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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Enjoying The Ride

Enjoying The Ride short poem

Your voice is the perfect song to listen to on a road trip. To view all the things that remind me of you. Miles away from the stress of work. Your voice, the open road. Someone I can love, no

A Glance At The Past

A Glance At The Past short poem

All it takes is one mistake. Don’t make them last mistakes from the past. Beauty and the beast they met at the feast. Beauty played its part by residing in the heart. Appearances are kept by those who are adept.

Home

Home short poem

I know you not by colour of your skin shape of your face feel of your flesh our souls have made homes in one another across passages hidden from space older than time we meet and find harbourage

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Chronic Wait

Chronic Wait short poem

When a full moon was taking a bath by the serene lake, you moved about in abandoned identity, your sides flaring up. A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired to prevent a

Fate

Fate short poem

Born as female child much against their wish makes the parents reconcile to their fate Me lagging behind in studies in spite of my best efforts make parents feel like salt added to their wound and they start cursing their

Cat Fight

Cat Fight short poem

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

Eyes Open

Eyes Open prose poem

We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

Curious Eyes

Curious Eyes short poem

Some words unspoken, Some unheard, Some are golden, lushful like in heart! Sweet smiles speak with shower of eyes, Till none knows what they hide. Magical stories, The truth untold, Loved glories, nothing bought or sold! Many words appear, and

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Seven Roads

Seven Roads prose poem

Ashburn paths where purple fighters slay The hemispheres match like hands folded All analogies bring you to me We run like wild nightmares We kiss like dark art on a lost street Now we must look at one another We

The Message

The Message short poem

The idea of peace and unity lives forever, And immortal freedom is everyone’s right In this universe we live in, All men and women are created equal, And good triumphs over evil, The secrets of the universe are within our

Innocent Wishes

Innocent Wishes short poem

Wishes, beautiful innocent wishes Fly, like those flying fishes Which come out from the heart of ocean To celebrate those moments undone They come out to fly in a herd And seem more beautiful than the bird Mariner looks at

Love’s footsteps

Love’s footsteps short poem

As the beggars that never rest, when I knock and knock on closed doors, don’t ask me ‘why?’. As the waves that never tire, when I pour and pour myself on heartless rocks, don’t ask me ‘why?’. I am just

Naughty Little Autistic Boy

Naughty Little Autistic Boy short poem

I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know that doing that was bad. I just wanted to know what would happen. But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty. I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off. She’s going to call

Love Sonnet 223

Love Sonnet 223 sonnet poems

Some moonlit nights have shone not very bright, This, sadly, I found to be so one day, Or was it one night, that held no delight, Could be because, love, you were not with me; Woe, this belief was augmented

Never Alone

Never Alone long poem

I see my Lord’s face in the scattered leaves of autumn Hear His voice in the rustle as they move with the afternoon breeze I feel His gentle touch in the mystic eastern winds from Santa Ana Warm and dry

Disconnected

Disconnected short poem

As a society, we have reached the point where vanity has overwhelmed sanity Where we prefer big beds instead of big hearts Where we aim to live in big cardboard boxes, hollow ones Where we choose to take shelter alone

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Tears For Her Boy

Tears For Her Boy short poem

A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway

Absence Of Certainty

Absence Of Certainty prose poem

Messengers of God came To reform men All toiled hard to spread goodness and upbraid vices Generally they suffered and were agonized Noble minds believed and weak minds not So happened with the wit of every learned or enlightened person

It’s All A Part Of Life

Its All A Part Of Life short poem

It’s all a part of life………. Pleasing moments or painful days , Every night ends with the beginning of warm and comfortable day . Surviving in dark or living in the day , with the mercy of time every sadness

Childhood

Childhood long poem

Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer