Saving Poems

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

Sonnet for Saving the Nature

Sonnet for Saving the Nature sonnet poems

Something is just not right, When I roam these places.. Only thing that’s in my sight; The same weary faces…. Indifference to what’s going on, Every where the same problem.. What we had it’s gone, And not even a trace

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You’re My Hero

Youre My Hero long poem

Well and you are one of a kind There’s no one in the world like you I know ‘cuz you lift me up so high When I’m down so low… That’s why you’re My Hero and I Know I ain’t

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Reckless Words

Reckless Words ballad

The hardest thing I have ever done was say goodbye to you Reckless words spoken, a desperate act of an unknowing fool Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only those of flesh and bone A broken heart will easily shatter, no

Life’s Happening Now

Lifes Happening Now short poem

People here and people there, Are living their lives full of fear. “Past was bad. Future will be worse.” That’s what I hear people saying. Thinking about their past, I see them sobbing. But my people, life’s happening now! Enjoy

Natural Born Winner

Natural Born Winner short poem

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh, or feeling a sharp pain within your chest. Words can cut, words can destroy, thats how words are felt when you are a boy. When I became an adult my

Listen…

Listen... short poem

In your eyes I have seen the fear Of the silence that follows death. Un-erasable, un-quiet-able silence. Of the loneliness that ensues And the realisation – That the dead will never return. That no matter how earnestly you try Conversations

An Urchin Love

An Urchin Love long poem

With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers

Bluer Than Blues

Bluer Than Blues long poem

The last gift from my father was B.B. King’s blues on CD. A week after my father’s death my mother handed me one of the towels she bought as a gift for the guests coming to the funeral, as it

Your Lie In April

Your Lie In April prose poem

They say that when you fall in love, your world turns brighter. I never thought it would be true… At least, not until I met you. From the crest of the hill, I could see you looking off in the

Siblings Lane

Siblings Lane long poem

I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and

The Seeds

The Seeds ode

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Freedom Is He

Freedom Is He ode

Dedicated to Brother Leonard Peltier The invisible rain Irrigates your roots Flowers contain Scents of your thoughts Wrapping mother earth With life saving birth Energetic space Father sky’s embrace Peltier Leonard The brave great guard For those who care To

Stepford

Stepford prose poem

Sorry that I refuse to be a good man, The one that bends to a will without breaking. The one that shouts your praises from mountain tops While saving kittens And Organizing decadent bouquets of flowers made by Boxes of

Sharing The Pain

Sharing The Pain short poem

Feel happy on some ones smile Share some ones agony and pain Be concerned about some ones welfare then your Life is worth the Living You never mind If I am broke You Mind my heart which is so very

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home short poem

This filth feels like home And I just left my friend I want to stay calm but The drugs kick in again That feeling hits the bone And I am at the end I cannot reap what I’ve sown I

Behind The Scenes

Behind The Scenes prose poem

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all

Two Cats

Two Cats long poem

Walking on the streets nearby, a small pussy, I saw, Mewing, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hungry, I felt the need of saving and serving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as

The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me prose poem

Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle requires

Heart On Happy Place

Heart On Happy Place short poem

HEART ON HAPPY PLACE is your kiss on my lips The tender touch of your hand upon my face The way you hold me tight, every morning, Every night oh it’s like some kinda fairy tale Romance, love heaven sent

Locked In Poetry

Locked In Poetry sonnet poems

I’ll let you know some things if I may, Like a captor addressing a prisoner to be. Words like ropes that do not fray, I am locking you in my poetry. It is selfish of me to hold you like

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds long poem

A sleight of the hand, a melodramatic move; Fate plays its final hand, A royal flush established, a victorious counter-move. Or was it simply you, in tandem with candor? Your misdemeanor forgotten, Simply an existential demeanor? How do you plead,

Never Be

Never Be short poem

the first time I saw you I knew I’d love you forever because I knew I’d loved you before I was certain you’d haunt my days and swallow my nights you once seemed to love me back but you grew

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? short poem

Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s

He Strums

He Strums ballad

He strums my heart away With each fleeting day Memories come in array Wish such moments were here to stay I wonder if it’s me or just his way! Should he stop I’d fall to dismay! Who knew fingers could

Point Of View

Point Of View short poem

You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger. I was looking into your eyes, something was amiss, tears had become stones. How long your breast was carrying this despair? You said it was a crime to hold

The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me ode

  Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? long poem

What is beauty? Is it on a cloudless night, when every star that has ever lived is in the sky, in your and only your sight, and it’s nothing you have ever seen before? Is it when the sun neither

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Broken Chains

Broken Chains short poem

Chains remain chains till the time they are token Of all love and affection by staying knitted well But when hatred overtakes they stand broken Then love no more aspires to dwell in hell In the darkness of quagmire of

Broken Man

Broken Man short poem

Broken Man When you’re down and out Ain’t no friends about Pissed off you could almost shout But no one here to hear No one comes near Loneliness may be contagious You can pick up ‘loser’ if you don’t wash

A Calling Of Angels

A Calling Of Angels long poem

whispers.. velvet vibations taunt for what do we seek eyes, hands & wings faint laughter pause to a slow pitched sound angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement closer then ever before many evoke fear a cast of feathers drifting

But A Mere Traveler

But A Mere Traveler short poem

I am but a mere Traveler On a dusty winding road, With only a box of feelings And my pet toad. I met many people, many strangers, Many foes. But only some of them deserve their roles, In my trampled,

What I Want To Be?

What I Want To Be? short poem

I want to be a slender, colourful butterfly to sip the nectar from many variety of flowers; I want to be the shining silver lightning to rip open the heart of the sky; I want to be a dew drop

John Lennon Is Still Near

John Lennon Is Still Near ode

Where are you John? They ask they say John is still near, he is on my way Along the road and every while Up in the sky I see his smile In the empty space his sound vibrates I feel

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must

Parents In Winter

Parents In Winter short poem

In the cold unfamiliar air an unconditional future cries out. Without a word loving ears understand with a timeless instinctual wisdom. Patience and strength are quietly demanding an audience. Repetition gives small comforts to those who wait behind a transparent

Nobody

Nobody elegy

I am nobody I am a king without a throne A garden in the desert of a tree Who knows where I come from Who knows where I go Who knows why I spare my dreams for nothing I am

Just For You

Just For You short poem

well i dont know what should i tell you feeling are so ebullience cant express you. i don’t know its wrong or Right but its feel awesome when you hold my hand so tight sometimes i think why it happens

Qualia Of A Walk

Qualia Of A Walk long poem

Quintessential to feed brilliance is a walk inside one’s sphere. It is a mirror that lets you in on how one looks on the outside. but never how they are from inside. Ubiquitous are your eyes and thoughts as you

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Dusk has fallen Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation Helped by the gentle breeze Birds’s lullabies Happy with their young Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended Protectors day and night Far off mountains