Quarry Poems

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

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

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Cat Fight

Cat Fight short poem

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

Yorkshire Heaven

Yorkshire Heaven ballad

Yorkshire is a land of valleys a land of marriage of cliff and sea, Yorkshire is a land of the future a land of yesterday, a land of the free. A chimney, a watermill churning the mix should you prove

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

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Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song

Deception

Deception short poem

You know how it feels? To be cheated in love By someone so close, someone so dear Who’s there in each thought, in every breath of life So much trusted and looked up to – Share joys wholeheartedly And to

Prisoner Of Words

Prisoner Of Words short poem

The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did

Love Sonnet 198

Love Sonnet 198 sonnet poems

Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,

May God Bless….

May God Bless.... prose poem

May God Bless…. The one waiting for a loaf of bread The one wandering aimlessly The one craving for love and support The one who wants to learn in School The one who got drenched in rain The one shivering

Quenching Waters!

Quenching Waters! long poem

One man’s trash Is another man’s much, One man’s suck Is another man’s luck. They told me that once When I was two in the days of my months. They told me that as I grow; “I will find one

Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored

Was Isn’t The Same As Is

Was Isnt The Same As Is prose poem

Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into

Shopping Goes Bonkers

Shopping Goes Bonkers short poem

Dad are you and mom Going shopping to the new big Mall? Here is my list, please get them all A big Football, A few stickers for the wall, Energy drinks to make us grow tall, Two racing electronic cars,

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening short poem

I fell asleep at the wheel of my life In somnolent slumber I slid Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road While I from reality hid Days had no meaning, events left no mark Each breath unconsciously taken Smiling

The Last Hope !

The Last Hope ! long poem

Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it. From the origin of human race, In the

The Wholeness

The Wholeness short poem

Days are crisp, nights chilled. A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds, prepares for a virgin assault. I do not thaw the frozen hurts, respect the disguise of the old lover. Hearing my own voice from a distance? I

My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound ! As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night long poem

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

Like The Sea

Like The Sea short poem

To the gentle heart, have courage. Through trials and chaos of the ever changing wind- Let your heart be like a river , Ever guided, ever flowing. To the fragile heart, have courage. Through starless and blackened nights That cover

An unfulfilled craving

An unfulfilled craving short poem

The glittering tree And the shivering star Fused, Fusing, witnessed an unusual bond forming, formed, accompanied by wine oh so red oozed, oozing, from lip to lip, from eye to toe, quivered, quivering. Eventually Sanity struck and the blackness of

Some Things

Some Things short poem

some things are not like other things late afternoon sun on snow a color different from all other colors intimation of warmth sprinkled on the essence of its opposite the fundamental substance of cold my shadow pointing east as I

Your Voice

Your Voice short poem

It was so sweet, so alluring, Mysteriously attractive, seducing. I was mesmerized, so hypnotizing. Your voice truly a heart captivating. The way you sing my favorite song, you are worth listening. The way you gently close your eyes and utter

Bundle Of Mystery

Bundle Of Mystery short poem

A few years back, When I was in my shack; I had a sudden rendezvous with this man- The man who is the most Unbelievable bundle of mystery. Sans expectations, sans apt expression, But still longs for hidden passion. Searching

Enchanting Moment

Enchanting Moment short poem

A beautiful bud bloomed, When a butterfly gently touched, Slowly unfolding her petals, Singing the most melodious tune, In her rejoicing heart. As the butterfly kissed her, She danced in the gentle breeze, With a twinkle in her eyes, Feeling

That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

Plasma Screen

Plasma Screen short poem

It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

This Is Called Life

This  Is Called Life short poem

Though we are unsuccessful , But we try our best to be successful . Life looks like a mystery , And sometimes we create a history . When we are happy it brings us joy , And if we are

EARTHQUAKE

EARTHQUAKE short poem

The earth shook violently Everybody thought it was an earthquake They rushed out of their homes And took shelter in the open! One Man sat on his bed smiling, Realizing… Knowing fully well… That Mother Earth Had reciprocated The vibrations

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

Present Is Present

Present Is Present short poem

Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming

Bitterness Of Luscious Words

Bitterness Of Luscious  Words long poem

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

Lilium

Lilium short poem

My last hour, my brightest day; My last walk with the living, in my coffin of regret. Ah, joyous Delirium; weep for me not, for once I loved my arrogance of life, my wine of alloyed memories; now spilled upon

Coma

Coma short poem

« I shall remember while the light lasts And in the darkness I shall not forget » [“Non-Catholic” Cemetery, Rome: headstone 2515] Unable to Enlighten the twilight between consciousness And unconsciousness She leaves aside the despair Of those attending -Just

Four Metaphors About The Moon

Four Metaphors About The Moon prose poem

I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams

The Swan – Song

The Swan   Song short poem

Inadequately the clouds covered the moon the wind was soft and silky. The death of shadow was not complete. Stars had fled from groans of night. In the still room poor sentences could not compete with the innocence of emptiness

Asleep

Asleep short poem

The house is still and everyone is asleep That is when I let myself weep It feels so good, to let go And not put on a show No need to smile no kids around Who need to see me

Annex The Belief

Annex The Belief short poem

A dialogue with fear, to end the thought, was walking alone on the edge of death. All the mercy of life was with it. Gone were the waves, whispering, back to the sea of mundane paucities. The sky and the