Stale Poems

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

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace long poem

Thou bare beauty’s bride of immortals Thou enrapt silence of mystery, who can’t tell thy flowery history And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration thou bear, All profuse versifiers to thy truth begotten, They lie; of thy mystic gracious beauty, swear.

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Challenges In Life

Challenges In Life short poem

Life is not all about being happy happiness turns stale without bitterness Too much of sweet or too much of spice makes it terrible to eat When one takes , in stride, both sweet and bitter in proportion one realises

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The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike

The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike short poem

O’ what a sigh for good old brother Mike, Who once as a child prayed to god for a bike. He remembered in lamentation those years as a tyke How his parents were poor, so all he got was a

Just A Memory

Just A Memory short poem

As my days feel longer and my brittle bones begin to weaken, I drift like the sea, a spark dampened, my mind a dimming beacon. My legs are shaken and my fingers start to tremble, My thoughts are twisted influenced

Vulnerability

Vulnerability short poem

I stand naked At the window A rough wind Disarranges my hair Harsh sun rays Beat my bosom Into a merciless submission And I cringe at the touch Of your manipulative fingers My conscience Is like bad breath Reeking of

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

The Green Visions

The Green Visions ballad

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

Oh Peace!

Oh Peace! short poem

No, I can’t see you. I can feel the absence, And the absence is dark. Now, you aren’t addressed. Love calls the souls, But loses your appearance. You are blurred. You now desert. Heart, mind, soul- They are out of

The Lie

The Lie long poem

The quest for the truth, followed with a thousand questions. No one knew if it bore a fruit, overcast with a few suggestions. Was it a lie from the start, or did it change in due course? But it surely

Holding My Toes

Holding My Toes short poem

An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun.

Erin Nicole

Erin Nicole ode

A million drips in a pond, two become one and it’s three so on and on, pull together in fluidity and force a flow through eternally soft and breaking to and back hands that fingers lack caress a shore a

Silence

Silence short poem

Can I kill he asked the sun had just gone down evening promised cool breeze and a light shower to go along love was in the air and he had a gun in his hand Can I kill he asked

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

I Understand Now

I Understand Now short poem

I understand now, I understand why words like moths- Flutter in my mind, Like my thoughts they change all the time. I understand now, I understand the beauty of too much pain- Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,

Still Don’t Know When

Still Don’t Know When short poem

Wow! And then I took a deep breath As I reduced the radius between myself and the Garden of Eden I could for the second time See the multitude watch my heart Beat in front of them That wuss character

Auburn Light

Auburn Light prose poem

Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…mountain highs-valley lows, bus routes to homes of the white affluent, scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles, shadowed by stale late night celebrations of new deals… our raw deal. Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…Daddy’s

Life In Temple Towns

Life In Temple Towns short poem

Journey was well planned to and fro in Volvos; but for the V.I.P traffic, frustrating long queues and expensive stale food in hotels with god’s name, we enjoyed every moment! There is something mysterious with life in temple towns and

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children long poem

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction makes it impossible for young people to function it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war and we the children are the rope they yearn for our

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Tempest In My Coffee Cup

Tempest In My Coffee Cup prose poem

YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union

Petulance

Petulance short poem

My heart is starving, My lips are famished, My arms are cold, My strength is half of it. My mind races, My restless eyes close, My reasons to reason, Grow stale and fold. When you go I always pine, The

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Just A Dream

Just A Dream short poem

I love the way you look at me. I love the way it feels. All of this is just a dream None of this is real. Hand in hand, hold me tight And never let me go. I think of

Frozen

Frozen short poem

After dousing the bride to a nice flame, in between the howls there were songs. On mud path the hoofprints came out prominently. On bullock carts they had come for a sit in, to resist, rebel or kill. All day

My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary short poem

Slowly I walked into the coolness of the woods Serene quietness punctuated by the calls of the birds Scampering of squirrels amidst the moving shadows Cast by the leafy canopy of boughs and leaves As clouds play hide and seek

Wish And Greed

Wish And Greed prose poem

Wish I would talk less and work more I would rather hurt myself than hurting him I could feel elated at his success rather than mine I would have spared a meal or two to him rather than wasting mine

A Portrait Cartoon

A Portrait Cartoon short poem

hehe. it’s me as a portrait cartoon. yes it’s evening but soon, there will be a night and its sky moon. there is a bag in my hand. on my head there is a cap. I really wondered how the

One Nation????

One Nation???? prose poem

We Talk about a Nation Under God, My how wrong have we become. We stand divided on so many things, Even on God’s name we have shunned and try to pretend that it means nothing, to everyone . Many profess

For Nepal – I Am Moved

For Nepal   I Am Moved elegy

The asphalt glints silver As the pitter- patter of my feet Mingle with the sounds of laughter, Anticipation and wonder Seem to echo from the brilliance Of the mountains as they glint, Glow and rejoice in the sun. Now I

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Investigating A Runaway

Investigating A Runaway short poem

Walking in, the bedroom smelled earthy and human a fog of earwax hovering over the thin, crumpled pillow gray-green unwashed sheets. there were no posters taped to the dark paneling that ate the light and hung like poisoned chocolate. there

Grey To Blue

Grey To Blue prose poem

Blue skies in one’s life can often turn grey, and cloud up one’s vision for quite a long stay. You falter and stumble in things that you do, and why it is happening, you haven’t a clue. Your life seems

Mystical Garden

Mystical Garden prose poem

The piercing blue water cascades off the gleaming smooth rocks, descending into a pool of mystics. The dark amber trees soar high into the heavens, the ample leaves whisper sweet nothings in the air. The radiant flowers blanket the earth,

Only Being

Only Being short poem

Walking the path with otherness; not achieving anything, I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline to join the gods of a crowd. So that my sun, remains shadowless. No, it is not the final verdict. I was always incomplete, unburdening my

The Retro Love

The Retro Love short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my

Into The Rain

Into The Rain long poem

I imagine a heaving expanse no shore in sight and an ice-making wind blowing the tops off the waves. The ocean is dark as steel except for the blowing foam with just a little relent near the surface, a lighter

How Could I Know

How Could I Know long poem

Well, a day was planned Just like everyday scanned; When you came, To my life, like a character in a game… How could I know, Fate was preparing an arrow and a bow And I was the target ahead, As

Vibrant Life

Vibrant Life short poem

Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene

Razor Wire Explains

Razor Wire Explains short poem

Razor wire surrounds the prison, I say,’razor wire, why do you seem so cold and hard? Razor wire exclaims, i wasn’t the one who made me this way.” “why?’ i say, razor wire responds, ” Mortals like you turn beautiful

Atop A Highland Hill

Atop A Highland Hill elegy

Atop a windswept highland hill above Locheil land Clansmen gathered roun and shook the prince’s haun They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse. A,wa tae London toon wi hopes

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in