Teardrops poems bring the best collection of short and long teardrops poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great teardrops rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these teardrops poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on teardrops are here for you.
The tear drops run down, And fall off her nose. She cries in dark corners, Where nobody goes. You can follow the track, From her eyes to her chin. Years upon years, Of letting them win. And her eyes tell
Precious pearls are thy teardrops Whose price exceeds to infinity. A weapon as mighty as a sword That can be your greatest defense till eternity. When salty water run down our cheeks The anger in us vanishes, A way to
Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the
Astonished was I in the floral bower Kenning a soothing scent so familiar By then had I smelt each sightly flower None but had a savor so spellbinding Butterflies blissfully fluttered in the air But one to the aromatic whiff
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at
A classic combination, a fairytale foretold Dragons save princesses from knights in shining armor Their lungs behold a blazing anger, protecting your gold Convincing eyes always fool me a defining charmer Fire rages Let it breathe, listen to the crackling
Come to me softly, whispering my name among leaves, along streams, flowing, flowing, singing with great tenderness, oh! if only you would call for me softly, softly, from the moon, from the foam of the sea, from the palm of
In hours of desolation, rue and despair Helps nothing except a heartfelt prayer Incessant teardrops of guilt and shame Might from hell’s list remove my name As kneel I down to my Lord so clement My hands of their heinous
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember
I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two
Life is enjoyable, life is regrettable Our days are numbered Few days yet are to be judged. The soul wants pleasure The body wants leisure The spirit is aware of the measure That limits time which is forgettable. Life is
There was a time When well-wishers Were really Well-wishers! I used to feel happy When people told me That they were my Well-wishers! But, no more— The world has changed In all these years! Today, When I hear the same
His stomach is full of pure rage, The heart is lacking What to do, When it all feels through? Should he chuck it all for a different slice of dissatisfaction, Or persevere , determining that circumstances will improve? Sometimes the
An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit
I play by ear, the concord appears The phoenix labours like a tired flame, Wings inward, My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim; In a nutshell, By the ocean, In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles; Should I Be
Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on
When I walked in I didn’t know what to expect. Each room highlighted in light. A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request. In reciprocation we do. The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. The
A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.
April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in
Ideas not people rule the world, competing for supremacy, domination. Conflicting, waring to gain the upper hand, control. Virus like as it spreads through the population Infecting all that come in contact. Ideas are insidious things, once infected nearly impossible
Rotten wrought iron gate, opens to a compound in decay, nature trying to encroach on what was stolen from her, the dilapidated walls, the creepers gone haywire, the smell of bereavement, the stone bench covered by moss, no place to
The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also
My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive
Since long I have been yearning to get lost on your sensuous lips my voluptuous desires are burning to feel them with scrumptious kiss With adolescence gesture you mesmerized and allured me to float into your sexy eyes with your
Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.
He made me move on the rough edges to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad relationship between disquieting follicles of wants. Completely alert, still drowning in fear of abstract river,
Seeking a bride at my ripe age Getting married amidst near and dear feeling as a special person in the groom’s attire Humming those romantic tunes holding her hand experiencing the heavenly feeling at our honeymoon decorating our little hamlet
LIFE!! Is four letter words The most precious of all gifts……Priceless! All the earth riches could not afford Fragile, our very existence is gambled. LOVE!! is a four lettered word The greatest feeling of all…..Magic! To the lucky ones who
I picture you with clarity of vision, I picture you with faith and spirit; I picture you accomplishing the mission, I picture you with character and merit. I picture you with inner peace and stability, I picture you fighting for