Symbols Poems

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

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

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Broken Chains

Broken Chains short poem

Chains remain chains till the time they are token Of all love and affection by staying knitted well But when hatred overtakes they stand broken Then love no more aspires to dwell in hell In the darkness of quagmire of

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

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

‘Crossing The Bar’ Once Again…

‘Crossing The Bar Once Again... short poem

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone of rumored agitation when you cannot sleep. You open your eyes quietly to complain. The caretaker has prepared the shroud, . Smoke is rising on the hills. Nobody walks with you, it

Education Incarceration

Education Incarceration short poem

Trapped inside complete incarceration A false image of self-representation I am an observer but I am part of the problem No one is real it’s all an illusion Altered personalities to avoid exclusion I try to be true but truth

The Visitor

The Visitor short poem

The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.

Passion Be Damned

Passion Be Damned prose poem

We have tasted the warmth of passion for the first time since the departure of the Fallen One. Its tender sweetness has almost been forgotten on our tongue. The Traveler has impacted us more than we thought possible. Such intensity

Love

Love short poem

Sobbed I more than bubbling rain, more and more Laughed like shooting sun, on days and nights by your side! Crumbling lips and shutting eyes soothed the love pain, The pangs of arrows in my heart of thundering motions; I

The Three Doors

The Three Doors long poem

Have you ever had an event so spectacular to occur that you could never understand why? I did, and it changed my life forever. One night, long ago, I awoke in an elegant hall. Unsure of where to go, I

Harvesting

Harvesting short poem

Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

Heavens

Heavens short poem

For the Heavens I strive, To make purpose from being alive, To ascend one bright day, To have visions enough to parlay. For becoming a better man, To give to those I sometimes can’t, To show how deeply I can

The Right Pair Of Goggles

The Right Pair Of Goggles long poem

I look for a pair of blue goggles, The ones that gleam brightly : I long to wear them, and see the world, as I may fancy! But a world that is blue, Is not what I wish to see.

Mosaic

Mosaic short poem

Snippets of truth come to you, when you chase the anger and set yourself on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy rages after the defiance. You are no longer bleeding gold. A windowless home for the defiled, waits

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

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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

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning short poem

God is waiting condensed within the church for the mosaic of belief to arrive. a mile away the minister is loosely holding the steering wheel of his aged sedan stunned by visions of dazzling supermarket aisles barking abundance and glittering

Life

Life short poem

Life is but a journey, like one’s journey in a train Where scenes and locales pass you by As you move past them during your journey in the train. No trace, no memories get left behind As you disembody at

Demolishing Identities

Demolishing Identities short poem

Looks like as if they are on sale ; With recessed faces which look pale, Pray for them to come out of depression ; But they look lost in suppression, Seems like they are trapped in cages ; They are

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Kashmir-the Woman

Kashmir the Woman prose poem

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined

Two Paths

Two Paths short poem

There were two paths it was up to me to choose, The path full of happiness or the path with tears and sorrow, I was alone, very alone at the place which was unknown. No one was there to support

To Sleep And Never Wake Again

To Sleep And Never Wake Again short poem

You speak of my frustrations in memories aloft High as I was in the sky, so as low will be my drop In most of days I long for you, and in most I feel the weight of the pain

I Lose..

I Lose.. long poem

I have realized it it’s not easy to buy a love kit only sadness and sorrow will arise and it would only bring me cries my heart is like a child I thought that for her it was wild I

You Know Me

You Know Me long poem

Well YOU KNOW ME and what makes me smile YOU KNOW ME and what makes me cry YOU KNOW ME and you still love me all the while YOU KNOW ME and how quite difficult to get Along with sometimes

After The Flood Had Gone

After The Flood Had Gone short poem

After the flood had gone A wreckage of human waste we come Seas have shattered the lives of some I know we must rebuild as the tide succumbed Nowhere to live, not even clothes to put on Nature tells us

Love Sonnet 122

Love Sonnet 122 sonnet poems

How soon can you stop walking in my dreams, Though you lavish me there with everything, In dreams that make real what only seems, Awake a pauper, but in sleep a king With kingdom in the clouds that truly boasts

A Wondering Soul

A Wondering Soul short poem

I searched for tranquility in more ways than one, but yet it is still hard to reach. My soul wonders from place to place without fear or stability. Once I thought I found a home near by the countryside with

Fooled

Fooled short poem

I believed it…. The hate was gone… I felt so strong… Deeply deceived… That monster inside…. Still alive…. I’m chained to this grief…. But this truth is relieving… My darkness is peace… Under this smile… Lies the wrath of a

Sore Spot

Sore Spot short poem

You thought they would open if you knock tapped gently with your down eyelashes small bud of a girl without home but churches don’t have eaves to shelter you from rain and big houses have their big dogs running free

When Life Meets Death

When Life Meets Death short poem

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,

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

My Heart Sighs

My Heart Sighs short poem

I still remember the day, when you had left me alone, without bidding me goodbye, without telling the annoyance. I remember you every moment, miss you with my weeping heart, feel as if my heart stopped working, my eyes have

In Sleep

In Sleep short poem

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

She

She short poem

None is Mysterious Than her, Keeps coming Forward To save Her greatest foes Life and honour! Can anyone Tell Who can be A puzzle Bigger than her? It was She Who enticed Adam To pluck The forbidden fruit And enjoy

Awake

Awake short poem

Yonder the horizon A red dawn rises Into the gorges’ deep Over peaks of old Into my hearty throbbing Waking love into a wingless flight To seek again for my heart’s Ever longing shine A blaze of yellow light alight

Achiever

Achiever short poem

If you want to achieve do not sleep just wake up and keep it moving do not stop grooming you have dreams tell us by them what you mean step forword do not be a coward be the youngest achiever

Kill The Smartphone

Kill The Smartphone prose poem

Cold fingers, glowing face Head down, thumbs up Red eyes, watery and strained Our heads ache from the new emperor’s reign. There’s buzzing pockets A reminder that it’s always there and the people on the other side demand our attention

Sulking

Sulking short poem

The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the

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