Sardonyx Poems

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

Virgo

Virgo short poem

Well you are the Virgin of Chasity All fired up in a warm shade of Indigo You are the unification of cosmic Forces in the shadow of Mercury An adaptable soul but you never Compromise your virtues Born of the

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Freedom

Freedom short poem

Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free

I Am Free

I Am Free prose poem

Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with

For You Beloved

For You Beloved short poem

Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into

Mystery

Mystery short poem

The mystery of misery, Unfolds its wings daily, Striking a thought in my head, What is it that we dread? Is it the want to breathe, Or the luxury at seas, Why do we run for glitter, When life itself

The Leafless Tree Poem

The Leafless Tree Poem short poem

The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree. The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree. The tree

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

Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums

Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums long poem

My acoustic six strings Where have you been A piece of wood a group of strings Maplewood rosewood Nylon steel You even have a gold plating It keeps me wondering So pure so sweet I pluck you I strum you

Writing For Peace

Writing For Peace ode

Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships

The Man At The Top Of The Stair

The Man At The Top Of The Stair short poem

Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,

Beautiful God

Beautiful God short poem

Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way

King Of The Sand Castle

King Of The Sand Castle short poem

He peeped out of his castle very frightened someone may call his name. He knew vice-versa they were afraid of him calling him venomous satan in snake skin. Saying he is the sinner of temptation hissing he nods that’s not

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse short poem

Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn

Perseverance

Perseverance short poem

When we met at love point in the last spring To make our amazing dreams come true Together we made promises never to separate And vowed to our everlasting relationship We painted our dreams with wonderful colors Never to forget

Incompleteness

Incompleteness short poem

I am afraid of my incompleteness! The part of me, which is still human, Is afraid of the dark loneliness. Is afraid of the lofty dilemmas Of life, love and death. Relationships, lust and their worth. I am the Hamlet

Destined To Fly

Destined To Fly ballad

Photo by Anemone Jones This heartache consumes me; I have nothing left to give I plead with my soul to forget and forgive Love’s journey has ended, how can that be Hearts once tethered are now set free As the

Blankscape

Blankscape short poem

Chasing the embedded sex of the moon you torched the sun by the stares of dead and turned yourself into a stone of steps. For survival? I knew the gravel, the water therefore cried inside. Navigating in swathes of tristesse

Eyes Full Of Lies

Eyes Full Of Lies short poem

By the gardens I met you, In your eyes I saw the feelings I thought were true. Handled me with care like a feather, Told me we would stay like this forever. Was it wrong wanting to see you everyday,

Another

Another short poem

I am me, but I am not Inside of me, is another me I believe this other me, is also me This me has slumbered for a long time I think this me is also me, or maybe the real

Glory To The King

Glory To The King short poem

Worship and glorify Jesus With Praises and songs Praises to raise our voices To worship and sing songs To honor the Lord Awesome and glorious Beautiful and always the King Of our Salvation who watches Protecting the ones who look

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

Strange Dream

Strange Dream ballad

I had a dream when I was asleep. I dreamt of a land beyond the sea, Where the light all hides beneath the darkness; And one cannot manage to see. And in that land there was loneliness, And in my

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part-i)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part i) long poem

Amazing and awesome dream you are, I wish this dream coming true tomorrow, With new hopes of enthusiasm and exuberance, When the Sun is curious to rise in the morning. Beautiful and becoming you are for me, That always reflect

August Snow

August Snow sonnet poems

How many days will it go, That I’ll wait to hear from you, In how many days will I show, How much love, I do… Its past midnight and I’m still awake, Dawn will break out soon, How long will

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God

See No Good

See No Good short poem

You live in a world where evil prevails. you’re trying to find a way out eventually, your body becomes frail peace becomes a doubt Life isn’t what it used to be only confined to toys now its as deep as

For Him

For Him short poem

Through my struggles, I see, He cuts off every branch every offshoot, every seed He prunes, in my withering He endures me, for my blossom In my cries, He listens to me In my sorrows, He comforts me In my

Hard Nut To Crack

Hard Nut To Crack short poem

When just a little boy inured to bodily harm I stuck a bean inside my button nose which caused parental fright and alarm yielded putrid odor like weeks old black pearl jam stuck between toes Foul fumes a nauseating offal

Rain

Rain short poem

Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in

I Am Dead

I Am Dead elegy

I am Dead! O wind! O sky! I know you have no tears to cry for me, Believe it; you have a song to sing for me! Just shake the trees and make them dance. My life was busy, I

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

I Am Brave

I Am Brave long poem

Brave is nothing without proof But believe me I do believe I am brave Perhaps you will see that Maybe now Maybe in the generation Or maybe not It starts with the nature of you I am braver Than yesterday

In Ruins

In Ruins short poem

Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields

Juliet

Juliet short poem

Rain is falling down but I won’t go until I see you I still keep looking at your window So get on your shoes and come out We’ll run and run and never look back This is our chance to

Spellbound

Spellbound short poem

Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth

Pale Blue Eyes

Pale Blue Eyes prose poem

If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind

Grant Me This Wish

Grant Me This Wish short poem

I play by ear, the concord appears The phoenix labours like a tired flame, Wings inward, My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim; In a nutshell, By the ocean, In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles; Should I Be

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

Grandmother

Grandmother short poem

Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter