be I didn’t know it then but I know it now That sometimes you have to choose between the good and the bad

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

I Will Try To Survive

I Will Try To Survive short poem

Gazing at the sky at night , I gaze at that one big bright star Which Reminds me of you, . So close but yet so far It hurts when I hear that song I don’t have the heart to

The Bully

The Bully short poem

How it is that – at shrine while saying prayers sex was on your mind? You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. but still tuned to sweet indulgence. And then a sudden flash back slaps in your face, and

Dust Grafted

Dust Grafted short poem

Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces

That Thing We Call Love

That Thing We Call Love short poem

Is fleeting, is flighty Is forever, is mighty Is calming, is exciting Is grounding, is intoxicating Makes you smirk, makes you cry Makes you gasp, makes you sigh Makes you swoon, makes you cling, Makes you glide, makes you sing

A Crack In The Self

A Crack In The Self short poem

A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright

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

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

Piano

Piano long poem

Room full of candles, casting shadows on the French doors, in a gust of wind they swing open and the leaves blow in. In the dead of the night the Piano plays our song, all by itself. Almost scared to

Sleep, Sleep O Moon

Sleep, Sleep O Moon short poem

Sleep, O drowsy moon Laying on garden path As winter sets in. Condensing mist In foaming gist Plays with chill shadows.. Her abrasive form Cold as snow Stiffen all loves. Why she is awake still Like a haunted spirit Brings

The Handyman

The Handyman short poem

His love for his wife was a broken apparatus he tinkered with it at night after she went to bed gliding to her dark red room alone or if she miscalculated the dosage of her medicine with his help and

To Someone

To Someone short poem

It’s been sometime… quite a while, Since I’ve been thinking about her, But I remembered and kept myself back, For a very special day was near, Patiently… ever more patiently, I waited, For today, the day of all the days,

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial short poem

I walk towards the golden sunset again tired and unwilling to go on, have walked enough to know the futility of it all, have seen enough to have the want to shut out, have been a vagabond all my life

For Soldier

For Soldier prose poem

To our brave men and women in uniform. Well and tonight the candle burns bright for soldier. You are in my prayers and your angels follow you everywhere! I salute you and the red, white and blue. You are my

A Silence On The Night.

A Silence On The Night. long poem

A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating

The Swing

The Swing long poem

You’ve never starved yourself you’ll never be a runway model and for a time that made you sad never to be like an Amazon – though you found out they burnt off their right breast to make archery easier –

And I Lost You Too…

And I Lost You Too... long poem

inside me .. there is a place you will never know… inside me there are truths you will never hear feelings you will never see inside me…. you left me like this you left me feeling this you left me

Paybacks Are Hell

Paybacks Are Hell short poem

Well and Paybacks are hell aren’t they But you can’t say you didn’t have it Coming… Respect me and I’ll respect you Disrespect me and I’ll disrespect you It works both ways… Don’t make it harder on yourself now Than

Love Sonnet 60

Love Sonnet 60 sonnet poems

I live in dreams, waiting for time to come, That bud I spied would open up someday, What had been days or scant minutes for some, Became those lonely centuries to me; As sun would tarry long before it dims,

Lament

Lament long poem

The day when you told me to “Enjoy Life” As it is too short for us to make it knotty, The Time when you patiently explained- the qualms; twirl and turns of life Never in my dreams I thought You

Love N’ Judgement

Love N Judgement short poem

Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future

Autumn Leaves.

Autumn Leaves. short poem

We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us

My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary short poem

I want to fly, Touch the sky, And ask why. Why the world teaches, What to learn, When I only wanted To know how to learn. Until we don’t learn, For learning’s sake, All our success Will we fake. Until

Broken Heart

Broken Heart ballad

I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my thoughts, my words, my love, I’ll give you me, I’ll give you all this so you will know I love you more then life can ever be. But if I do, then

Poppies

Poppies short poem

As poppies drip blood red petals Among the fields where souls do roam A silenced voice away from home Buried deep with twisted metals Khaki men are dead and rotting As poppies drip blood red petals Overgrown with rats and

Bless Me Please

Bless Me Please short poem

Oh God, I am a prisoner of you for life Pray I always speak truth , nothing but truth Wish I am always covered in the shadow of Love Bless me so that when time comes to leave this world

Story Of A Poem

Story Of A Poem short poem

Old man loved poems was no secret, that he used to tell everyone in pomp; was what I didn’t know. He was all rhyme and rhythm, a whisper now and a bellow’s hiss, all in one and all too soon.