Resources Poems

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

Book – A Resource

Book – A Resource short poem

Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever read makes plop Of

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

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Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister)

Chaya ( A Lyrical Tribute To Loving Sister) long poem

Born second amidst six siblings She was the quietest of all Her short stature was in no way deterrent to her extra ordinary skills She was the nightingale par excellence who could put the naughty kid to sleep, disturbed mind

Repentance

Repentance prose poem

I was fed up of school for wearing uniforms and me eking out punishments from teachers I was dreaming of college life which I thought would be like a bird freely flying into the clouds and repented for being still

African Child

African Child short poem

I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up

Has Anyone Ever?

Has Anyone Ever? long poem

Has anyone ever told us that a little madness is key, For us the new colors to see, Has anyone ever told us any good for dissolution of conformity, For us to feel the glee, Has anyone ever taught us

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon Bonaparte short poem

Corsican born, and an Emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe’s resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled, of

Prometheus? Mon Frere? ?

Prometheus? Mon Frere? ? short poem

Why you think of reversing the wheels when life has stopped moving? The time has fled from your hands and settled on the body of death. You are not intact and whole inside. Where the path betrayed us? Broken windows

Why I Don’t Drive

Why I Dont Drive long poem

If there had been a wizened gypsy I’d crossed who’d laid down a curse upon me or revealed I would die while driving a car it would make more sense, this milky inner weakness I feel when I consider getting

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

Role Of Money

Role Of Money short poem

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

April

April short poem

Dried leaves flutter across retina Spring gusts pop stop move along crawl catch scurry scurry duck walk jump twirl hold lifted up and up flying returning Blur burned image receding winged body’s sudden arc up impossible to see details vibrating

We Will Live To Win Another Day

We Will Live To Win Another Day short poem

Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa

The Heat Of Oppression

The Heat Of Oppression short poem

United, They matched protesting non-violently, Teenagers and children, Fighting against anti-segregation, The filthiness of the ruling class, They could no longer sit and watch, As their homeland was destroyed These innocent souls, Unfortunately, Were victims of violence! Their homes had

Corporeal Manifestation

Corporeal Manifestation prose poem

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible

My Car My Bucolic

My Car My Bucolic long poem

The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

Welcome White Dove

Welcome White Dove short poem

Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.

Perplexed Sagacity

Perplexed Sagacity short poem

Perplexed sagacity asked The desirous heads Why foreheads seek to bow before what and created places to do so concept tired to form any image As it cannot Boundless can never be confined to boundaries Limited resources of mind are

America’s Bird

Americas  Bird prose poem

In all honesty, the extent of my turkey knowledge is their unique sound and their great taste. Come Thanksgiving and Christmas, turkey fragrance fills the house and nothing goes to waste. I know that the dove has symbolic meaning, one

Fraught Grapple

Fraught Grapple short poem

Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare With expended all vigor and resources in despair Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong Head though persistent heart tells to move along Most of earlier envisaged is

Black History Month (2016)

Black History Month (2016) prose poem

The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later

General Assembly Type Sacred Space

General Assembly Type Sacred Space long poem

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

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The Harm

The Harm elegy

The Harm Reeling and Writhing It started one day when I felt like heaven. For just a bit, I felt like everyone loved me; nothing could go wrong, I was the king of the world, And it would all last

A Woman In Guitar

A Woman In Guitar short poem

She is a woman in guitar playing song like a star. She sings like an angel, a princess in a castle. She’s only not a stranger — indeed — she’s a rocker. She has a lovely face a wise woman

Summer Soulitude

Summer Soulitude short poem

We walk the deserted streets of my city. The scorching hot cement sizzles that transparent vibration that warmth has under the light of day. We go from empty shops to empty museums to empty shops again, staring at blank walls

Be Kind

Be Kind short poem

The door to my heart – is always open matter of fact – there is no door its just a field (green pleases the vision ) goes as far as your eye can see I shall set you free just

The Devil Just Sold Out

The Devil Just Sold Out short poem

The devil probably sold out Poor guy cut his own wrist Watched his blood slowly sprout Guess he’s just trying to rest The west is burning hot now A snake pit filled with a lovely lie The lord hides in

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

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

If Love Is For Me

If Love Is For Me short poem

If love is for me I think I will be free If love is for me I can do things with glee If love is for me All the wanders set aside If love is for me Heart’s no longer

Trying to be ME

Trying to be ME short poem

“You are wrong, I am right Is this what’s its all about? Where is the love, the care? and all the lovely emotions that were there Is this all that is left in us, Questions, arguments and fights?” There I

A Pedestrian Of Love

A Pedestrian Of Love prose poem

He was walking on a highway, Many cars moving fast, stopped, Offered him a lift, But he did not agree, It was too hot, The sun was burning, But he was walking. In the rains, Lightning killed his beloved, He

When I Became A Statue

When I Became A Statue prose poem

Beneath a pile of dust, on a slumbering shelf, in a room which knows not the wind, I’d stumbled with a white-haired aphorism telling that your heart is your enemy; If it inclines left, go right; if it betakes right,

The Crystal Swan

The Crystal Swan short poem

I wonder if you remember Eloisa the skittish wind playing with your sand-colored hair drifting scents of orange tree flowers and you holding against your chest a crystal swan with a lithe neck but he’s gone and you alike, the

Children Of The Divine

Children Of The Divine long poem

Well and I am you and you are me We are one, one in the same Breathe deep the spirit of life now There’s no power on Earth like the Power of us, there’s nothing stronger Than the strength of

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

The Abysmal Tear

The Abysmal Tear sonnet poems

She gets up, coerced in her stark layers of imagination She gets up, from the wind that brings, this and from her own receding name What is she? A soul fashioned from collapsing ideas or merely a reflection? Reflection of

Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in

Topical Now…

Topical Now... short poem

Integrity of door was challenged, walls will not take the blame. Tension increased between believing and non-believing. Did we listen to moaning of night? There was a murder in broad day-light. Eyes will not betray the whisking of corpse, pallbearers

Comfortably Numb

Comfortably Numb short poem

Each day brings a new turmoil unfazed i stand it pricks me like a needle and i keep standing tall don’t even acknowledge the sting am becoming numb another threshold another day am waiting for the moment when i finally