Shovel Poems

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

Replacing The Shovel

Replacing The Shovel short poem

She destroyed him And he loved her for it He brought the trouble She brought the shovel To bury all the tainted pieces Of his former self Partners in crime Doing the red eye boogie With wolves In sheep’s clothing

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Grandpa’s Photo

Grandpas Photo prose poem

We used to have a house, ignorant of his birthday anniversary. Its wall was hanged on a black and white photo, The photo hanged by a thread made of the fur of a goat coming from pre-Islamic era, The thread

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Plasma On The Pavement

Plasma On The Pavement short poem

Release from your own skin Soul is in shreds and leaks poison while wasting valuable Plasma on the pavement End result sub-par / sub-human No existence cruel than this Maybe… No. Yes… To exist without challenge Opposition does not exist

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

Love Sonnet 154

Love Sonnet 154 sonnet poems

Your sweetness calls to me as though honey, That speaks rightly for countless humming bees, Or ambiance that floral scents convey, Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees; As water gushing from rocks, crystal clear, For having passed

Humanity

Humanity short poem

Have you seen the wrath of Humanity? They feel it brings them sanctity. With the blood of the innocent, They feel it’s for them to mend. They say it’s heaven on earth But the innocent lay covered with blood, From

Dolce Lecce

Dolce Lecce ode

Ciao Lecce, dolce Lecce Pink flowers cascade down from baroque rooftops past the watchful eyes of permanent guards Sunny streets the home of artists capturing the beauty to be carried home At the city center a pole surrounded by locks

Playing Hard To Get

Playing Hard To Get long poem

She started to shake inside. Felt sick with anger and distrust. Now that the culprit that broke her heart was back in town. The past memories where clouding his judgement. Neither do I care. As a far I am concerned

Silence

Silence short poem

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

But A Love Now Long Gone

But A Love Now Long Gone elegy

One summer’s eve in Spain, I fled through an open window, Butterflies aflight In the very pit of me, And I tramped the streets, My heart abrim With such a love, But a love now long gone. With my final

Happiness

Happiness long poem

To those profound little eyes every gesture espy, The tiny mind suspects all odd Alike little Alex was, with his ceaseless questions, Made people go “Oh my god” Tossing his schoolbag, rushing towards the kitchen, That day Alex asked ‘Mom,

Mother Of Pearl

Mother Of Pearl long poem

You may not know my name But we are friends just the same You have watched over me While in my sleep You have watched over me While in thought so deep You’ve been with me from The day I

Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings short poem

You Smile, I Smile. You cry, I fret. You like, I nod. You talk, I crave to listen. I choose, You concur. I offer, You, at times differ. I negate, You affirm-ate. When my eyes sparkle with joy, You are

Princess

Princess short poem

With the golden eyes of a pharaoh – Her forebears brought down lions – Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt: Lithe and supple, fleet of foot, She covers this northern turf With ceaseless leaps and bounds. Her loyalty

Inspiration

Inspiration short poem

A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of

Naughty But Nice

Naughty But Nice short poem

Cake and custard, Bread and jam and mustard. Yum yum yum, Filling up my tum. Nice chocolate muffin, Big balls of stuffing. Yummy yummy yummy, My round tummy. Bourbon biscuits and custard creams, Sweet jam donuts bursting at the seams.

The Lost Existence

The Lost Existence short poem

Losing was my wont so , I let go things . The green garden embedded with pink pearls , the petunias that crawled from the pot to heaven . I lost my childhood the early summer of my life the

Drops Of Love

Drops Of Love short poem

Love like dewdrops, Awakens and glistens, Dances in my heart, Like flowers of spring. I behold you everywhere, In my heart’s deepest desire. With a song in my soul, In the quicksand of times. A soothing balm of life, The moonbeams

Penned For Him

Penned For Him short poem

I witness the sparkling stars! Amidst the daily wars! The world that had a touch of gloom, Is now gardened only to bloom! My heart filled with morning dew, Never hesitates to embrace something new! I could feel my fantasies

Day Of Judgement

Day Of Judgement short poem

In last journey he wanted to have a free run without rumors of reconciliation. From years back he watched – friends, disappeared one by one. He became his own enemy. The ravines were waiting for the sacrificial throw of a

Ways of love struck heart

Ways of love struck heart short poem

The dice were loaded right from the start what would they roll was destiny’s game would it be love or would they roll out hate would they lead to bliss or bitterness was the fate strange are the chances and

All in One

All in One short poem

Little Jenny woke up and rushed to her granny. Granny sat by the window, gazing through ‘the window’ she held, Jenny gave her granny a peck and ran to her mama, Busy as ever, packing her darling’s lunch in ‘that

His Dress Spoke More

His Dress Spoke More short poem

His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more

Remember It Or Forget

Remember It Or Forget short poem

Always forget the things , which makes you sad. But never forget those , which makes you glad . Forget those friends , who were untrue. But never leave those , who were always with you . Learn from those

Black Knights

Black Knights short poem

Standing in the middle of the sun, trying to stop the time, waiting long near the bus stops, just in need of one bite. We dont have choice between work or study, as we are the children who sit beside

The River

The River ode

As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity

Will I Fade?

Will I Fade? short poem

Being a girl, what is it like? No! You can’t be out late, you can’t ride a bike Don’t party hard, keep the boys at bay You have all the freedom they say But why then are our choices already

The River

The River short poem

A river runs through us the river of life With its twists and its turns, and its banks out of sight (early morning misty light scatters these dregs of the day – O! the unbidden tears) The flotsam and jetsam

In Purgatorio?

In Purgatorio? short poem

Sometimes I imagine, I am free: free to come out from a diagram, to bring inside out. Ultimately rescued from the ancestors, and ready to face my unborn children. An apparition sneaks in. Transgender? Half human, half god? There is

Eternal Wait

Eternal Wait short poem

Fear of becoming sane inherits the hate of earth. I wake up in the rains of time. Fire of soul extracts the thought shapes like stark naked truth in the desert of pain – unbirthing the child of wisdom. I

Love Sonnet 214

Love Sonnet 214 sonnet poems

Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine; How like sunset is, to the falling tide,

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament short poem

I tire of the feelings of dread That envelop my heart every day. The dread, and the hopelessness, That fuels this necessary evil of life. Analysis, thinking, computation, Makes my brain overheat Like an outdated machine under pressure. But still

Dreams

Dreams short poem

Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare

Nightmares

Nightmares prose poem

Our souls felt cold, and our hearts were dry That was the day my family began to die Though by God’s grace, we did survive, We could not resist asking him why Our lovely daughter met an older guy who

I V/s We

I V/s We short poem

Cannot decode the signature of fear beneath the huge eyes, serene and calm, darting right and left, like a stricken animal at frenzy. Drift we must; will seldom cross the path. Agony of existence, flying thighs, erect humps, sliding on

Glorious

Glorious short poem

My death, your friend, pretend to end this suffering of sorts, I grin It’s clear, as looking through a window, of what I see in thee a din Don’t ever forget you are a boy who met a man triumphantly

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb)

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb) short poem

Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling

Conflict Within

Conflict Within prose poem

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to