Symbolic poems bring the best collection of short and long symbolic poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great symbolic rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these symbolic poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on symbolic are here for you.
Slip in Lip may create crack in relationships Lip under control avoids misunderstanding with each other Lip when tight may create irritation to the other Lip dancing to others wish will Gel well with the other Lips when locked with
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.
I am a freak sitting by a creek, listening to the meek plan a revolt. We are weak, we will sink, and we will drink what we are told. Peel back illusion, reel in confusion, do not accept manipulated intrusion.
The movement of the water that surrounds me The slowing down of the force between us The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures The openness
Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha
These long forgotten heroes forfeit homes Recall their glory while salvation roams They fight in vain get nothing in return Our life is smoking, their’s just slowly burn Remember watching freedom’s wondrous stand But never spare a dime for empty
Everything in her serve the good in others, her daily activities promote joy and happiness of fellow humans. Early in the morning, her concern is her household, throughout the day, her interest is about home front’s welfare At night she
In all honesty, the extent of my turkey knowledge is their unique sound and their great taste. Come Thanksgiving and Christmas, turkey fragrance fills the house and nothing goes to waste. I know that the dove has symbolic meaning, one
A symbolic undertaking, A torch that has been passed Divinity materialized in your eyes not for buying or selling This life you have granted me flows so fast Stories shared through the years, A generation is for telling Grace in
Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.
As a volcano, you erupt without notice, burning every stone down to its true state. As the third eye, you open suddenly, burning every mask down to its true face. You are not the angel who descends from heaven with
You forgot the lines and lineage. Getting all or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, seeking liberty to commit a sin or feeling liberated after committing the sin. The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, to invent the disorder and
Thump-thump-thump A foggy haze. Moving bodies It feels warm in here. Or is it just me? Darkness. Then light. Pulsating. Excuse me. My bad. Thump-thump-thump Who is that? Squint. Lean against the rail. Look cool. You want another drink? I
Walking through the rainbow garden Of marble walls and fountains of gold I still wear the blue crystal you gave Me 10 years ago and sometimes I can Still hear your music when the right Wind blows, stranded in paradise
The longer I listen the longer it intrigues The very sound of my voice never disagrees The longer I walk the better my knees The very movement and vigour keeps me physically pleased The longer I concentrate the longer my
Grey billow of clouds So hopeful these are Filled with watery pearls Guaranteeing remedial shower Flashes of light Sounds of accosting thunder Declares to the dead world Charging to live the real wonder Season’s first kiss Between rain and earth
All hail the King who gives thee numbers. Those who fear him shall stand beside him, And laugh with him, Only to be crushed by him like all other unsatisfactory numbers. Faces upon faces upon names upon names, Thrown into
A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.
Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a
In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to
Behold, If no name on earth, How could I exist? I would have been like a bunch of cotton Floating in the air, A cluster of ideas unidentified, A solitary being born and withered, Which matters not to the world
Pander to the broken once more shall you see, the changes made, Above the mighty Stereo Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour From the fountain of the Infinite Well. Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page Aplomb!
In case I forget to write about this I want you know I swallowed some words by mistake once And didn’t understand where did they go? I feel something on my fingertips A charming passionate greed Thoughts flow and words
Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip
In love I learned a thousand ways to comfort this world, smiled and hugged blew kisses so warm , built inn and held caravan so long , brew tea, wrote words alive played music as every fibre of my being