Reborn Poems

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

Bellus Corpus

Bellus Corpus english poems

The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish Like the tears in the rain. The young or mature, Your joy, your sorrow The death will not wait Succumbing to anaerobes That will feast on thee Yet you

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I Remember You Dear Amma

I Remember You Dear Amma long poem

I will miss you till my last breath dear Amma I breath in each breath in remembrance of you dear Amma Growing up as a child in the family of five I worshiped you mother taking on life without any

The Pink Happiness

The Pink Happiness short poem

The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing

Which Way Did Liberty Go?

Which Way Did Liberty Go? prose poem

The flag unfurled, and from within, fresh rose petals Jauntily floated down like gently melting snow flakes. Soon, even the smell of freedom dissipated, losing its Way into the winding lanes and by lanes of our lives. Tell me, which

Red Tears

Red Tears short poem

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Soapy feeling

Soapy feeling short poem

Each touch of yours absolves me all, but takes away a part of yours. One day, be known for sure, you’ll disappear into thin air serving selflessly to me and my full body bare. This love is continual for you

Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,

Winter Poem

Winter Poem short poem

That leaf as it fell From the tree It took my winter away To a place where regrets never went That swishes of wind Brought a change When I never thought I’d embrace a change I was far too proud

The Seeker

The Seeker short poem

Walking around, with an emptiness that rends our heart and soul. In pursuit of possessions and achievements. sporting a vast and deep hole, which we strive to ignore. Until it holds us by our throats, we can avoid it no

Wait For The Call

Wait For The Call short poem

Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Rush To Hush

Rush To Hush short poem

We hear noise and the faintest call We rise up to rule and then we fall We sit, stoop, walk, and then we stand We ride the wind as best we can We get blown away like grains of sand

Intangible And Choice

Intangible And Choice prose poem

Intangible and Two/Intangible and Choice/The Disappearing Cave I’ve arrived at an impasse. It is, yet again, time to decide. To decide on the moldings of your innards and the facade oriented outwards. What to do, oh what to do? Sunshine

Sojourn

Sojourn short poem

          It was razed within a day, a change of hands quite possible I say, now it’s been crushed to all mud and dust, life is about change for change is a must. It shall now

Ode To Loneliness

Ode To Loneliness short poem

that has been, was so raven that you were hugging vanity for the deportation of death as a living; fake predicates of a genius like words falling as bucketfuls of lies, back to back coffer dams collapsing, submerging seers’ sarcophagi,

Light Unto Three

Light Unto Three sonnet poems

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

5 am Knows My Power

5 am Knows My Power short poem

Through sleeping Eyes I feel Still within The Calm Of my inner realm I see not Someone or something But myself in a different Form reborn but shaped By the darkness That once made Me torn A black rose with

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted

Taboo

Taboo short poem

They called me a king, back when I was still nothing. I knew they saw something, but I just couldn’t bear knowing… that I would never be a delicate instrument. Such as words said, uttered, written down on a piece,

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

The Lost Sea

The Lost Sea long poem

Well and there is a LOST SEA Somewhere running through The crystal caverns down and Around the foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains… I remember some kind of strange Indian folklore from many lifetimes Lived before, you look into my

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

Generation X

Generation X short poem

Atlantis reborn we are the ancient ones who have returned Generation X timeline 69 to 79 and we will raise our young To be genius of mind and care for the baby boomers until Their spirits are rapture on down

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes !

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes ! long poem

Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes

The Rest Of Me

The Rest Of Me short poem

That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

There was a girl whose heart felt so cold; Her true story has never been told. With her head full of dreams, she walked the streets; She dreamed of having the world at her feet. She was trying to live

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,

Thought 2

Thought 2 long poem

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

Night Unto Three

Night Unto Three long poem

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

We will be the envy of birds

We will be the envy of birds short poem

As we board the ship of our hearts, as we navigate through the sea of love, we will discover very many things. things that often contradict themselves. there will be towering waves that upturn our ship. there will be gentle

Pulsating Void

Pulsating Void short poem

like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day

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War

War short poem

Having love in our hearts and intelligence has been able to change things that no war has By making us see for ourselves how wars are always so dirty And end up in the unnecessary deaths of so many of

Queen Of A Cage

Queen Of A Cage short poem

Too careless what’s going on all around, Although in a cage she is kept and bound, The couple is not free and cannot fly, When she sees other birds in open sky, She turns his nibs to the pretty spouse,

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

Happiness

Happiness short poem

A child’s smile, the tinkle of a bell Makes me sound happy and well The breeze that passes by Takes me away from this world My worries are lifted I’m no more coy I feel the joy I like to

The Space

The Space long poem

The space behind my lids is empty- A void that I wallow in, Till the dawn of a new day. Wrapped in my delirious loam of comfort, I tranquilly lay, Wafting in the highest of all heavens, Nothingness and escapism

Morning Walk

Morning Walk short poem

It’s a morning walk. alone. To think a little. To breath a little. To talk a little to myself. To make a little. To dream a little. Just to walk a little. It’s the best time I could ever see

Anarchy

Anarchy short poem

Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to