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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Exporting

Exporting short poem

That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present

First Words

First Words short poem

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is

Nestlings

Nestlings short poem

Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?

Easter Eve

Easter Eve short poem

while dew was still shining upon flowers mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to plant petunias and daisies father climbed to the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in

Knowing

Knowing long poem

In some cases you think you know Every little secret info. Of all those you see everyday, Nothing’s there to keep you at bay. Well, then, you should know the person Whom all calls your better portion. All the world

Buried Silence

Buried Silence short poem

Blaze on the horizon was spreading. No peak was left green, time was running out. Courier had left without a message carrying cyanide capsules, to kill or get killed. My grey sky stuck with silent clouds will wait for the

Move On

Move On short poem

Girl , you just need to be strong Because , may be , he was wrong He left you Because , he never loved you Even though you gave him all of your love He left your heart burning in

Jesus Is Just A Heartbeat Away

Jesus Is Just A Heartbeat Away long poem

Whatever your troubles, whatever your fears give them to the Lord and set your spirit free open your heart and mind today, don’t you know JESUS IS JUST A HEARTBEAT AWAY, peace and love is yours for the asking, there

Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

Family

Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our

Heaven And Earth

Heaven And Earth short poem

Temple in heaven above the clouds Devastatingly lonely as if in snow shrouds Yearns for earth’s warm love and sweet emotions Temple on earth in the midst of cities Humanity, chanting and incense Longing for heaven Angels in heaven a

Emotionally Blind

Emotionally Blind short poem

When you wake up. Is it worth it. Facing another day. Feeling nothing but psychological pain. Feeling like no one cares about you. Thinking that your life is worthless. Feeling that your insignificant. Knowing you have freinds but feeling alone.

How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

The way

The way prose poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

The Listener’s Initiation

The Listeners Initiation sonnet poems

Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double

Who Wants Changes?

Who Wants Changes? short poem

It all remains just the same – The roads we measured, The shops we went to, The restaurants where we ate, The beach we enjoyed love, The buses we traveled in, The benches we sat on, The hands that you

Two Ants Walk Into A Coffee Shop

Two Ants Walk Into A Coffee Shop short poem

They minded their conversation, The ants that came marching in. Extra sugar. A little less cream. The foam from their latte circled their mouths, Disfigured steam still rising from their small cups. A light comfort found after a hard day’s

Embrace Change

Embrace Change prose poem

One the very first day we’re born into a world, where there’s a chance to dream for every boy and girl. Starting off young the mind becomes full on what to be, from becoming a fireman to the next star

Land Of The Extremophiles

Land Of The Extremophiles short poem

Every night an invasion to test the faith of the hardiest when you are used to austere bounty carbon dioxide in its capricious plumes scouring dry bedsheets while predator mites squabble over their beloved altar bread fallen from the shanks

A New Friend

A New Friend prose poem

I met you in the sun light And you did shine so bright Then I started being polite So that we be truly unite The other day when I saw you, Your dress was something in blue As cute as

Suspended

Suspended short poem

I had not imagined that you will start an inquiry into the creeping fog under the estranged moon. Oh, sorrow you had taken away my sun when I was still rooted in night. Wading through narcissi I was trying to

Inti

Inti short poem

In this battlefield, I’m the charioteer and you, dear Sun, my chariot. The reins I hold, your golden hairs are slipping out of my grip. So please be gentle with your blue rays that blind my eyes with the haze

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our