Usa Poems

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

Paradox

Paradox short poem

The world is my canvas Full of confusion And chains My surroundings insist on me Holding on to the Pain but Why? Why I ask myself have we Gotten To this point where we See things for what they are

By Any Means Nate Parker

By Any Means Nate Parker short poem

Through fear they act in lies Within hate they see rage But sadly when a truth surfaces to find land The devils burn the island Us as beings do our best to find shore When in another world it is

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At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

A Sonnet To God

A Sonnet To God sonnet poems

Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.

Inspiration

Inspiration short poem

A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of

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

Over The Wire 1968

Over The Wire 1968 long poem

There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off

Poet

Poet prose poem

I’ve fallen in love with the poet In all its dimensions rippling across the pool of time, incarnate in its everything the rosy cheeked and wet lipped girl rattling existential verse over the clamor of a twelve car train, barreling

Lantern’s Night

Lanterns Night short poem

Let’s sit around together here on the sleepy grass with our lovely families and well crafted Halloween Lanterns, It’s warm and peaceful The wind is slowly blowing, making some funny shadows on our faces Let’s hear the sounds of fire

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

In my mind I see it I believe it I can be it I am the great conqueror In my mind I can bask in it The accomplishment The battle won The victories The satisfaction in life The road travel

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon ode

My Contingency Measure in case of…Armageddon Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone,

Journeys

Journeys prose poem

Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads why does blood leak instead of sweat? It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins. What anxiety is body experiencing? Why exhaustion is in the eyes? Where do we have to go? What are

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Emotion Market

Emotion Market short poem

This market is full of gimmickries, They can attract you till you feel your heartbeats, You can splurge whole your heart out, Like cash, card, love, greed, Your sentiments too, In whatever shapes and forms, But, your hunger is never

Surrender

Surrender ballad

Silence fills this room; I can feel the rhythm of my heart Chanting drums celebrating God’s work of art. Calmness surrounds me, no words can describe My worries have vanished, only hope resides. Before this very moment, there has been

Tablets Of Stone

Tablets Of Stone prose poem

Tablets Of Stone Have you walked among the tombstones Have you seen what’s there Words chiselled in the stone Résumés of the departed, gone to seek redemption Transformed into tablets made of stone. Have you walked among the tombstones Have

Wanderings..

Wanderings.. short poem

The habit of my soul to just walk away, leaving all relations one by one. Taking all the misfortunes, and the blames thereof, and the seduction of the silence of the mourning afterwards. Yes I know it has got that

Blue Sky

Blue Sky short poem

The stem cells coaxed to become a kidney or a trachea failed to ask the Himalayas, why were not, they gathering the ice for glaciers! Some sexual jealousy? The naked darkness will nurse the roses to rest on the barrel

The Wise Man

The Wise Man short poem

The words of the wise are seldom spoke; Upon true wisdom a fool does choke… Stunned by the wise man’s words, they are confused, They try to turn the words around just to be misused. Yet, the word of wisdom

The Warmest Place

The Warmest Place short poem

The warmest place is where the heart stays Where sweet memories abide This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind And

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite

A Call To Prayer

A Call To Prayer prose poem

‏Here I am; a thread of silk. Like a fire bird, I erect up from cities besieged by noise, I stand up from clouds tainted by petroleum and money, from a sky floored by thundering jets and earthy curses, crossing

My Darkness

My Darkness short poem

I see the darkness. It does not take on the appearance of the description i was given as a naive child so many years ago. The darkness sees me. It sees my body, and it sees my soul. It sees

Foursome

Foursome short poem

A complex ego: lips on a flame like Kama Sutra. Starless night to probe a moon going downhill. A needle in hay protects the wound of a kiss. Portrait was incomplete without pilot to fly a plane: ———————————————- A complex

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

A Maiden’s Holiday

A Maidens Holiday short poem

when death takes off its stockings it reveals it has the legs of a lady. not just desiccated femurs – luscious calves and plump thighs, the kind that would make noted drunken poets claw free from the grave and wolf

Bitter Pill To Swallow

Bitter Pill To Swallow long poem

This is a bitter pill to swallow Knowing you are not here and out of sight All I do is sit and wallow Since you went away the whole world feels dull and grey I would do anything to have

Inner Strength

Inner Strength short poem

Her face was a canvas for his fists. Her mind, a sponge to absorb his taunts. Her heart, a dart board to field his barbs. But her face was aglow with a radiance Secure in the fact that she had

Slovenly Appearance

Slovenly Appearance prose poem

He operates a picayune business– A tea stall with very little eatables People expect in such stalls And look at him with surprise But he remains unmoved He has his own shabby style of living He carries on business in

Piteous Proletariat

Piteous Proletariat prose poem

While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a

To My Son About Mother

To My Son About Mother short poem

It sweeps from my lips and lands softly on your Mother’s ear… without thought or effort Never is it a matter of choice For it is as simple and natural as a breath of air It is never conditional on

Bones Of Winds

Bones Of Winds short poem

Inside, the battle wages. One step down, I drown myself in the frowns of a thought. Night sucks at my fear. The rhyme of the fading moon intends to fix me up. I refuse to smell the breath of the

Little Lost Lassie

Little Lost Lassie short poem

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,

Ode To Mr. Turkey

Ode To Mr. Turkey ode

Half past five Coffee hits an empty stomach Gun clean, cameo on Headlights in the driveway We don’t talk much on the drive This time is for quiet contemplation Although we try We know we might take a life Most

Deer

Deer short poem

A visit to the zoo I wanted to become a deer Four legs A flowery short tail Tremulous look Earth’s colour A doe walked nearby She wanted me to scratch The corner of her eyes With the end of the

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

How Free Are We?

How Free Are We? prose poem

Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,

Father To Son

Father To Son short poem

I touch your cheek I’m surprised, it’s cold I reach for your hand I need it to hold I look into eyes That once gleamed and sparkled As we loved and laughed And wrestled and tickled The eyes are now

Stumbling

Stumbling short poem

Disaffection brings out, the black fever. Stars will chart the inky path. It was too close the brazen attack on sacred rites. Prejudice of contents was besides, heavy. I am going to flee from spaces. You become a fodder of