Rebirth Poems

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

Rebirth

Rebirth short poem

I want to become your tomb If I am born once again on this earth.. In the darkness of the tomb, You will be lovelier than the moon. your blue eyes Glittering in the gloom. In your cold eternal sleep

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Bloom Again, Pretty Rose

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose ballad

The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a

Your Story Should Be Told

Your Story Should Be Told prose poem

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the

Eternity

Eternity short poem

An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of

The Sonnet Of Spring

The Sonnet Of Spring sonnet poems

The morning sun rises gently, And the dew glistens as diamonds. The waves pound intently, And the grass sways in the highlands. The atmosphere is full of silence As the springtime mildly wakes. ‘Tis the rebirth of the islands, And

Willow Tree

Willow Tree short poem

The years in front are Now shorter than the Ones behind. I lay awake At night, wondering how It will end. It will be sudden, Or not sudden, obviously. A long decline into madness? That’ll do me. Loss of hair,

September

September prose poem

* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,

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Amazing Spring

Amazing Spring short poem

I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh

Rumination

Rumination short poem

Rumination… No more… proclamation for a key salvation… with gravitational truths and hypodermic memories, measured against a polystyrene heaven… No more… inner conflicts under a solar eclipse, orbiting inside my eyes… Outside-inside Me, rippling rhythms write a new stanza of

Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

The Ocean In Me

The Ocean In Me short poem

I open my eyes and look outside my window, And see the ocean staring back at me… We have silent chats, I with my eyes, and she with her tides… The rising waves of the ocean, Have many stories to

Lord of the Earth

Lord of the Earth short poem

I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering

Gods And Demons

Gods And Demons short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

The Dawn

The Dawn short poem

The sun rises softly Through the dawn Announcing daylight Slowly shining over Forests and woods Birds singing and chanting Under the azure hood A symphony of love Joyous tunes in the air The earth is filled With the power of

Walking Wilderness

Walking Wilderness short poem

It crashed like a chandelier my dream. Becoming wet, into unhealing existence. I was expecting a landfall by burst of flames. Grieving for a lost generation, a meaningless exit from the stage of bites and suffering. Can you reverse this

Nightfall

Nightfall long poem

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I

The Mighty Maple

The Mighty Maple prose poem

Tiny droplets from the tap; perfect timing of the sap. Trees’ free gifts of God’s great bounty; wooden buckets in every county. Then to kitchen and to table, a syrup known for years, since cradle. And golden color everywhere, lights

Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind

Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind short poem

A dead leaf on ground It fell off found itself weak All pass over yet no one cares But the wind which carries it Somewhere away may be Suitable to grow again To have the rebirth journey It struggles but

Smoke To Safe

Smoke To Safe long poem

What a peaceful doze was it, Tied every bit, Who knew we would wake up to fire and smoke? Dreadful shout, our lungs out, of the choke, Why no one came to our rescue we cried, We cried and cried

Sound Of Silence

Sound Of Silence short poem

Shuuuuuuush! And listen! Listen carefully, To the rebirth of emotions strengthening bonds Bonds disguised in ignorance Listen, to the birth of revolutionary ideas which mother creativity Creativity which sprinkles glitter ❇ to this earth inform of epic art, soul touching

* Yes

* Yes short poem

Untie the knot, patriarch, the broken kiss was intimidating. The backhoe picks up the devil, it was within you when you were casting stone at the fear. The pagan was covered with leaves raw and pailful; belief in a thought

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Snow Mississippi Snow

Snow Mississippi Snow prose poem

Drizzling rain, temperature falling to 32, freezing sleet coming soon. droplets of ice starting to form, snow is ah coming!, they say before noon. as the noon day approaches the snowflakes are starting to come, snowflakes as big as half-dollars

My Day One

My Day One short poem

My mom wished me good luck with tears, I entered into a new world with fears. A 2*2 cubicle at the end, A gem like Team Lead at stand, A plethora of work sheets, Which seemed all Greeks. I have

Far Away

Far Away short poem

It’s been a while since you’ve gone away My heart is tired yet it yearns today A secret now cold, it’s hard to contain I long for you, but you’re far away Your memories are all I have To be

Flower

Flower short poem

Our life Is like a flower How will we know our scent and beauty to last forever.

Let it go….

Let it go.... short poem

I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right. And although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding

Actualis

Actualis short poem

There was a strange carnality in flowing robes, a waiver penetrates in incorporeal ellipse. I must speak of him in his absence combating for the actuality. Knowing lust manifolds, yields a prayer, primrose opens the eyes. The knowledge liberating –

A Fairy Came To Me

A Fairy Came To Me short poem

A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to

Rain

Rain short poem

Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain

Let Me Stay Here For A While

Let Me Stay Here For A While short poem

Let me stay here for a while, for I want to see them all who are crying Lament for me when I die. Not many have I made so close in my years – the ones I did are wishing

Dry Albedo

Dry Albedo short poem

Your scintillating albedo, enters my soul, Pouring your smell, splendid in dole, Love’s act of mime, in shadowy cloud, My soul speaks lie, seeking you aloud, Dreary your play, tests my patience, Your shadow forwards, your eclipsing cadence, Veiling the

Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts short poem

The day you started the drama, it was amazing and wonderful. If I would know than, I would never be on your side. The words I shared and the things I cared, by the time it blows with the wind.

Wishing On Stars

Wishing On Stars short poem

Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but

‘Gandhism’- A tribute to Mahatma !

Gandhism  A tribute to Mahatma ! short poem

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

Looking at how vibrantly the tree’s leaves dance. Swaying side to side. Side by side. I watch the cars driving sorta fast up and down the street. The breeze have picked up some. Quite cool this afternoon is this Sunday’s

Scrutiny’ Truth

Scrutiny Truth short poem

You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition

Hope

Hope short poem

The wind rattled tiles on the roof. Turned the windmill out at sea. Pushed me back and forwards until I landed on my knees. Paper rubbish floated in the air, my hat lifted off my head, and hair whipped my

A Schizophrenic’s Mind

A Schizophrenics Mind short poem

I have an inner beauty! making my green meadows feel its echo, being the best version of myself! I have an internal monologue! giving me a best company when alone, being a soliloquy! I have an inner strength! emerging from

Nights in a cupboard

Nights in a cupboard short poem

There’s a halogen moon outside my window There’s an aluminum cat on the road There’s a transparent building that casts a shadow and that’s the saddest of them all. I’m wearing a belt of teardrops And a crown of grey

Willow

Willow short poem

A curse and a blessing, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, somewhere between darkness and dawn a candle in the wind… I take it to the heart, I take it on the run crossing some crazy state line one more