Riverbed Poems

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

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

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Farther Away

Farther Away short poem

To disconnect oneself you push apart, from the stasis, like flesh from the bones. Coming home becomes dreadful when you discover yourself. A dark energy impels you in a cosmos which was drifting towards eternity. A fight between space &

Divinity Without

Divinity Without short poem

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

My Path

My Path prose poem

Life is full of choices, paths, right? No matter what path you’re on or what path you take next there are still choices you make that make your path easier or harder to reach you goal. If your plan is

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Bamburgh Bay

Bamburgh Bay ballad

I watched as you skipped and danced Along the sand of Bamburgh Bay. White birds flew above Skimming waves along the way I shouted out You heard me not Lost in some fairy dance Stepped out in Bamburgh Bay. Hair

That Night

That Night long poem

The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her

A Reason To…

A Reason To... short poem

I have a reason to smile, Even if I have to walk for miles and miles; I have a reason to cheer , Even if my life is hard to bear; I have a reason to weep, Even if my

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

Talent

Talent short poem

Everybody has some talent Some people are very intelligent Others are gifted with a paint brush and pigment Still others use music as their pigment I use words and their sentiment And so, there are so many we should applaud

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

Memories

Memories short poem

My memories have become nomads, And they come back all at once. Like strangers from myriad surreal lands, Or a thousand prodigal sons. How far from home, we have strayed mother! From that sunny dreaming hearth, So my memories seem

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree prose poem

Please allow me to introduce myself simply as The Apple Tree supposedly in the Garden of Eden. I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve

Unbecoming

Unbecoming short poem

A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was

Winter Rose

Winter Rose long poem

Here comes the snow again some people love it, I hate it I’m more of a Summer kinda guy it’s much too depressing to me being coped up inside looking out my frost covered windows and seeing no sun up

Come

Come short poem

Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by

Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh

Gift

Gift short poem

The power of your soul the power of voices in you, the strength you carry as a person, the reason of your being. we all have it in a shell deep within us, when the time is right, it cracks

Mirror The Traitor

Mirror The Traitor ballad

Just wait, is this me Well, all those years who did I see All the time I spent staring at you And the beauty staring back I knew Suddenly it’s not me Hair is balding, Eyes are squinting, Lips are

Strange Morrow

Strange Morrow short poem

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound bungles the capricious climate of the death of a thought which you could not carry very far. And that was all when I asked you some questions about life. You started

A Little Hope

A Little Hope short poem

Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap

Uprising

Uprising short poem

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The

Awake Into Freedom

Awake Into Freedom long poem

From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom

Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day short poem

A windy rainy day for you and me Everything is gray but the shades just blow my mind away The colors I can see when I am with you are just unreal to be true And it all happened on

Your Day

Your Day short poem

Spiraling breeze , Tangere sky Sunder clouds , White light spy Dark cease , Silence erase Dew tatter , Essence raise Chill tickled , Buds bloom Celestial lit , Vanishing gloom Birds warble , Leaves rustle Butterfly vie , Wishing

Soul Stuck Human

Soul Stuck Human short poem

I stand by the corners In the dark alleys By the stone walls By the dead-ends I stand by the corners By the walls of the homes One that is darker Than usual I scare you, plot your murder To

Daughter

Daughter prose poem

The two strangers met each other to mingle and lead rest of their life all together The two in course of time were to become three The two dreamt of a baby boy but were disappointed when they found it

Destiny

Destiny short poem

My soul desires to get there, It won’t be by fate I think, To keep my ways clean, Yes I long to get there, Will you make it my better half? They say chosen few will make it there, I

This too will pass

This too will pass short poem

This too will pass And you won’t have a clue Don’t wait for time to do What it can, to you. Suffering in silence, is not one of my virtues But to utter a silent scream, I have learnt Fading

Dirty Time

Dirty Time short poem

Depth of a bruised sea rising from the surface overwhelms the dumb shore shining for impossible tomorrow golden sand, the locked door. History repeats amnesia for a depressed meniscus shifts the nameplate. Here was laid the image of priestlees god

Time To Depart

Time To Depart long poem

Routine activities seldom add pages to the life’s file while human sentimental values take back stage When my daughter decided to re-settle abroad I felt happy for her taking the path of prosperity As the D-day of her departure neared

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For

Journey To The Past

Journey To The Past short poem

What if I could retrace my steps Back to my painful, dreadful past? I have made it a curse and hell Due to my own sheer folly and Unavoidable vice that placed My life at the footsteps of doom. I

Appreciation

Appreciation long poem

You live just once, you know about that? If not, it’s time to realize and just accept it. I’m telling this for you because of weird thing inside my head. It makes me crazy when I’m going into bed. I

Poetry To Me

Poetry To Me short poem

Poetry evokes feelings, Stimulates thoughtful expressions, Evolving a strange emotion, Of an image in mind. It transforms everything, With a new perspective, A reflection of a photographic sight, In significant verses. Poetry is a pictorial, Imagery of words, Intensely used

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

Love You Always

Love You Always short poem

Love you short, love you tall Love you black, love you white Love you smiling, love you frowning Love you always Love your character than your beautiful face Love your composure than your disclosure Love your confidence than your face

All I Unread

All I Unread short poem

I unwrite a song for she, a gratis homage. Questioning imperils the sky, clouds would not weep. A cover-up comes to quote scriptures the meaning of deployment. Was I feeling smug after counting the pages of unread death? ———————————————– I

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for