Pyre Poems

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

The Manikarnika Ghat

The Manikarnika Ghat ode

My arms ached rowing amidst the muddy water of the holy river.. My head reeled battling against the flighty stress carving my mind.. My eyes crammed pursuing peace, as I strived amid the holy river.. The night was dark my

Poems containing references to : Pyre

Defiance

Defiance short poem

We did not grieve your passing so much As the defiance that left With the passing of your ashes, into the river of sorrow Defiant you were, In front of the towering tides of the raging ocean, Defiant you were,

Zombie.

Zombie. ode

No more to live in earthly mould, Though siblings not bereft ? Despair in me did clasp its hold, My spirit long since left. No funeral pyre, no gaping clay, Not one sad mourning tear, No blood red rose, nor

Sunset

Sunset short poem

Majestic is the setting Sun, Lighting the entire horizon, Crimson rays so cosily warm, Dazzling with a strange charm. Its flames are leaping high, Engulfing earth and the sky, All ablaze with red fire, Like a bedecked pyre. The dying

Every Wife’s Love Affair

Every Wife’s Love Affair short poem

Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her

Mourning

Mourning short poem

Weighed by the weight of emptiness lost in the loss of music withering rhythm plagued sunshine silenced voice feverish moonlight shivering chirp moaning rain crushed smell smokey eyes creaking breath coughing air wailing heart choked feeling burning soul join mourn

Because Of You

Because Of You short poem

Because of you the autumn winds, and obscure hues of melancholy cannot mute the cheery tinge of spring’s melody. Because of you I do endure the flames that sorrows invoke though hard do the odds conspire but strong is the

Flow

Flow prose poem

… those nights, clear nights when I’m afraid that I’ll cut my flight on the brightest star and the wings of my thoughts will be burned on the pyre of forgetfulness of self before reaching the union of end with

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

Piracy

Piracy short poem

Otherworldly, tactile retraction of rainbows, from the eyes of believers. Detachment of restless mind at twilight, pot starts boiling. Sundowning, a paranoia takes over, you suffer a childhood near the pyre. Thing is not a thing exclusive of an extremist,

The Spell Of The Primeval .

The Spell Of The Primeval . short poem

The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its

Native Land

Native Land long poem

When you are in your native land Suddenly meeting an uncertain hour of setting winter eventide in clumsy manner, When the determined darkness striding too fast Mingles with receding rays of days last sun That down over crimson void. You

Commentaries — From April 4, 2014

Commentaries     From April 4, 2014 prose poem

though moo cho yars older, i (bovine cuddly name = hay4four at aol dot com), could feign 2b a frat house bro by undergoing a facial augmentation – despite lacking dough unlike the multimillionaires here in lower merion, where a

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

Slain Roses

Slain Roses short poem

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

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Adam’s Mend

Adam’s Mend short poem

The bald mannequin, stands undraped, without genitalia moving the lips. The choreographer walks in caressing the knobs to open the invisible door. There would be knife between the teeth and dance in the flames to lift up the veil, to

Warning Bell

Warning Bell short poem

Gong ! Gong ! Gong ! There goes the bell, A sign of doom, Army of darkness from the hell. Run everyone run ! Run before you are dead, Before you witness your kin’s chopped off head. Gong ! Gong

Cold Rain

Cold Rain long poem

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

The Beggar

The Beggar short poem

Does she have to bleed through her eyes? Does she have to cover the scars on her thighs? Does no one notice her dislocated shoulders? Does no one see her shiver as the weather turns colder? Do you look at

The Hustler

The Hustler short poem

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was

Impatient Girl

Impatient Girl short poem

Mom said girls are meant to be patient, But i am not… Girls should be sweet, but i am not.. Girls are not supposed to get angry, but i get.. Girls should not have short temper, but i have.. Girls

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother prose poem

As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she

Woman Clothed With The Sun

Woman Clothed With The Sun short poem

Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?

Smiles Begin

Smiles Begin short poem

What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

The Spark

The Spark short poem

within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out

It’s The Time When…

Its The Time When... short poem

It’s the time when my mind is overloaded, yet my mind is void. I am playing songs peppy to my ears yet I dance to none. I am thinking of crying into my pillow, yet I wonder what to cry

Stand By Me

Stand By Me short poem

Now I bend my knees, from my heart I plead to your honour please, for you to stand by me. At times I stumble and fall, like a crumbling wall but I stay humble and call, for you to stand

I Can’t Turn Back

I  Cant Turn Back short poem

I have traveled a thousand miles and reach thus far exhausted and bone sore I must rest refreshed and rejuvenated I am ready to soldier on but the will is gone I must stay longer I must rest longer my sore

This day, that year! This day, that year!

This day, that year! This day, that year! long poem

Once again it’s that time of the year When heart saddens and fills with emotions Mind reminisces with thoughts of bygones This day, that year! This day, that year! Recalls that little voice from within This day, that year! This

My Words

My Words short poem

Give the words, the forest and garden, he is in a lonely penitentiary. Have you seen the patio of roses beside the haunted house, a hothouse of wild dreams traveling wide path of island universe. In this fallen twilight, in

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft short poem

oblong face like an opal grape crag of nose guarding coinpurse mouth how strange after a brief oblivion – eighty years in the grave leapt an exhalation of moribund mold – body produced as a conjurer’s trick shaken out of

A Baffling Theme

A Baffling Theme short poem

I touched your throbbing heart As you told in the song that You thought I was listening to. I too feel that I have touched The thread you run in the hem of your dream; Even you’ve divulged the same

Finally We Can See

Finally We Can See short poem

I accept my flaws, I forgive myself, I forgive my imperfections, both real and perceived. I gaze at me with love. I learn to appreciate my goodness. So what if it is fragmented. I embrace myself and I say,” I

Same

Same ode

People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are

Standing Tall

Standing Tall short poem

‘Tis easy to feel rejection and self-pity through plight Blaming outside circumstance toward reason When the best answer is, to stand tall and fight Good times and bad come to all like the seasons It is quoted: “The Lord helps

Desire

Desire short poem

I wish I could touch the rainbow Fly with the clouds I wish I could dance in the rain, Sing with the birds Standing alone in the woods I wish I could play with the puppies And an afternoon with

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and