Richness Poems

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

A Small Time

A Small Time prose poem

When I was a little boy, I used to run up to the end of the earthen road and run back homeward; in my hand an open-lipped astonished fig berry, a few apricot stones and some body-scars. At those days,

Poems containing references to : Richness

Flow

Flow prose poem

… those nights, clear nights when I’m afraid that I’ll cut my flight on the brightest star and the wings of my thoughts will be burned on the pyre of forgetfulness of self before reaching the union of end with

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

A Simple Guy

A Simple Guy short poem

I love being simple. Being simple is not a choice. A choice is totally yours. I love a simple woman. A simple woman that can make me smile. Her smile that captures my heart and mind. I will not like

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

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The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

To Be Ensnared Sweetly

To Be Ensnared Sweetly prose poem

Rip from the seams of ribcage and spit your puzzle into me Stare and stab into abandoned pupils until they are your pearls Eat the air around me and speak of how you were a muse once Then take what

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit ballad

upon porcelain goddess, most brilliant ideas in me mind lit sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character of kit car son ridding imagination fired fast as fleeting thoughts softly hit attempting with futility to net ideas in mind that flit

Mirror In My Backyard

Mirror In My Backyard prose poem

In my reverie I live And reality is only a reflection In the mirror in my backyard Redemption is what I seek today Cos’ yesterday was drenched in sins Memories keep me awake all night, A walk through woods and

Flesh Against Spirit

Flesh Against Spirit short poem

This war between, the flesh, and spirit, When it begins, you can really feel it. For the flesh wants you to do, the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you,to sing a victory song. Then you get caught

A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do, and why do I feel bad after doing them, It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate all that i thought sacred once want to be a man with

I Am Unique

I Am Unique long poem

Let no one understand me as long as I believe myself. Let no one appreciate me as long as I love myself. Let no one say I am beautiful as long as I value myself. Let no one say I

Jesus, Hope For The World

Jesus, Hope For The World short poem

Jesus, hope for the world Hope for the ones who are Tired and fearful and looking For rest Jesus, glorious and ruling With love and with peace for A world that seeking the God who will redeem and Bring comfort

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

I thought I must be crazy, Becoming too attached to someone I can never see. And it’s difficult to believe, You could become just as attached to me. Drawn to your fire, Like a moth to a flame. On and

The Sea Mist

The Sea Mist sonnet poems

Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos, Amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea Where lightning strikes furiously across Encumbering clouds of serenity. The wind has torn your bones to white splinters And left your hearts to the mercy of

Backyard Poetry Club

Backyard Poetry Club prose poem

A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond

World Of War

World Of War short poem

I slept, but not in peace For I dreamt of us in another place Of you in a benzene bloom Twisted and stiff in the roiling plumes Of fiery dragons eating your flesh Sucking the breath From your lungs You

The Beggar

The Beggar short poem

Does she have to bleed through her eyes? Does she have to cover the scars on her thighs? Does no one notice her dislocated shoulders? Does no one see her shiver as the weather turns colder? Do you look at

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

My World

My World short poem

The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,

A Crazy Theme

A Crazy Theme short poem

sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the

Flames

Flames short poem

You went blank on the line between sand and water, between seizure and assault. The tribes have unwrapped their torches, they are coming in numbers. Who was going on trial? Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta. The drummer announces the fight.

Faith And Confusion

Faith And Confusion short poem

Confused, In a dilemma, To Write or not To take lead or not To express or not To expose or not Confused, In a dilemma, To enter or not To come out or not To show or not To explain

O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

Satisfaction !?

Satisfaction !? long poem

A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give a radish painted red, but not very deep deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste. Lets pursue the real before it extincts. This is the life, live it man. This is the

Native Of Death

Native Of Death short poem

He had started his own manhunt for an autistic seal for a personal vision in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain. The silent screams against inhuman brutality started coming from underground. A photo montage

In Chains

In Chains short poem

Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then

The voice of hope

The voice of hope short poem

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

That

That short poem

I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.

The One And The Many

The One And The Many short poem

The snow-capped royal mountain Oversees the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated On a throne high above the earth Spread at the feet below Flower beds form a velvet carpet Emanating fragrance and cheers And the magic of rainbow

Come No Closer!

Come No Closer! short poem

Stop! — don’t! — I need not your help. Don’t look down I do care for myself. Just go! — Left me alone If you will have no care Just let myself be prone. I will have no wonder If

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a

The Power Of Love

The Power Of Love short poem

Love is the power, in the center of your soul That makes you feel needed And wanted and whole It is the force within that heals the wounds of life That eases your anguish and lessens your strife It’s giving

More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more

Dance With Me

Dance With Me prose poem

Dance with me when there is light Dance with me when there is music And dance with me when I am in love Your hands melt like silk on red hot sand But I a mere wanderer in love with

Childhood Time

Childhood Time short poem

Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing

Streets

Streets short poem

Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate