Rondeau Poems

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

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“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

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My Struggling Life

My Struggling Life short poem

Life I just don’t know how to describe it, But still I will try little BIT . As a child I always heard that life is a Puzzle to Solve , But when I started getting answers Questions started to

Missing

Missing long poem

Missing: The perfect guy if found contact me you’ll know where i’ll be just look into his eyes and you’ll see. he’s about six feet tall, he’s a lair in love with football, treat you to nice meals and never

Rose

Rose short poem

Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time

An Ode To “once Mine” Love

An Ode To once Mine Love short poem

We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each

“diva” My Bird

diva My Bird short poem

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

Recipe for Mud Cake

Recipe for Mud Cake short poem

A bowl of butter, dough, eggs and sugar come together, Mix till the consistency is right, you’ll figure. Next, molten chocolate you will take, Add to the bowl, not a drop you must forsake! The contents of the bowl you

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Casting An Imagination

Casting An Imagination short poem

I casted an imagination today , I used the clay of my thoughts, Chiseled it with learning, Moulded it into words, Baked it with knowledge, And painted it with love.

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

Happiness Happens , When the Sun shines , bird rhymes , flower blooms , and river flows . Happiness Happens , When the airs breeze , ice freeze , clouds thunder , and kids wonder . Happiness Happens , When

Nostalgic Memories

Nostalgic Memories short poem

Singing about twinkle of the stars, Asking the black sheep for wool, Reading about spider making webs, I wish those days could come back again. In middle school had the first crush, When she would come around I would blush,

A Real Heavy Poem

A Real Heavy Poem short poem

This poem hates you. This poem thinks you’re dirt. What does it look like down there? What does the ground taste like? This poem is tough. This poem is hard. This poem is hate. How does that make you feel?

Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

It burns. It stings. It makes my heart yearn. And how those birds sing. I long to be free. I need release. Why won’t the demons listen to my plea? I will never experience the kiss of peace. I’ve seen

Born To Struggle!

Born To Struggle! ode

conception announced, nine months tenancy begins, pregnancy troubles follow, delivery is here, three-year weaning gone by very fast. hurray! pre-k education is here, elementary school is over, middle and high schools completed, prom seal received, legal age-eighteen- creates buzz and

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You?

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You? long poem

Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt

The Right

The Right short poem

The war is not enough, The death is not enough Now someone maintain a silence Because they want some more death, And many of them want to live, But don’t forget, they want death, So many deaths! Is it mine?

Rise To The Occasion

Rise To The Occasion short poem

When people like troubled flock, From next door or around the block, Come crashing on the rocks When hard times come Flashing alarms on their clocks, But their opportunity doesn’t knock Will you be there for them, to confide? Or

That Smile

That Smile short poem

That smile… ooh, that smile. It has its own style… taming the wild. Bringing out the child within an old soul. That smile has its own glow … an independent show. Among the undeserving … that smile just keeps on

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Monsoon

Monsoon short poem

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

Heart Beats For You

Heart Beats For You short poem

I couldn’t stop loving you; Though every time I tried. It’s because whenever I needed you; Every time you were by my side. Roses were painted red; And sky was painted blue. But my life was dyed; With the lovely

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July short poem

Walking down Fifteenth Avenue trying to ease the cramped claws of plantar fasciitis out of my foot sun is juice-orange above the horizon keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky there is shredded paper in the gutters firecracker red

Flooding Of Tears

Flooding Of Tears short poem

Tears when in sorrow or Tears when in happiness are like flow of river When either in sorrow or in happiness tears refused to flow it is like storing river water across Dam After undergoing sorrow or enjoying happiness the

Don’t Be Afraid Of Daddy

Dont Be Afraid Of Daddy short poem

Midnight, A cold night in November. Mama braiding my hair with her hands so tender. Hearing moans of fright in the air, she said, That’s just your daddy and he’s having nightmares again. Mama why you puttin’ up all them

Come Close

Come Close short poem

Look into my eyes when you’re close to me: I want to lose myself in deeper waters than the sea, To drown me in heavens more distant as the farthest star, To feel that finding myself is not something impossible!

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart short poem

The heart that pains is the one that bleeds Its wounds last for a lifetime to be The more it tries to hide its scars It aches more than the pain before Sealing its doors without an entrance The heart

Temple Of Illusions

Temple Of Illusions long poem

Yesterday I took a trip, I flew across the stars and galaxies and landed on a planet just like ours- Felt the waves wash me as I woke up, Sunshine and bright happy clouds – Grassy pastures, Tall trees swaying

Choose A Side

Choose A Side short poem

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

Thought You Knew

Thought You Knew prose poem

Can’t You Tell? I Love…. I Smile… I Live in his Grace I make mistakes… I right my wrongs… The light inside shines through my face. They are angry with mean words Judging my pain We Flow in and out,

What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road. When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair started spewing dark smoke from all orifices. She slowed and pulled over onto

Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And

Final Night

Final Night long poem

Let’s storm into love forever tonight, Hey! Beauty is beautiful for once. I can sense truth in your eyes this night, Poison tastes sweeter than honey since. It’s the final night together, baby! kiss this pain away forever. you are

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

Shattered Dreams

Shattered Dreams short poem

Dreams never stay the same, They change frequently. Your goal is not a game- As others would see. From an athlete, To social service. You don’t compete- But you never miss. Once those become an illusion, You’re finding new dreams.

God’s Brain Teasers

Gods Brain Teasers prose poem

Life going perfect for me No wish unfulfilled even those In my weirdest dream I could see The thoughts people always pose Suddenly Almighty plans A new weather just for a change Smiling smugly like the summer rain And I

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Over The Wire 1968

Over The Wire 1968 long poem

There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

If Only Bucks Could Bargain

If Only Bucks Could Bargain short poem

Nostalgia and memories dreams and reveries The undying hopes overflowing joy from the eyes Silent hug or a kiss of a child a stroll in the wild Tying tiny bud to a daughter’s braid soothing your son that scars and