Selflove Poems

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

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill…

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill... short poem

And I don’t care how high you are Is your mind open? Blissful emotions exploding in these tunes Mind blown, useless frowns Wake me up This life is endless, it’s passing Moving fast or not fast enough Fully loaded,Let me

Being You?

Being You? short poem

Make it out, what’s inside you; for the  beholds something special for you. Try and hear what’s yelling from inside you, and let that totally, and wholly absorb you. For your very life is not moderate , and so should

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Your Story Should Be Told

Your Story Should Be Told prose poem

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the

An Evening In The Woods

An Evening In The Woods prose poem

The evening was cool, dark and heavy, I took the path less trodden by leading into the dense, deep, dark forest; From a distance I could hear the breaking of the waves. Alas!! How fortunate they are…..! I don’t have

Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

Finding her

Finding her short poem

I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I

Life’s Daily Cycles

Lifes Daily Cycles short poem

Life’s daily cycles: Mind thinks, feels, dreams. Intellect reasons; Heart craves; The “I” deluded, thinks it acts, It enjoys, it suffers; Waking, dreaming, sleeping cycles. Each in Cycle their own, revel; In the dim background; The silent ever Wakeful Awareness,

Snakes

Snakes short poem

I’m sorry, terrified, I truly fear snakes. To kill one, I don’t have what it takes, Its bite I’ve never had through my veins, But my fragile thoughts with horror it stains. Its hiss, more louder in my ear than

Call Me The Educated Man

Call Me The Educated Man short poem

Let me be an educated man, With my suit and tie, As I feel my belly with a lie, Hiding the hollow space with a dashing smile, For I fall not into the trap, My life is all if not

Elation

Elation short poem

Gaze up with eyes adoring With the world a world away Let filtered light seep deep within Along your heart’s highway Dream dreams of golden goodness While in rapture you await The drenching shower of ecstasy That will all fears

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?

Once Again

Once Again short poem

The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let

Couldn’t Believe My Heart

Couldn’t Believe My Heart short poem

After all this time I thought I was over you But seeing you again today just took my Breath away and I JUST COULDN’T BELIEVE MY HEART, here I go again falling in love with You all over again, falling

Criticism

Criticism short poem

”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,

Angel Of The Solitudes

Angel Of The Solitudes prose poem

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

These streets

These streets short poem

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

Die A Little More Everyday

Die A Little More Everyday short poem

That’s your song I listen to every night, foolish I feel and still I think you may come someday back to my surprise, That’s what you always did back then when you were mine, some sweet surprise. Those country songs,

Let’s play Life

Let’s play Life ode

Life is a game of Rummy, game of chances and skills, You got to play with what’s doled out to you, The Aces, the Kings, the Queens and the Jacks, And pip cards with value from two to ten, So

I Love The Rain, But…

I Love The Rain, But... short poem

Overwhelmed, the sky precipitates, pouring its guts out; luckily I sit on the dry side of the pane, snugly… smugly… till… A pigeon flits, looking for its 6 inches, as all around birds fight for every inch; a dog dives

Cry Me A River

Cry Me A River short poem

Unable to reach you Unable to teach you How to love How to remove The hurt of the heart I feel maximum pain I feel like max payne Imagine what we could have made An angel calls And I continue

The Right Decision

The Right Decision ode

Flora and fauna Never abuse Take the right decision Never to lose Natural balance Always keep and choose Uphold your look Cosmic law is the book You are not my master I am not yours Different creatures Ruled by same

A Birthday Song

A Birthday Song ode

Happy birthday indeed! What a best friend you are To those who are in need: To have an open talk To find a path to walk… To listen to a lovely tune To watch it this full moon To sit

Something Along Those Lines

Something Along Those Lines elegy

The human? That is not a question mark, but purely a contemplative issue. Dilemma, bridge connecting light from dark. And timelessness, cocooned in timely tissue. Recumbent on duality of mind, pulled multiple directions by his cares, the human, guilty, slumbers

Eternity

Eternity long poem

Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.

He Earned The TITLE!

He Earned The TITLE! long poem

A torn shirt, leather tied short and bare feet, Can cover his body but only for a while. Harsh lords and withered rocks and leaves; He can survive in them but only for a while. A happy bird on the

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

Out Of My Mind

Out Of My Mind long poem

Well I came to know you just a week or so ago And you seemed different than the others but After you got what you wanted you didn’t want Me anymore, I should’ve known you were just Another player… And

My Innocent Dove

My Innocent Dove ode

She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.

Unknown

Unknown short poem

Your intimidating eyes Encapsulates the skies Of thunder and hailstorm yet you are so warm.. Those hairs leaning down when no one’s around carelessly kissing your forehead As if something has been left unsaid!!! Ohh..Look at your mole On the

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

Keep your eyes Open

Keep your eyes Open short poem

Life just passes by Leaving you no chance It builds the walls The walls that never let us go But if you keep your eyes open Then you’ll see Then you’ll see The blue skies And then you will know

You, My Angel!

You, My Angel! short poem

“Don’t whisper something in my ear, So sweet your voice be, that I’ll collapse, Together we be, just you and I, till eternity, No worry, no care about the time lapse. Don’t you appear in the bowl of my eye,

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 Bee

The Bee prose poem

One summers day in mid-July, I sauntered down a rocky path, secluded and forbidding; the trees and vines were on all sides, entangled, strong, and hidden; I trudged along the darkened path with fear for one full hour, with help,

Words countdown

Words countdown short poem

A thought so perturbing that questions our state of being what is the purpose of this life and living? too short a time and the doubts unending this countdown in sync with our birth sooner demystified the better it is

Talking To A Friend

Talking To A Friend short poem

Living between the deaths as a witness to a silence between the words. Leaves had fallen: yet a dry tree was still flowering exuberantly under a scorching sun. My day has come, but I was far away from shores of

Values To Stay

Values To Stay short poem

Used stamp collecting of childhood days didn’t cost much. The knowledge revealed lasted for the lifetime. What happened to the electric car? Its picture was on a stamp postmarked 1917. Pictures on stamps reveal what and where. Much geography is

The Warrior

The Warrior prose poem

I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what

Moving On

Moving On short poem

Thoughts need collating for fresher start again Midst environs amiable devoid of societal strain Rise above compulsions rewrite afresh the slate Be one with the nucleus in mystical sort of state