Sandpaper Poems

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

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

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Need Or Want

Need Or Want long poem

Need or want Want or need What is it that you are to me? Do I want you like a cool gadget? Or do I need you like air? What is the difference anyway? Does a child want a cookie?

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If Together We Were

If Together We Were short poem

If together we were.. We could love, we could fight, We could try to make things right. When I were wrong, you could keep hold I could care for you, as we grow old. Holding our hands we could go

Sisters Are Love

Sisters Are Love long poem

Knock out their hearts,feel the water falls Let’s dare play with the juicy blood balls Scattering of priceless charm in the beats Shattering of heart walls and glassy sheets Sisters are the LOVE For in no comparison with poetry of

Oh England

Oh England short poem

Oh, England, you green and pleasant land, your beauty never ceases to instil a calmness in my hands. A sense of peace; contentment within my wandering mind, a fulfilling feast for longing eyes that seem always looking behind. The golden

Upon Her Desire

Upon Her Desire short poem

Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was

Analysis Of The Written Word

Analysis Of The Written Word prose poem

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

Dissociation

Dissociation short poem

Feeding me heroic tales I call drunken fiction, he is still pouring zinfandel down my throat gawking at me the same way he does gazing into the mirror Inching forward with lingering fingers, he pleads. Indifferent, I acknowledge. It’s a

Turning The Page

Turning The Page short poem

Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page

Unattended

Unattended short poem

Evening wore a floral dress. Blue birds announced their departure opening red wings. You know them, buffs of night who would not wait for the moon to rise and I had nothing to hide. These tragic toes black with gangrene

Cupid’s Loss

Cupids Loss short poem

Cupid wrote a poem  Hefty in the shape of hearts The mischievous wind grew jealous Plotting to scatter his heartfelt leaflets            Not remembering their order  He sorted them best he could The wind laughed at his misfortune Proud of its

Places To Go

Places To Go short poem

I’ve places to go And things to do. If you have the time I will talk with you. I can’t slow down Time moves too fast. I’m heading to the future I’ve no time for the past. Old folks sitting,

Pacemaker

Pacemaker short poem

Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The

Shyrene

Shyrene short poem

Once upon my nocturne sorrow,  As I delineate the morrow,  Of a dream, flourishing in might,  To fizzle in the morning light,  Such when the waves swept me ocean,  Of glum, beneath skies, cerulean,  My memory holding serene,  The fairest

Graveyard Witch

Graveyard Witch prose poem

Oh no and I will not forget tonight! If you loved me you’d treat me well oh but what the hell, don’t you know pay backs are hell! You will be sorry when I work my spell on you, yes

Love Sonnet 223

Love Sonnet 223 sonnet poems

Some moonlit nights have shone not very bright, This, sadly, I found to be so one day, Or was it one night, that held no delight, Could be because, love, you were not with me; Woe, this belief was augmented

Silent Conversations

Silent Conversations short poem

As I lay down on the sandy beach, And looked deep in your silvery blue eyes, I saw that familiar twinkle, As you looked at me and smiled. You gazed at me as I lay, Blanketed by the love in

Evening Shadows

Evening Shadows prose poem

Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little

The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

The Queen Of The Night

The Queen Of The Night long poem

The queen of the night, is power indeed She shelters the wicked and those who have need We hide in her shadow, the killer and sneak She helps us to find those things that we seek I met her, I

A Grand Welcome

A Grand Welcome short poem

April ushers the summer here A period we all fear. Sweltering heat takes its toll, Dissuading any, from a stroll. The streaming rays in the morn, Heralds a warm dawn, Another steaming day, I reckon, As the days beckon. But

When The World Is Burning

When The World Is Burning short poem

When the sun burns And the world screams Do you wish for rain? I like it when it screams The world, what does it scream? Can’t you hear the reason for being here? Don’t let it fall Forget the rain

Mountain Stream

Mountain Stream short poem

Hey , you awesome mountain stream ! Dashing out on a playful spree Allow me to join your great journey From the sky high hills to the level of sea Mesmerised by your magical appearance My heart has always sought

Tombstones

Tombstones short poem

I saw tombstones Some ornate , others plain. All had a story hidden Of fulfilment and emptiness. Death is a leveller And makes us realise All are equal Even if born amidst riches. The journey from cradle to grave Is

C’est La Vie

Cest La Vie short poem

Others knew it as a song Some use it as expression For me, it was our story “C’est la vie” How can I say this? So many words to express How will I start? Let me say I love you

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse short poem

Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

Paybacks Are Hell

Paybacks Are Hell short poem

Well and Paybacks are hell aren’t they But you can’t say you didn’t have it Coming… Respect me and I’ll respect you Disrespect me and I’ll disrespect you It works both ways… Don’t make it harder on yourself now Than

Yonder Slumbering

Yonder Slumbering short poem

Tell me not to rise again, Yonder slumbering magic hands of futility Have lulled me to rest in suave peace’s grave And are inviting drowsiness enough to blink. Thanks thou merchant of senselessness Trades countless pains in forlorn heart Till

Perfection

Perfection short poem

Her eyes hid a shade of beauty A sense of a deeper struggle, restrained behind dried up tears and sealed lips A tale of always searching for acceptance in mediocrity Next to a society determining what beauty is, from a

Lady In White

Lady In White short poem

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

A Passionate Gardener To His Love

A Passionate Gardener To His Love short poem

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the gardens trod, We’ll stroll along the springs and brook, On to some hidden cozy nook; Red roses by your neck I’ll hang, We’ll walk on grass that’s

Love’s Brief Hour

Loves Brief Hour short poem

In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You short poem

I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself I should let you go after all the tears you’ve caused me to cry but you’re still so deep in my heart I think I’ll love you ’til the day I

A Letter To Adele In My Head

A Letter To Adele In My Head long poem

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

Dirty Pretty Words

Dirty Pretty Words prose poem

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

Soul Mates

Soul Mates short poem

Asphyxiation Singing the last song Protons killing protons Atoms of ice and stone Lick the side of your ice cream cone Kiss the air when I’m gone Death is near Like a trap unseen Like a person with no name