Statues Poems

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

Statues of Snow

Statues of Snow short poem

After a while, the world moves on. Bodies crumble like ancient statues, memories fade into the void of oblivion and time. We look at our lives closely, and see they are like winter snow. Every moment of our lives unique

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A Sugary Morning

A Sugary Morning prose poem

Here is a sugary morning, but the rooster is still asleep. A dove with a bride’s dress is preparing to coo on a baked brick at the road from Damascus to Constantinople. At a wall standing between two doors, there

Poems containing references to : Statues

Best Ever Made

Best Ever Made short poem

Looking up, looking down. I can feel my heart beat fast. I can sense the betrayal by my conscious, my feelings surrendering to him. there is no escape point here, but only the extraction point. I tried to hide behind

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Love Sonnet 198

Love Sonnet 198 sonnet poems

Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,

Christmas

Christmas prose poem

When there were no more Messiahs left to kill that day, the men of the town went home for another night of hoping, wailing, waiting and praying. The Night bore them a child. And Morning came knocking on their doors

The Crystal Ball

The Crystal Ball long poem

We don’t come alone We are fire, we are stone inside of me grasping trying to reach forth the silence etched inside my brain strength comes from within to reach my faithful friend Black knights with evil wizards draw bridges

Alone

Alone short poem

as the dawn breaks through the skies and through the clouds, somewhere a flower wakes up, somewhere a bird calls and calls, in some house, a mother sings, raising the children and gods, the boys and girls stand everywhere, brushing,

Time Surpasses Immortality

Time Surpasses Immortality long poem

When pinch of godly emotions diluted Into optical fusion of matted commotions And the whole concealed constellation Beguiled its proclaim in dismal dismay, Gurgling upsurges fused with a shy smile Amidst the mute chambers of heavy heads. Nothing like bleak

A Marker

A Marker elegy

A sign of what once may be left Within the hedge line written Through the dark feeling of weight lifted A presence of grace to have a place to hide In stone carved out many names to find The times

Forgetting

Forgetting short poem

What was about this face? Between mirage and actuality? A fireball was coming towards you. You upturn the underside, wanted to taste the blood and get argasm. The statues were posing nude. Mothers were clad in leaves. Fruits were the

Pale Liberty

Pale Liberty short poem

Pale liberty, never thou art within people’s reach, Born and brought up in palaces old Under careful cradles of rulers bold Whom we often called bald despots. Thy brazen presence in statues gold Where static freedom hides in feared cold,

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

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,

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

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I Will As You Will

I Will As You Will prose poem

When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how

Dispersion

Dispersion short poem

And only when I unclothe every memory – then I recall. When was it – when I have been a man. A half was taken from me when Logos was radiated. A half was taken from me when nebulas were

My Love For You

My Love For You short poem

When I see your face, I feel the whole world’s upside down, The trees start dancing, I feel the soft breeze blowing over my eyes, I feel the warmth of sunrise. I spend the days thinking about you, My skin

Ecstasy

Ecstasy long poem

You lean against the fourth wall, To observe the darker three. It is hollow in the ground, You find nothing to rest your hand upon, So you place a rough white sheet. You try it flimsy. Because the colours would

Breaking From Past

Breaking From Past short poem

Fighting with his ghosts, intimate dirt, disseminating pain he was going home. Finding a panic room in pectorals, for numbness of toes, lifting the door of burden in dying vision, his father comes in daylight of old age, climbing the

Making History

Making History short poem

Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so

By Myself

By Myself short poem

I am by myself, But I am not alone. I hear a song From 50 years ago And a memory Tiptoes through my mind. I am by myself But I am not alone. I hear children laughing And playing in

The Lake My Love

The Lake My Love ode

Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting

I Will Hide In Your Hands

I Will Hide In Your Hands prose poem

I will hide in your hands away from all pain No one can ever hurt me again I thank you Jesus that you hold me close that you love me Lord God of hosts I thank you Jesus that your

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet prose poem

I find something beautifully heartbreaking about the sound of a string quartet playing in a minor key. As the first bow glides across the strings my heart moves in ways unknown to me. I close my eyes and imagine I

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,

Compromise

Compromise short poem

You are my greatest joy, And my darkest sorrow. My high and my low. I see your reflection In the salt of my tears. And your hallowed presence In every fear Deep down in the crevices of memory You lay

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

Enemy Within

Enemy Within prose poem

Good and evil resides in us all. Both look out our eyes. Both course through our veins. The spectrum of us is a score played out in our hearts and in our minds. Evil and good are in opposition, spread

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

The Fear Of This Love

The Fear Of This Love ballad

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Above The Vaulted Sky

Above The Vaulted Sky elegy

1st July 1916   The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will

Pale Maiden

Pale Maiden short poem

We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like

End Of Time

End Of Time prose poem

I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading

Love N’ Judgement

Love N Judgement short poem

Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

Without Reason

Without Reason short poem

Living in a cyst, it would explore the breast. The black ethics goes beyond the bounds of mystique of non-movement. A while away a conflict comes out of the body. Melts into a face. There is no flesh, no skin.

My Day One

My Day One short poem

My mom wished me good luck with tears, I entered into a new world with fears. A 2*2 cubicle at the end, A gem like Team Lead at stand, A plethora of work sheets, Which seemed all Greeks. I have

Non-Fiction

Non Fiction short poem

I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary