Turtle Poems

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

The Bird Nest

The Bird Nest short poem

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents? Does it watch other birds? No to either. Instinct is what is said. How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean

Poems containing references to : Turtle

Wait

Wait short poem

You may think I have given up, But I only reached a hurdle. The rare opportunities to work, Have made me slow as a turtle. Life has thrown it’s curves In a way I can not change. I do my

Lil Pump Know

Lil Pump Know short poem

turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know bust up the beat to promote its tempo take you to places you need to go flirting with fire coming down to the wire a

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line long poem

Do you ever step out of line ? Go shopping with your pyjama bottoms on and no socks and shoes if I feel so inclined Do you ever step out of line ? Go wrestle a turtle in the deep

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be

Model Girl

Model Girl short poem

Beneath the lipstick, make-up and behind the smile, She is just a model who poses before you; for a while; Between the lines; below the sentences; She domains, Dressed up in white, with an angelic look; she remains. Human or

Cobain Rises

Cobain Rises long poem

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

Is It Winter Or Spring?

Is It Winter Or Spring? short poem

Gone are the days when we Used to ask winter to go away With the hope that spring will Come and stay. Instead, we are now on our knees Praying to spring asking it to go Because even the sun

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

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You Only Live Once

You Only Live Once long poem

The minute that you meet her she will tell you she is ill She keeps all her medication upon her windowsill And I have to say It makes a fine display Her grandchildren are fascinated by their colours, shapes and

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

Importance Of Prayers

Importance Of Prayers short poem

One may experience it or not but Prayers add to my psychological strength And contribute to my efforts to succeed By creating a better and positive environment. Many believe prayers as wastage of energy and time but what I shared

Surviving Attention

Surviving Attention short poem

She’ll only dance as long as you don’t watch her a heavenly symmetry in the distance between elbows, knees. Gravity is only a suggestion while she progresses through nameless steps, her unplucked body stepping across thresholds billions of sisters have

Prisoners

Prisoners short poem

I used to think that fish In little bowls and aquariums Were pitiful prisoners of men Deprived of freedom Defined by frontiers Hindered by limits But now I know that fish Might be happy in their prisons Able to explore

Easter Morning Siren Song

Easter Morning Siren Song short poem

It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge

Come to me – ever familiar..

Come to me   ever familiar.. short poem

Come to me as a stranger who is evermore familiar, as a face in our dream that we long to touch, as a voice in our heads that we have forever waiter for, come to me as a stranger, my

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

Prisoner Of A Narcissist

Prisoner Of A Narcissist short poem

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

Tsunami – A Catastrophe Stroy

Tsunami   A Catastrophe Stroy short poem

The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an

Queen

Queen short poem

As I adore her divine smile, those eyes shimmering like never before. Whilst engrossed in grasping her hair as they plummet down on her face, she carries herself with an effortless grace. I remember she was a teenage girl just

I am not weak

I am not weak short poem

I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone

Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet

A Poet’s Tale

A Poets Tale long poem

Between the breathless breeze of day, I stood and wondered what to say, A sunlit sea, a cloud dressed night, a fawn dressed in the morning light, So much to choose , so much to paint, before my days grow

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Midnight is fun With all the wrappers and covers All the extra cloths All the extra socks All the extra shorts All the extra mittens The rain is going The moon is up high MIDNIGHT Is as dark as a

Where Elephants Go

Where Elephants Go prose poem

She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who

Ageism

Ageism short poem

A pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble God oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when I look back I

Matchmakers

Matchmakers short poem

non compos mentis my monologue, non-believer will say, it was insult of salt, under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap, kneeling, at war with yourself, disinheriting the loud blood, you want to thwart the murky ariel to

A Nonconformist Haiku On The Rims

A Nonconformist Haiku On The Rims short poem

Peek a soul-peeking into an unghostly, sacred ghost — in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, until I find myself more flimsy than a goldfish ghost with bulging, story-telling eyes, standing, staring, balancing on the mental-emotional

Happiest Forever

Happiest Forever short poem

Prescription for happiness Aspire to reach your potential Believe in yourself Create a good life Dream about what you might become Exercise daily Forgive honest mistake Glorify the creative spirit Humour yourself and others Imagine great things Joyfully live each

A cultural cup of tea

A cultural cup of tea short poem

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma sonnet poems

He did not fathom my words; Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds. I was at my wits end; But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend. What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander; I lacked the candour

You’ve Been On My Mind

You’ve Been On My Mind short poem

After seeing you again yesterday I just can’t think of anything else but you, oh your beautiful face your pretty eyes and your wicked little grin makes me wanna get to know you better if you know what I mean

You And I

You And I short poem

Remembrance was it, Mesmerized to be. With the white wall of waves, Running towards in leaps and bounds, To embrace the human world, With warmth they touch the froth, Immersed they’re in love and passion, Lashing against the rocks in

A Beautiful Rose

A Beautiful Rose short poem

A beautiful rose To those who enjoy the smell of its fragrance and admire its beauty A rose will always display its charming looks and delicious aroma which only a rose holds uniquely And to those looking to pluck it,

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion short poem

When Egypt talks… What we call today…. The USA… Surrenders…. This is the way… Nasser one day…. Opened for us…. No need for aid Free we were born and stayed Greedy traders’ cells They trade the land They never understand

War

War prose poem

The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust

Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears short poem

Don’t look at my smiles and cheerful face Because I have hidden tears underneath The hypocrisy of world made a base To dip down in the ocean and to see beneath Wonderful people are from wonderful race My enemies are

Breakfast

Breakfast short poem

Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash