Reverance poems bring the best collection of short and long reverance poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great reverance rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these reverance poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on reverance are here for you.
Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,
I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
Messengers of God came To reform men All toiled hard to spread goodness and upbraid vices Generally they suffered and were agonized Noble minds believed and weak minds not So happened with the wit of every learned or enlightened person
Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *
Was that a non-devil effort to hide the language from cultural onslaughts? The anger splits the opinion about hurting goodness. An isolated insult will spur the words against the flight over the answer, before the brush with picketing fear, showing
What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a
A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail
Holy Aggie a morning near you was an age of enlightenment You exist ever in a sleepless dawn of scrubland fallow patches, rusting equipage, savaged stand of pecan a semicircle of bidders, smoke heavy in the hollows Fourteen and a
She lived in a cottoned house, Where everything smelled like rose, Her ribbons flew in the rosy air, She danced on the tip of leaves. Sun shone upon her like gleaming gold, Beams filled her sapphire eyes, Her heart was
It’s the shitty line he used Making you feel like garbage Like the trash you leave Wrapped tightly in a black bag On the side of the road Waiting to be picked up by someone else Recycled and recycled While
I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you
A chaotic moments we did face, Filled with tension and bubbling of heads; Here the shouting came, There the things flew. Any day was emergency, Any day was important. Lamps did burn all night through, No food we did touch.
That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up
Thump-thump-thump A foggy haze. Moving bodies It feels warm in here. Or is it just me? Darkness. Then light. Pulsating. Excuse me. My bad. Thump-thump-thump Who is that? Squint. Lean against the rail. Look cool. You want another drink? I
Sea breeze salty and warm Dark clouds brewing up a storm Sea spray all over my face Worries long gone, without a trace Homeward bound on a ferry Childhood memories I carry Now the island is in sight Heart beating
The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The
So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the
Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores. Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within. The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull faded
I fear this fear The fear of the unseen, untold It gnaws my insides Disturbing my soul Filling me with distress This fear has been a constant Racking through my nerves Shaking me up Rendering me hopeless I live under
“Doubt that the sun doesn’t glow… doubt that the wind doesn’t blow, doubt that the river doesn’t flow…. But don’t ever doubt the friendship (love) I owe!!!!” “My life without you, is like sky without blue, autumn without dew, ship
He had a point to make People viewed he was good He knew inside stories Was privy to information Actually tried blackmailing Under the garb of advising People fell prey to his ways To people who suspected him He was
Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was
Timeless, the eyes and fractured wisdom, the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin, I am on my own today disconnected to the unearthly rehearsal of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation in the
With fruits and flowers bound There stand the mighty trees Bent with the touch of nature And covered with the beauty of love As when upon a trance summer night You are seen as a green of peace Tall oaks
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become
A sweet dream is not a dream As it seems, like a vapor hinges on sloping hill To evaporate meekly with suns ray Or to be dispersed by storming gale. Scatter and fallen over lives in misery, thou Unaccounted jewel
Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. Your god sits cross legged, clotting. Brown hands on
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
Sounds of the highway; so peaceful to me Warm cool breeze ; smell of the country air Mountain views; snow covered mountain peak Turkey’s talking; eating their feed loving the country Life; country air in the breeze. This is where