Teachings Poems

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

My First Teachers

My First Teachers prose poem

Here are these few flowers To honor my first teachers Who taught me even before I knew how to communicate . The first and foremost , my mother Who was second to none but Nature She taught me to voice

Education, Beyond The Pages Of A Book.

Education, Beyond The Pages Of A Book. short poem

Look around and see, there’s knowledge everywhere for free. The trees that stand tall, teach us never to bow down even if you fall. Beautiful birds that soar the sky, tell us to never look down even when you feel

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Three

Three short poem

As the becoming abhorrence, Becomes, My shattered self emerges Antipathetic,so Averse and gripe. I find the resentment, Take control. My cosmos engulfed, By tides of detestation. My love, my life, I see turning to hate. Objections and repulsions, Are all

Love You Dad

Love You Dad short poem

You gave me everything you had, Oh, I love you so much dad! You were always there for me, When times were bad- Oh, thank you so much dad! You helped me overcome my fear, When the situation was difficult

It Rained Heavily

It Rained Heavily short poem

It rained heavily last night, And the pillow got wet, A sleepless night, a painful night. Don’t you see! Her scars and her swollen eyes, Happiness turned into remorse, And the stream of enthusiasm changed its course. Just one moment,

Teach Them with Love

Teach Them with Love long poem

I once was you I walked with your view. I endured your trial. I paced your mile. So please do not close your mind, Or wisdom will be left behind. Your path will be hard, But be on guard, For

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

Thank You

Thank You short poem

Your smile is made of sunshine, And your heart of solid gold, You took me by my hand, In times of rough and cold. When I am in the times of dark, You just give it a spark, Lift me

The Dead Nun

The Dead Nun short poem

Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young

Being A Mother

Being A Mother long poem

Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That

Black History Month (2016)

Black History Month (2016) prose poem

The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later

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Who Lives In My Perfect Love

Who Lives In My Perfect Love ballad

Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,

Black Roses

Black Roses short poem

Wading in your memories. Through an orange smoke. Against a mirror, a lake shrinks. Days are smaller now licking the night I will count the candles Of your birthday. A haunted landscape scoops a wedding of a flame with a

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road. When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair started spewing dark smoke from all orifices. She slowed and pulled over onto

What If…

What If... short poem

What if… birds grew trees flew Cats barked and dogs mewed What if… I laughed when I was sad cried when I was glad I sin when I am good and pure when I am bad What if… I break

Untouchables

Untouchables short poem

Softly planted… not by hands but by our hearts Beyond the reach… of eroding winds, of the days caustic sting A place made… by a weathered touch by inner kisses We are the untouchables… prey only to our own fears

It’s Possible

Its Possible short poem

It’s possible in Interstellar Our Journey It’s possible in Trillion Galaxies Our Love It’s possible in Stars Our Destiny It’s possible in a World of Fairy Tales Our Paradise It’s possible in Twilight Our Intimacy It’s possible in Infinity Our

Idée Heal Fix

Idée Heal Fix short poem

Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux

A Calling Of Angels

A Calling Of Angels long poem

whispers.. velvet vibations taunt for what do we seek eyes, hands & wings faint laughter pause to a slow pitched sound angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement closer then ever before many evoke fear a cast of feathers drifting

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

Wispiness So Existence

Wispiness So Existence prose poem

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some

Two Little Frogs (part 2).

Two Little Frogs (part 2). long poem

The two little frogs awoke next day feeling very blythe and happy were they After breakfast they decided to go to the river bank. They hopped real slow They wanted to know where the river went as it bubbled along

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

To My Love

To My Love short poem

The peace that emits and the pain that remains. Closer I get more intense they became. The little soul of mine, savaged inside, was healed and became so light. Intensity of yours, I could never comprehend. The inside you was

Group Photo With Fishermen

Group Photo With Fishermen short poem

It’s Christmas dad lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves among the living people that I ever touched only your hand was bigger If you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand to leap

Changes

Changes short poem

The All Destroyer, Leaving nothing untouched The smile of innocence curved to that of forgetfulness. Words soothing, once pecking the fruit of togetherness. A glance of kindness, now forgotten in deliberate ignorance. Feigning to flow, yet stuck in the middle

Prisoner Of A Narcissist

Prisoner Of A Narcissist short poem

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

Then Came One O’clock

Then Came One O’clock prose poem

It was a tall and white door with the knob at the level of my heart. I knocked discreetly to enter in audience at the cross spiders tamer. A fat and redhead man, chewing his whiskers minutely. I was wet

Idiosyncrasies Of Life

Idiosyncrasies Of Life short poem

The idiosyncrasies of life, Are not difficult to survive. It does seem entangled like a cobweb But to a spider, cobwebs are their shed. Life sometimes has a bovine enthusiasm, Sometimes its fast pace gives me spasms. The idiosyncrasies of

Vision Of A Tree

Vision Of A Tree short poem

Oh! That Bose you would live by now! And teach these men, for blow they how Unto me! And hash they how my skin to pain In bleeding red not, but fluids of frame. I do shade all, give them

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

A Naughty Beloved

A Naughty Beloved short poem

When I am dejected, frustrated and insane, I look a way out in a closed dark lane, And I don’t find a way out, I shout and cry, My friend is a foe; she is sleeping on sky, She has

Racism

Racism long poem

Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in

Cosmic Ceremony

Cosmic Ceremony short poem

Emptiness is there Within the space Wherever you are Whatever your race Balance and harmony Within each other Cosmic ceremony Forever and ever Our own selves depend On our own thoughts Free it, your mind From unbalanced notes A healthy

Magical Rain

Magical Rain short poem

Rain in cooling swathes of water Drenches the grass a shining wet Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret Sweet respite from endless hot days Without a shadow of a breeze

This is Not a Poem

This is Not a Poem short poem

I like to write poetry sometimes, Weave little bits of my life into little stories, But this is not a poem. It isn’t meant to be a poem. I don’t feel like poetry today… Wait, “weave little bits of my

A Voice

A Voice short poem

It was dim afternoon when i heard a voice, not the one we hear everyday,it was calm and quite, but it was very far, as i know, the words weren’t clear, they were mingled, as if a story which is

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

Supernova

Supernova short poem

As we grow old we feel useless, It’s not that your Job is Done You are changing yes, another part of your life has begun You have been here and there Been there and done that It is time for