Testing Poems

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

Can You Guess Who I Am?

Can You Guess Who I Am? short poem

I am the Reason for a process With many steps in progress To save time,money and distress To lead a program to success I am treated by priority Considered by severity By the testing authority To maintain product clarity I

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Realize

Realize ode

Like seasons, friendship too changes, As it varies from different ranges. All of a sudden it is bleak, As if it has lost its magic streak. With the passage of time, And this drift at its prime; Has indeed led

Memories Of Old

Memories Of Old long poem

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little

Angel Of The Solitudes

Angel Of The Solitudes prose poem

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

Dreams Of A Life

Dreams Of A Life long poem

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel short poem

To hold you up if you start to fall and fly to your side whenever you call. To hold you close when dark closes in, I’ll feed your heart and beat from within. To feel your warmth and the glow

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

The Old Vine

The Old Vine prose poem

The red brick wall was old and cracked, but still was strong and active; all covered by a tough old Vine that made the wall its captive. Each year in Spring, the vine grew leaves of green and tiny flowers,

New Moon Rising

New Moon Rising short poem

On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears, in the shape of a graceful swan. A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High, prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving across the star studded sky-line. “New

Impediment

Impediment short poem

Build up to such situation near impossible to defuse Most convictions of earlier sense uncertain now infuse Defying palpable rationale to point radically extreme Sane logic where rescinds past any credible scheme It hits akin a thunderbolt hard shot out

The Road Through The Woods

The Road Through The Woods prose poem

The Earth and the sky Bridged by majestic woods Form the horizon In between through the blue and green Goes on the alluring metallic road Invitingly . Promising to carry you on To the land of beautiful dreams , The

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel short poem

To hold you up When you’re ready to fall To fly to your side Whenever you call To hold you close When dark closes in To feed your heart To beat from within To feel the warmth The glow of

Death Pride

Death Pride short poem

Oh mighty creator, please hear my breathless prayer, Before I enter the battle become a ruthless slayer, Thank you for keeping me good & alive, For being with me, helping me survive, In this cold harsh winter you have been

Foaming Fury

Foaming Fury short poem

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

Better Man

Better Man short poem

Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

‘Tis The Season

Tis The Season short poem

Unpleasant things of life, once completely frozen, are now thawing and melting away. Wisdom has taught us that such things, like ice caps, never came to stay. To all things, there is an ultimate purpose. This truth is certain; no

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Ode To The Budgerigar

Ode To The Budgerigar short poem

Sometimes I feel really rotten Like someone’s dumped me in a moat And all the world’s against me I cut and bruise and they gloat When I climb out of that well of hell The viscous brown liquid drips along

The Nomad

The Nomad short poem

Born to wonder beyond borders The joy of contentment in wonderment Crossing prairies of earthly colours Created a world filled with excitement Through sun rays and rain showers Beyond the passages of past monument Sand of heat to mountain dew

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

Crying Daughter

Crying Daughter short poem

Why u want to kill me I want to live How the world is I want to see During my childhood I will not tease you for anything I will not bother you oh mother, why you making sin trapped

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

The Falling Star

The Falling Star long poem

The falling star !! Twinky twinky tiny star.. Here is the story how you are !! Don’t be shy and give a fly.. As I dive in you and die !! A long away.. Before the 23 years bay.. !!

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

Untitled

Untitled short poem

Pen in hand, I struggled, as the pages begged, I let them be white, even if for the day. But my first battle was with my tears; I wondered, could I fill my ink bottles with them? No. Leaving you

The Wounded Angel

The Wounded Angel short poem

Flying through the clouds of an agitating sky she was landed on the shore of despair. Unknown of the tyrannous rapter the angel became wounded by his erroneous desire. Following the winds of fallacy she got lost among the devils.

Warfront

Warfront short poem

The spectre of falling towers in night unfolds in awe. A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. Heart of pig was being readied for implant, tallies with the seizured hollow of a man. A young girl of seventeen, comes

For You My Love, My Valentine

For You My Love, My Valentine short poem

I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,

I Love You

I Love You short poem

Her eyes widened, Not once did I stop to notice that this was the first time These words came from my mouth. Through action yes but never once did I stop to pay attention that I’ve never said it before.

She Wears…

She Wears... short poem

She wears a scarf made out of lace To cover the abuse left on the side of her face He never holds her But always wants to mold her Each day , each night His devilish side would come outside

Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber short poem

My favorite singer, Justin Bieber. He calls his fans beliber, And i’m his believer. His songs are really good, that it would make person skip his food. Turns the listener in a good mood, Even for little red riding hood.

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

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

Cheers

Cheers long poem

Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what

The Boy

The Boy elegy

Winding down the winter trail Through the dark and snowy veil I came upon a copse of trees And took shelter there amongst the leaves The wind howled throughout the night And gave me such a terrible fright All alone

Today I Saw A Baby In A Mall

Today I Saw A Baby In A Mall short poem

Today I saw a baby in a mall Sitting on the trolley comfortably looking with wide opened bewildered eyes at everything around her everything for her so huge so tall she a tiny figure in the big mall Perhaps the

Hear My Call!

Hear My Call! short poem

“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All!

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All! long poem

My world came crashing down And I have been reduced to a nobody No one recognizes me anymore Even the dog in my street barks at me I am a woman with no resource I am a woman whose husband

The Painter

The Painter short poem

Behold, you are in the presence of the painter of man May his brushstrokes be kind as he paints your essence He sees right into your soul as he paints the inner you Your canvas is life, may the hues

Lost

Lost prose poem

I am lost in the fruitless existence of my soul, sleep, eat, pray, cry and repeat. Longing for the one to break me free from the chains of social acceptance and the prison blessed man has created for himself. Man