Tropics Poems

Tropics poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of tropics poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on tropics are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Bitter Tropics

Bitter Tropics short poem

It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors it was there in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing first

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Vacation

Vacation prose poem

Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating

Poems containing references to : Tropics

Green Vigil

Green Vigil short poem

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

God The Banana

God The Banana long poem

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark, flinging back the brilliance of a sun. Move a little closer – you’ll be stunned how lakes and oceans flash, how ice-caps spark. Zoom in lower still and see the forests, so vibrant,

My Snow Laden Divan

My Snow Laden Divan prose poem

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

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The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The Dark nights The Dimming lights The Owls hoots The Sound of boots The Wishes await The Stares at the gate The Chilling breeze The Dangling keys… The Empty chair The Hopes in despair The Lonely dawn The Joys withdrawn

Shed this Skin

Shed this Skin short poem

If only we were bones We wouldn’t throw so many stones Separated by this skin We seem to forget we’re all human Brother killing brother All for their flesh’s color Inequality uncontrolled Because of the lies we’ve all been told

Some Moments

Some Moments long poem

Rains- smells Of dampness and chill, mother’s crispies, grandma’s tea Of coming home, all wet and cold, little pools flooding the floor Of dosas on the stove, day-darkness, drying clothes, A thunder bolt from the darkened skies, Wet feathers and

Truth

Truth prose poem

Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like

Soul

Soul short poem

Just before the darkest hour I saw a dawn breaking there was this angel standing she looked withered and tired. her wings ruffled and torn I got up to help but she yelled stop don’t hurt me anymore I can’t

The Way…

The Way… short poem

Being a forest ranger I sense a way to be Observing is my hobby Your hobby: let it be Observing nature bring You all to understand Why would the ancients cling? To worship mother land Wisdom of ancient trees Is

Adding To Woes

Adding To Woes short poem

Again I would hear the night sounds through the hours of civilities when there was a pause in the body untouchable. You were sleeping with counterfeits, running down the golden dome sailing over the silken clouds. My rough palm was

It’s Not Too Late

Its Not Too Late long poem

When you plant a seed, And seeds won’t grow, Do not worry! It’s not too late to give up, plant again. Someday it will grow and stand in front of you. When you start to sing, And the songs won’t

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man short poem

I’ve always needed the city more than it needed me Wandering its prominent streets Being nothing more than an anonymous ant, Crawling past the lines of mechanized zombies With equally anonymous ants driving them More than once have I bathed

Desire

Desire short poem

Desire, an ever burning coal within us awaiting to be fuelled by a lover or fame or money for others An unquenchable thirst for touch and breathless acts of pleasure Desire, the dreams of devils and angels A driven force

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

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .

Love Formulas

Love Formulas prose poem

(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a

Story Of A Love Lost

Story Of A Love Lost long poem

You know that feeling you get when all has been said; all has been done when you know the good you’ll forget and the fights, the words can’t be undone When that first tentative kiss as tongues crept slowly to

The Love that Never Claims its due

The Love that Never Claims its due short poem

My love is pure I am very sure My love is deep it will never sleep My love is strong It can never be wrong My love is mad It makes me glad My love is divine It will always

Blue Blooded

Blue Blooded short poem

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

Laziness – A Curse

Laziness   A Curse short poem

Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse – is like a Saccharin. Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Laziness creeps in secretly body within And remains there undisturbed

Invincible

Invincible sonnet poems

My love, wake up, the drums are coming near, Our army waits, their catapults are drawn, The gate is sealed, the moat’s bridge hoisted clear, Our seers have warned about this blood drenched dawn: Should fate be worst, your asp

In Her Mind I Remain

In Her Mind I Remain short poem

Images about me- still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for. Every minute of her life she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my

Guilty

Guilty short poem

Committing crime has two sides Rich or poor is no exception Reasons may be plenty some may be for gain some may be out of pain greedy may escape punishment Genuine may suffer punishment suffering due to punishment fades away

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

She’s Gone

Shes Gone short poem

Oh the difference young, old, rich, poor, squirming with words, hitting the floor squabbling, fighting, feeling sore. a world of regret, I swallow and beget this absence of you! O! I wish I could turn words into wishes. I wish

Rosas Negras

Rosas Negras short poem

Measure the fathom when my ocean is calm, And pain shall be mortal, resting on your palm I promised you a dawn where no mourn shall break Sleep within my core as no pain shall wake The rain showed how

A Bug Named Jitters

A Bug Named Jitters long poem

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Last Rites

Last Rites short poem

Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost

You are earth

You are earth long poem

With no mother to groom you, you grew as a wild child. with no gardener to prune you, you grew as a wild shrub. as a stone, you rolled on riverbeds, rolled down mountains, rolled in the hands of strangers,

Bumblebee

Bumblebee short poem

I wish I was a bumblebee, buzzing around so wild and free. I would yell at everyone I see; Hey you guys look at me. Buzz, buzz, buzz all day long. A stinger the size on my ding-dong. Let some

Silence

Silence prose poem

Do not read my words but silence for my words hold no meaning but my silence does, I will sell my words but silence will I keep for my silence is precious , I will search new meanings of silence

Rain , Rain , Go Away …………..

Rain  , Rain , Go Away   .............. long poem

Hey Rain ! A blessing though we call you Do you bring the same cheer every time ? Why behave so insanely sometimes Like an enemy swearing vengeance ? True , you arrive with soothing relief When the earth is

Into Cobalt Blue

Into Cobalt Blue long poem

I have no sad delusion life will end, though I’ll move on Into endogenetic, and the stillness from which we were born To lie there undisturbed, Earth Mother cradles us until she’s gone These thoughts all race across my mind,

Words Are Mine

Words Are Mine short poem

Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.

My postbox

My postbox short poem

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

The Little Things In Life

The Little Things In Life long poem

Why fight to always be number one in everything When life teaches us it is the smaller things of everyday that the most we are always missing Yet so many will fight to the death to conquer the most expensive

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World short poem

Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought