Tent Poems

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

In A Tent Village

In A Tent Village short poem

you walk on wodden legs a lump in breast, though benign but kids are abducted from wombs; a road map is spread on the dirty mat for finding the missing link, while a solid-fuel missile was ready to be launched

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The Wailing Poor

The Wailing Poor short poem

  This anguished scene would touch anyone’s heart, Poverty is a menace where everything ends before a start. Every Saturday morning, I could hear their cries, Observing their plight, a little help that everybody tries. It’s an instance of a

An Atheist’s Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation

An Atheists Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation long poem

In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before

Today I Am So Small

Today I Am So Small long poem

Today I am so small I ride the corner of your hip, clinging on (with both my tiny hands) to the edge of your pocket. Your denim thighs crest the alternate air like the humping backs of sister whales side

Christmas Eyes

Christmas Eyes short poem

Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. -Anonymous Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll

Mystical Twilight

Mystical Twilight short poem

Camping in the outback of Manning Park. In the approaching twilight created by the “Grand Master”. A blend of majestic colors have addressed the eastern skyline. Soft hues of mauves, leading the eye into hints of blended greys and pastel

Rhyme-6

Rhyme 6 short poem

Western clouds set the crimson tent for sun’s rest, Lonely eve pulls sighing curtain of losing day, Foggy stillness steals the last field green In hasty strides for another lonely night. Passing owl shrills noisy flap, Day’s last bird completes

My Brother Was Silent

My Brother Was Silent short poem

I waited for you brother day and night within the shadows among the tents I prayed for your return. Then they brought you from the field you were calm like the desert sands. A silhouette so delicate and calm to

Kingdom Of Peita

Kingdom Of Peita long poem

From morn to night, there I go To stand and watch few people; Who comes and go like a dream, In the little town where I dwell. Beside the fire that burns merrily I study the silent little waterfalls, As

A Soul In Different Figures

A Soul In Different Figures long poem

In pretence they came , They promised to pay your ransom. They lured you to their tent, With their mouth full of bitter honey. They are lions in the heart , In physique they are sheep. On getting to their

Behind A Door

Behind A Door prose poem

The circus of life runs behind a door. We sway in trapeze, fall on a safety net, balance the cycle of events and drive a car in closed globe. In real world the show always runs in a tent, cash

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

Don’t Tell On Me

Dont Tell On Me short poem

Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees

Thought – Part 1

Thought   Part 1 long poem

Morning is too cold, winter sun with least influence Flickers with lost glory, the road appears dusty Leading to vast rural field. The man in front of you in shabby attire In hurrying feet to attain his morning calls. Thy

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

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My Mirror

My Mirror short poem

As close I step in, it makes me feel closer twice And farther I step back, it creates the distance twice What an amazing ‘friend’ this mirror is That comes closer twice over, in as much I do And give

Nature

Nature short poem

The enormous starlit sky was divided- As it was marred by a dark strip of cloud-figure, Suddenly,the heat of stars was receded- The cloud appeared like a wide unlit ribbon upon there. We felt a dark coolness with rushing up

Cosmic Dance

Cosmic Dance ode

This is mine not yours I control every force. Take it easy and share Selfishness is not fair. Greedy declare Ownership, to build Castles on sand. Waves smoothly Shave castles and run. Systems of a fool Abide by harsh rule.

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Beast Of Burden

Beast Of Burden short poem

He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I

The Coming Storm

The Coming Storm prose poem

Change is happening rapidly. It will only seed up! Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement. How we handle it will be interesting to watch. Some will get involved, attach it to themselves. Others will pull away not wanting to

Just Married

Just Married short poem

Those days were at the pate of youth Friends murmured when we sat together. They were unaware of Our oath to be one forever. Our skins never met But only our eyes and hearts. For we have learned that Love

Books And Friends

Books And Friends short poem

Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

Here’s Spontaneity, Not Serendipity

Heres Spontaneity, Not Serendipity short poem

There is a confusion again, it seems between “I” and ‘me” who is the soulful singer, who the dancing queen let it be said, for a final time till the siren stops and the bells stop their ring I is

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams prose poem

Hello my baby doll You will always be An amazing bestowal of god for your loving Dad that was born with an astounding will emblazoned in your black eyes were an undreamt-of and incredible waves of inquisitiveness and all the

You Are Everywhere

You Are Everywhere short poem

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

Masquerade

Masquerade long poem

Well and as the music plays and everybody Dances to Mozart inside, I stand out here On the terrace all alone, outside. All alone except for the owls, the moon and the stars I might feel left out and down

I love you

I love you short poem

I love you as one loves strange islands, unknown, unheard, mysterious as unread letters. I love you as one loves certain mornings, happy to be introduced, to be part of their birth. I love you as one loves birds, their

The End

The End short poem

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.

Singing Woods

Singing Woods short poem

Walking out of the body I was drowned, accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow. A wide circle of testosterone giving pardon to a sin becomes sexless. You were overwhelmed by the missed beats. Your prosaic crime of not fathering

Another Creation *

Another Creation * short poem

Detaches, a part of me. To find some space. Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed, colliding to release the invisible. Chilled particles land on distant psyche. I will give you blue rains. It hurts when I think between

To Her Practicing Martial Arts

To Her Practicing Martial Arts short poem

Your eyes are red Bruises are blue Your nose has bled With blood so true Your hands are calloused With sweaty smell you reek All about these I fussed As I would kiss your cheek

A Poet’s Love For Poems

A Poets Love For Poems short poem

As a lover of poems; I imagine, I explore, I discover, I write. As a lover of poems; I read, I pause for a while, I understand, I feel every inch of words written. As a lover of poems; I

Missing You

Missing You short poem

I used to be too proud to admit it. I was acting like I was fine. I was smiling. It was a fake smile, but nobody noticed. I’m tired of pretending. I miss you. I openly and plainly miss you.

I Was Always Angry

I Was Always Angry short poem

Whole world hides in your liquid eyes, I need to return to my consciousness, to change my verse. The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words sitting on the edge, of a meaning I write a new song. Discovering

Unseen Hand

Unseen Hand long poem

Struggle in life I knew not Childhood I spent like a prince Youth I could enjoy to the Brim Adulthood turned me to be Robin hood I could scale the peak in my profession I was the most Loved life

Supernova Star Dust

Supernova Star Dust short poem

You are supernova star dust, remnants of a sun turned inside out; born anew. Elemental matter from swirling nebulae, drawn together by gravity to form a rocky mass, at exactly the right distance from another star, itself formed in precise