Terrestrial poems bring the best collection of short and long terrestrial poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great terrestrial rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these terrestrial poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on terrestrial are here for you.
Surrender To gravity Levitate and ascend To the sun All to drop From dead last To none Demons cast out Far, far, far from here Light-years away From this Terrestrial sphere Intergalactic war zone Asteroids and shooting stars Little green
When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three
Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the
when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and
Spinning someplace in the blackness of space, A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race. Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions; Here, cerulean seas – There, prismatic oceans. Macro quantum motion; Instantaneous locomotion – No need for roads, Teleport to go; No
One sunny afternoon, I coiled in the grass, and later wriggled my way through the woods. Though scaly and limbless I am, yet uniquely created and outstanding amongst beasts. My charming rhythmic movement caught the attention of the hunter, who
Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is
Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a
Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,
If you want happiness take two big bags and come into the magical world of poets will take you to a poetic market where symphony is heard in buying and selling they sell magical dreams and rainbows buy back your
One summers day in mid-July, I sauntered down a rocky path, secluded and forbidding; the trees and vines were on all sides, entangled, strong, and hidden; I trudged along the darkened path with fear for one full hour, with help,
When your hot breath passes through warmth of my breath an amazing heat is born from the burning volcano of love that generates a new energy for two hearts to board a ship of love-dreams When my thirsty eyes peep
Wait, Wait.. Cynthia Lit up your lantern, Yet little more ..! Let me compose a line Just one and once Left conclude my rhyme – In the sacred hours of this night! Awake, Awake.. Darling, Amidst the time darkling, Stay
She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .
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
Little yellow wings creature, bright just like sun shine of nature, come out of its safest zone, to see the world on its own. Amazed to see tall buildings, glass flowers and iron trees blinking, then It seems hungry at
Ever close close together ever fast in our embrace. We have lived lived a lifetime always danced at life’s fast pace. Danced to tunes tunes remembered that for us will never fade. Knowing now our time is ending yet, come
You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze
I was aware My breath was not the same His presence sank in me such I feel him in every drop of rain Pain,anger and intense moments Life’s become a fast trail The destination is worthless now Journey my only
The flower blossoms, the raindrops touch the petals, rainbow hugs the sky, wind blows in rhythm, the divine souls dance on the earth, the sky claps at all…. when the ice of sentiments melts in between me and you you
Do not talk of unhealing wounds, talk of the weapons. Talk of the hands which used the arms and talk of the brain which pressed the trigger. Violence was primitive but the cruel eyes had a new glint, At night
In dreamland the fairytales are in danger.The dream meanies are on the loose.They have scrambled Humpty Dumpy and they have kidnapped Mother Goose. So meet me in Sandusky or somewhere in between it’s a covert operation so come by submarine.
Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.
The days descended inhaling goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, The world was
Revelation Brevity of words; No rhyme within its reason. Haiku uncovered. Caught Out Summer rain spatter, Unsettled dusky maiden. Parasol resort. Crow Proclaimers of death; charcoaled anonymity. Murderous union. Prelude to a Fall Bitter autumn wind, Sinks teeth into summer’s
Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In
These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’