Reverance Poems

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.

The Confront; I Believe

The Confront; I Believe short poem

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,

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Kaleidoscope, of the millenium.

Kaleidoscope, of the millenium. short poem

Guess what I am writing about? A strange phenomenon of recent times. Bright and Colorful, depicts interesting times… Takes off the monotony, a peep into lives… Success epics , someone’s frustrations galore, Wise ones’ words repeated, in circles of lore!

Let Us Be Free

Let Us Be Free short poem

My soul said to me.., O thou quantum of this serene sanctum; What good is thee.. if thou aren’t free. I said I know what you seek You mighty be meek; Just break those chains those shackles of pain. Thus

The Singapore-Schooled Child

The Singapore Schooled Child short poem

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

Successful

Successful short poem

Mistake is the result of Misjudgement Misjudgement leads to Regret Regret make one Wise Wise will not act in haste Hasty Decisions will result in failures failures are stepping stones for success Successful one would never commit mistake Mistakes come

Wine Of Love

Wine Of Love short poem

Love is like an aroma of flowers, Stimulating the senses, Waking the ravenous hunger, Of an insatiable thirst for, Unhurried passion. A love lies beneath, That’s a light from within, With glowing embers of passion, Hearts racing in unison, Emotions

A Brand New Year

A Brand New Year prose poem

I thank you my Heavenly Father, it’s a brand new year and I’m still here by your Heavenly Grace and that’s perfectly clear Still there’s fear, I’m stuck in first gear, so in 2017 with so much unseen, on you

Devil’s Realization

Devil’s Realization short poem

O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to

Body In Mind

Body In Mind short poem

After you grind your mind, You create to center on For a sensation, emotion; That occurs on a surface. A sensational radiation Brings the body and mind, Then, you begin to perceive All energy on or in your body This

The Joy Of Christmas

The Joy Of Christmas short poem

Oh what a pleasant day to behold: A glorious evening in December, a day we are sure to remember the nostalgic happy days of old. Oh what beautiful moments unfold: The gladdened carol voices raised, Santa’s delights, candle lights of

If Only

If Only prose poem

If only I could be the rash, On your delicate, fair skin, That makes you want to touch, And scratch me till I subside. If only I could be the lash, Fallen from your lovely eye, That you gently exhale

When I See You

When I See You short poem

When I see you, I have a smile As being with you makes my living worth a while When I see you you No words can describe the warm feeling I get that fills me inside When I see you

Pas De Deux

Pas De Deux prose poem

Not all instincts lead to what one loves especially in the matters of the present. For when terrible becomes synonymous with beautiful, the tragedy of control educates the child within of what the grown up situation has not. Call it

The Reconciliation

The Reconciliation short poem

The effigy wouldn’t burn whoever heard of an incombustible baseborn? we dragged it through the street its clothes torn off carefully painted features smeared in puddles we still remembered who we hated but this dummy of bound bamboo and straw

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

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

Titan In A Cloud

Titan In A Cloud ballad

One morning as I sat sipping my coffee- there he was peering behind my lemon tree. At first his head displayed a 7up haircut- then I saw his hands reach for all that was near. He came dragging a cape

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

I Think, I Learned, I Know

I Think, I Learned, I Know short poem

Out on a long journey Towards an unknown destiny I can hear someone calling me behind But I learned, I know things can’t get rewinded. I wish I could have a genie Asking my three wishes to fulfil But I

Kind

Kind short poem

I saw your face for the first time My whole body trembled like a carriage going fast on a train line Our first kiss was so so so sublime We disappeared into a world that was perfect with only our

The Mirror

The Mirror long poem

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all

Oil On Canvas

Oil On Canvas short poem

The dead moon’s framed portrait Hung from the prussian blue sky, Staring downwards into the Lighted lonely city – With a well practiced air Of indifference. The pond with green waters And a cemented bank, Where local kids wash their

The Elusive Female Cougar

The Elusive Female Cougar long poem

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice

Beautiful Her…

Beautiful Her... long poem

Her alarm goes off beside her, A rough start to a rough day, She pulls on the first clothes she sees, And continues on her way. The women on her sidewalk, Seem to have life all worked out, They don’t

Emerald

Emerald prose poem

The wind on high blows and branches bow on the tallest of trees and together they lean in shades of the brightest greens, walk with me along the high heath and gather flowers that spray all around your knees as

Vanity of life

Vanity of life short poem

The beautiful things of today tomorrow become out-dated. A porsche building in the sixties is now numbered with the shanties. The most recent and unspotted models of choice vehicles may soon be phased out from our cities. Fashions and styles

You Live In My Heart

You Live In My Heart short poem

Your bewitching face I etched on wet sand And embellished it with a design grand, My work I looked on with pride, Which Alas! was undone by a tide; I carved your sweet name on a tree And thought it’d

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory)

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory) short poem

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

Loneliness

Loneliness prose poem

Loneliness is what I call the monster that hides in the corner. Waiting for that moment to strike. Staring at me with those glaring eyes. Those glaring eyes that are the only eyes that can actually see my soul. They

Night Raid

Night Raid short poem

It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the

Gifting

Gifting short poem

O viola, go over the grapes and find an ageless green. It is difficult to be born again, undoing death. You swoon at the continuity of crossroads – with blue flags in your bowl. A rosette, without a winner. A

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The

Through The Doors Of A Running Train

Through The Doors Of A Running Train short poem

What is seen cannot be told, This beautiful moment cannot be put on hold, The beauty of silhouttes when the sun goes down, The moon soars up and the wolf in me starts to moan. The sky is studded with

She Is The Light

She Is The Light long poem

Glinting off an orchestra Fully transported within A furioso movement Composed by a German maestro As experienced By a deaf orphan boy Who wandered Into the palace of arts. Enticed by firelight And the scent of cinnamon All those castaway

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

Let me recount, in how many ways happiness Happens, In the early hours of morning, sunrays touch your face When the birds chirp and twitter, When the wind blows and water flows. All the noise, and all the silence that

This Is Why I Hate You

This Is Why I Hate You prose poem

You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but