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“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with
This poem is on the small town Udupi, and the beautiful temples that grace Udupi. Madhwa Acharya had been the man behind the vision, that thrives in its glory, timelessly. The hermit by the shore, with his followers A ship
In the empty house of snow, though, interred a blade of grass when I was searching one midnight flame in frozen night, on parting lips of darkness. The art of delusion churns the sea for an untitled arsenic, of a
If someone said to me: “I can’t waste my time just worried about my attitude (like you do), If I did I wouldn’t have my prestigious job, like you don’t; I wouldn’t own my huge expensive house or everything top-of-the-line,
Simple strips, Some woods and shrubs. Deserted or inhabited, Explored or not. Islands, They have a certain character, A saintly serenity. it is there like a sage, ever waiting To embrace those lost sailors Coming washed ashore. An isle of
Stone A gust alive; a redwood dead Sleep softwood your peaceful breath A gust dies Stone in stillness; still, revealed From emptiness a gust begins, like water, carving the stone around A grain of sand, unknown, found Reach for the
She counted butterflies through my eyes Stood on her toes and; touched the skies In one long breath, she gulped a cloud And sang to the birds, clear and loud She danced in the rain and climbed the trees She
Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you
You’re so good. “your imperfections make you perfect.” you said that to me. is this how family trees begin? I can’t say something that I don’t know I want to know to know everything I want to know if you’ll
Dear Sweetness, The very day I saw your fair, pretty face I noticed a spark between us. Though, it took a little bit longer for us to completely know each other… It’s a silly thing to ignore you. It’s the
the coming day pushes the blue sky west o’er the far valley beyond the mountains crest I left her down in Corazon without forgiveness…in the night she was searching for the grace of God she was looking…for the light but
Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song
Alone I sit in dark and cold, so much around,yet nothing to hold. The light beckons me Urges to see The honest feelings Spent on deceitful dealings. Stumble over a shattered dream and pain that made me scream. Missing are
I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring
The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of
Dry leaves ruffle together like voices over a gentle waterfall. In this coolness of night are echoes that drift ever so quiet on a breeze, into sleep and the solitude of dreaming. A single thought, a breath, a tear… Sounds
He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
“stay away” the voices screamed, but my heart beat in denial, everything i was taught i remembered to forgot he’s going to give you more pain this your love is insane i couldn’t let him go you want to know
My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.
This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,
Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A
The curves of a dark alley hide the secret of long lost happiness. My mind meanders in the narrow paths and a gush of brackish water hits my face, chokes my thoughts. I hear the cries of memories drowned there
He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.
Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost
The holes we create within our lives Whilst struggling with all the lies A patchwork of building blocks That sometimes make us have to stop And take into our own account Perhaps with help we can surmount Though fear we
She’s as dark as midnight, dark as pitch, darker than the foulest bitch Give your dark heart to me Your presence torments every part of my body I dream about you so passionately My dreams are the regrets of my