Straw Poems

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

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Age Of The Straw

Age Of The Straw short poem

Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an

Fire And Straw

Fire And Straw short poem

Lovers of death were on prowl: nothing was finished.Smart words were bouncing back. Quotes by the fire had stripped down the carnage. More bombs in courtyard and hope was confronting death. Few branded names were causing rift in the ranks

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Poems containing references to : Straw

Freedom Of Choice?

Freedom Of Choice? short poem

I am born a Human But chained like a Dog. They say I am Free But my soul is in Bonds. I am free to Speak But my words are Chosen. I have the right to Think But my thoughts

Paddy Fields

Paddy Fields short poem

Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see Stretches of green touching the horizon Farmers in straw hats busy as bees And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path Greeting ‘How

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Now I Know

Now I Know short poem

Credulous and Innocent, Dewy eyed and Trusting, Free of evils and moral wrongs, A Facade came by abusing and accusing, Now I Know “The Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” Sensitive and Assailable, Tripping on words that read adore, Cruel intentions, Ulterior

The Leopard’s Scream

The Leopard’s Scream long poem

Well I awoke this morning to the sound Of rain just a pouring down and the echo Of THE LEOPARD’S SCREAM and I hung My head in dread knowing today would be The end of many innocent lives, a bloodbath

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Scarecrow

Scarecrow short poem

I was a shirt filed with straw and rags. Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably. Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw. The inability to walk. Pinned to a board. Hickory oak. Chest disproportionate to a

Puzzling

Puzzling short poem

You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken

Southern Snow

Southern Snow prose poem

I know him since he surprisingly visited us at our infanthood quarter. At that auburn day, we’d just filled up our pockets by our fists, snatched warm embers from the fireplace and from a dragon dwelling inside the tale, then

The One Who Bears My Burden

The One Who Bears My Burden short poem

In my life troubled voyage liters broken and unfulfilled dreams I was tossed about and sinking; when all the straws were broken I raised my head to behold on life other sides, a light flickering It beckoned me, ‘oh voyager

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

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

Simple Search

Simple Search short poem

Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for

Mere Words

Mere Words prose poem

(1) When I used to be a coal-black ink over a snowy paper, she said: “your letters are locks, your words puzzles”. When I spoke with the remains of my string, she said: “your letters are plough blades wounding the

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You And Your Lovely Orchids

You And Your Lovely Orchids short poem

As I walk along our backyard, I remember your lovely orchids, smiling at the break of dawn. You’re happily watering them. You’re even singing to them while you are out of tune. Every time you wake up, You go to

Tonight

Tonight short poem

Tonight, I do not want to watch the sky- the burden of my head I took it from your shoulders, my hands, I will keep them on my lap, like two chicks fled away from their mother’s wings. The moon’s

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood prose poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I born to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood born for begging?” I had no answer

Friendship

Friendship short poem

If you are my friend you would always believe in what I say We would bite from the same orange even if we know That stones disappear and waters remain Even if I read Heidegger and Kierkegaard and I dislike

Xulon

Xulon short poem

Small things were, Witness to genes- Of freak mutation. Tooth in eye, Becoming boat in blindness. Witch hazel, Fails to stop leakage. Thumb with beads of lymph – Stung high in stillness, Wants to peel off, The concept of injury.

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

A Zillion Wonderful Things

A Zillion Wonderful Things short poem

I hid that first poem from everyone But you read it in my eyes You taught me to love my books And smile with every sunrise I don’t understand this world I would crib and ask you why “You will

Poor Ruhani

Poor Ruhani long poem

She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions, Used to find happiness in God’s every creation, She was happily living with her small family, Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy…. Suddenly she got missing

Questions

Questions short poem

Who closes the curtain? Sometimes a crazy wind. Who is paths washes? Rain is often. Sometimes tears,my darling. Why extended the night? Why want to sleep? Tired hearts. Sometimes dreams brings our desire Questions ends when? Who knows? You don’t

Question And Views In Poetic Form

Question And Views In Poetic Form short poem

(1) Quote Look into my eyes and see nothing Look into my heart and experience the world Look into love and see GOD! —————————————————————————————————————– (2) SIGHT What is sight? If not to see. The blind sees beauty For they do

A Wooden Chair

A Wooden Chair prose poem

He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a

My Twin

My Twin long poem

Isolation from time and present existence, The air dabs a little splash of peace, Sometimes as a massage, sometimes as a scratch, Both share a bit of pain, But as a virgin to pleasure it feels all the same, It’s

The Occasional Traveler

The Occasional Traveler short poem

This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining the regulars. Unlike them he cannot calculate whether or not it is worth such risk. The

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

Man’s Ages In Sun’s Stages

Mans Ages In Suns Stages short poem

As the sun rises from horizon arc , So does man rise from womb dark. As sun gives out its tender rays , So does man charm in mild ways . The sun then takes a step bright , So

Flute Of Love

Flute Of Love short poem

Dearly loved, in your lips; I long to be your flute of love! And wish to be a lotus flower in your beautiful hands! Dreams are unpredictable Horizons become wider; shivering feathers of a Blue peacock looks for the pearl

The ghost train

The ghost train short poem

On the train that rides alone along this track of skin and bone, find locations to us unknown – the Ghost Train comes. Sitting, staring, watching paths of lives unfolding, to me just laughs – the Ghost Train comes. Darker

Lost Pick Found Pick

Lost Pick Found Pick short poem

The day I picked my black lucky pick It glided down the strings of my guitar strings Thin as a feather tough as a shell Kept it safely and it treated me well Tucked within the strings Next to the

Be Warned

Be Warned short poem

Lash after Lash you strike again you come back to give yet another lash, like it’s for you, the sparkle in your eye, the glare on your face is not because of your new found love! Oh no it’s because

This Is To Be You

This Is To Be You prose poem

We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive -“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now) social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun. A mile away,

Sucking Blatantly

Sucking Blatantly short poem

This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

The Beggar

The Beggar short poem

Does she have to bleed through her eyes? Does she have to cover the scars on her thighs? Does no one notice her dislocated shoulders? Does no one see her shiver as the weather turns colder? Do you look at

My Best Friend

My Best Friend short poem

The sun embraced me with his long hands he tenderly touched my face with his soft fingers. it was so special for me to open my eyes, I looked out through my window there on the floor, my friend was

Back in Tōhoku

Back in Tōhoku sonnet poems

The BBC Philharmonic played Nimrod, Enigma Variations, and explained this is for your loved ones, we remember: and the music was like a great, great wave. A musician said – looking on their faces, it was important to keep yourself