Speach Poems

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

Chronic

Chronic long poem

sip on my forty one foot on the floor one, two, three & to the flow drop this dope joint right from a young G’s perspective I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeping falling back on that

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Her love for Africa.

Her love for Africa. long poem

Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live

Buffalo Soldier

Buffalo Soldier long poem

If you know your history Then you will know where I’m coming from Jam to Jah Rhasta enlighten man Out in the bush where fish is biting Yet we are hiding for self discovery All of life is one big

The Man

The Man short poem

Every day in his life was hell, Repercussions he could hardly spell. He endured drudgery to pay his bills, No time for Netflix and chills. Man, he never had the privilege of peers, His world was always shrouded by petulant

Flux

Flux short poem

Melancholy doesn’t leave it settles in paints the world grey and yes it’s a beautiful monochrome but sometimes even sight becomes lachrymose, then tone is known as just a piece of soul in a different pitch, life seems loud and

Sin

Sin short poem

My sins have risen landing me in a prison Darkness dwells In the corner of my cell Hope has fled And trust is dead There is no humanity Only insanity Innocence is not alive anymore It is something I thrive

Midnight Angel

Midnight Angel short poem

Oh Midnight Angel higher than a kite throw your clothes and a few things together and drive your new car like a bird in flight back across the Georgia state line whatever the weather never you mind you know every

A Night Under the Stars

A Night Under the Stars long poem

Cant say what i mean here but just so that it doesn’t go obscure, I tell you a story of two feathers and a starry starry night…. A few lines from the song though it cant be related much to

Lost And Found

Lost And Found long poem

Yes, a soul it was Unscathed by the touches of emotion Yes, a soul it was At the nascent stage Of an emotional touch Days went by And the unblemished soul Had now streaks of various hues such as: A

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Spare Me At Least After My Death…

Spare Me At Least After My Death... short poem

Lying on the platform Bathed in my own blood Writhing in pain Eyes closing I know my life is coming to an end My voice hardly reaching my own ears I reach out my arms for help No head turns

Betrayal: Not An End

Betrayal: Not An End elegy

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down That’s your betrayal which hunted me down An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me Its you and you, which really hurts me Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island Wasn’t

Madame Tussaud’s

Madame Tussauds short poem

“Madame Tussaud’s” Initially I was scared to enter that semi dark hall, The hall of statues- An eerie atmosphere, The smell of ancient dresses worn by statues, Oh my God–those wax sculptures, Had brainwashed my mind like a jaundiced fellow,

Paradox

Paradox short poem

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

Journey of Life

Journey of Life short poem

Journey of life, highs and lows Treading on with smiles or woes Love, laughter, scares and screams All in tow we pursue dreams Disillusioned, hope we seek Keep faith, when prospects seem bleak Often life seems a battle without a

As I Sit In Silence

As I Sit In Silence short poem

As I sit, in silence, With just my soul, I can see the present, More so, than ever before I feel as if I was just born, Unto the mother’s breast All fresh and new, Wrapped in pink, The unconscious

Leave him be

Leave him be short poem

Bleak is the light that shone once on horizon it is dusk again before it could be dawn he took the flight thinking love would heal flew too close to sun had not read the fable of Icarus perhaps now

Primary Group

Primary Group short poem

They were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat like caught fish slap their tails against the ground they cheated on life from time to time smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line faking laughter clasping teeth

What If We Were Brave

What If We Were Brave short poem

What if we were brave What is we dared to do all we wanted Would that be good Would that be bad It could be both It could be neither A choice would appear before us A choice between two

A Dreamer Of Dreams

A Dreamer Of Dreams long poem

Outside my door was a rainbow of color I’d never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door He set the color of blue in your eyes through which I now see summer skies

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada?

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada? short poem

Notwithstanding the obvious and comforting Exceptions (exceptions die hard, don’t they?) The tycoons of luxury are not so different from Those operating in any other market segment. In the globalized economy, where the smart ones learn Quickly how to circumvent

Conscience (The Only Adviser)

Conscience (The Only Adviser) short poem

However popular you are, you feel most unpopular at times Popularity is like an intoxication feelings of pride takes you to the skies when the spirits sink in feelings of frustration sets in the moment spirits sink out Glitter and

Response

Response short poem

The myopic tongues of tall trees, going downhill to find the roots of four-letter words of dead, unspoken, but sung in dark. They had come out of the skin. River was flowing on emotional track, with heavy eyelids. Father said,

Walking

Walking long poem

I hear the version All existence I face I learn to adopt to try asses I connect to contact a word for you Still I want to love—-too… WALKING(2) Flying a smile Flying a love Love walks on way Cave-paints

Velvetine Velour

Velvetine Velour prose poem

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood,

Listening To The Sea – II

Listening To The Sea   II prose poem

I ride on the same tides which you reckon on My fears are fierce yearning to touch the shore I reflect the sun and moon and many a being I’m clear and calm deep within my recesses Can’t you hear

A Poet

A Poet long poem

A poet Is someone who just paints A rainbow of Eros In the raining skies of the lovers Beyond their horizon of lust, Below their zenith of thirst. And Someone Who lets them imagine The preponing of all seasons of

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

Beauty And The Beast

Beauty And The Beast short poem

I’ll teach you how to read How soft the pages feel underneath your rough fingertips I’ll teach you how to play the violin, How music reveals what’s been hidden for years I’ll teach you how to braid your hair To

Love

Love short poem

Tie me not within the shackles of illusion Drown me not amid the ocean of tears Remember me not in the throb of your desire Let not thy love get swayed… When scorned by the clutches of disdain But, let

October Sky

October Sky short poem

Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever. Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your

For Real

For Real short poem

Now I can feel what it is real It’s not my time to wonder , hey I feel this way it’s my time to say what I want to say I want this , I want this remember that And

Rapture

Rapture short poem

The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

Little Lives in Between Little Deaths

Little Lives in Between Little Deaths short poem

Little lives are what we put away In closets at night; mementos of the day Cry out, ‘Live us or hie us away!’ Do you not know? Stars and moon sigh In the wind, ‘Unbind us, too soon we die!

Internet World

Internet World short poem

Suddenly I hit upon a question, But where to find the answer? In the Wikipedia or to be Googled, Totally was I bamboozled. To relieve myself I took to Facebook, But my Dad showed me the text book. Next then,a

The Dog Days

The Dog Days short poem

My master In his tact tied Astute tricks As an alchemist Enacted Enchanting Enslaving me My master Ringed me Caged me Often fidgeted With my softness Tempted Teased me Tamed to his tunes I leapt Danced Licked his feet Let

Good bye, Blue Sky!!

Good bye, Blue Sky!! short poem

Another phase another life Time to lift up my wares Move to the next fair Like a true vagabond Gained nothing, lost some Chanced upon sacred earth Though someone else’s Committed sacrilege Though never believed Expected the world Fell on

Make The Move

Make The Move prose poem

THAT’S enough It’s so easy to make yourself a fool You may rewrite the history for I believe in the Past You may be afraid of Tomorrow, but there’s no Tomorrow left for me… Humanity should be born again… I

A So Called Rich Man’s Best Friend

A So Called Rich Man’s Best Friend long poem

Gingerbread, Jellybean and KitKat with tiny sims, Safely secured in everyone’s pocket like magical plastics ; We carelessly treasure these gags, As if we could preserve them; For an entire life it seems. Our helpless youth’s every moment, Is glued