Vigil Poems

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

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

My Vigil Light

My Vigil Light prose poem

I set on a journey, I thought I was alone I set off with a heart of stone Wearing armour, you couldn’t see It weighed me down, you wouldn’t know. My weapons, my emotional bow, fit well, made of strength,

The Vigil

The Vigil short poem

Floaters swim in acrid clouds, I watch myself killed by me, the image was real, oracular ashen grey, sitting on a sand dune I listen to the silence of bending and roaring faults, the life repeats the mistake, possessed, chasing

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I Remember You Dear Amma

I Remember You Dear Amma long poem

I will miss you till my last breath dear Amma I breath in each breath in remembrance of you dear Amma Growing up as a child in the family of five I worshiped you mother taking on life without any

Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the

The Buddha Was Going To Weep

The Buddha Was Going To Weep short poem

For the fusion of minds let the long vigil of night begin for a cultural shock. Prayer wheels were whirring furtively. The Buddha was going to weep. Imperial march of hundred thousand boots in fever wakens the darkness under the

The Way I Love You

The Way I Love You long poem

(Recollections from Early Childhood, Circa 1999) In search of a de novo, at each dawn, I consoled myself; that– Tomorrow would be a new day, And each day, I looked back for you, May be it’s the way I love

Confess

Confess sonnet poems

How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday short poem

On an Easter Sunday reminiscing histories. Mulling over life’s mysteries recounting old losses reckoning unknown forces. A kindred soul adding warmth and glow. Dispelling the gloom of a sense of impending doom. Once again light and cheer fill the room.

Intellect

Intellect short poem

The hurt begins to move and meets in a funeral procession. For aging fireworks this was the last chance, but lake had dried up. There was no fall tonight of the moon All the stars had gone for a memorial

Mourning Band

Mourning Band short poem

The descent starts with a dance, of tears and fire. A culture of lids lowers the salt, the silver, the gems. Antithesis to cremate a golden ascent. The night long vigil had a naked puff. It will roll now in

Chronicity

Chronicity short poem

I was keeping a vigil in holy town on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have a dirty mind? This luciferina, will not tell the truth. Venus and Venus flytrap had a parallel birth. And I was facing the

Mourning Band

Mourning Band short poem

The descent starts with a dance, of tears and fire. A culture of lids lowers the salt, the silver, the gems. Antithesis to cremate a golden ascent. The night long vigil had a naked puff. It will roll now in

Thy Eternal Grace

Thy Eternal Grace prose poem

Petals are unfolding Soft crisp leaves are emerging Wonder is their lustrous green aura Milder is the mellow wind’s persona The wind is whispering love longs Into the ears of the emerging beauty The earth is holding on her roots

Hiding

Hiding short poem

After plundering the moon, the skins have dug their heels in candles – for a night vigil. Why you want to know the hidden meaning Of a benign meaningless. The beginning and end were most visible tragedies of an endless

Vaporization

Vaporization short poem

Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor brought the climate change for a flag which flew at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started selling its salt to land sharks. These

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

5 Newest Pieces By Mario William Vitale Springstein Diapers & Wine later on in the village their were aristocrats and thinkers junkies, flunkies & hippies the poetry added to the mood a cosmic tapestry the pool of Springstein on the

One Silver Bowl

One Silver Bowl short poem

Will you save me when I take the call of the lake? The swishing depth was inviting me for a plunge in the purple pool. How deep was the pain of a mountain? The domain was again ailing with subtle

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

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My Mistake

My Mistake short poem

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

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

Forgiveness

Forgiveness short poem

Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

To Be And Have Been

To Be And Have Been short poem

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of

Death: The Last Enemy

Death: The Last Enemy short poem

I face the cruelty of death With a gun pointed at my head Feelings swarm over my mind Why do we kill each other I will never find Why are some people not so kind? Why do we have enemies?

Musings Of An Insomniac

Musings Of An Insomniac short poem

Succinctly speaking There is nothing to be said But a great realization That I must go to bed It’s late and I am tired And a little cranky too Restless I am And in a mood to rue You take

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial short poem

I walk towards the golden sunset again tired and unwilling to go on, have walked enough to know the futility of it all, have seen enough to have the want to shut out, have been a vagabond all my life

Longing

Longing short poem

Oh God I don’t believe you for irretrievable sins in me. My grandchild was asking why did you have to go? I had no answer. My eyes were damp. Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, will you come again? I was

Teardrops

Teardrops short poem

The tear drops run down, And fall off her nose. She cries in dark corners, Where nobody goes. You can follow the track, From her eyes to her chin. Years upon years, Of letting them win. And her eyes tell

Light Is You

Light Is You short poem

It just kept on running Constantly with all hurdles been crossed Wonderful memories left behind Unforgettable fame that’s written forever It just kept on running With many mouths that hurt With many mouths that praised Packed and stuck in my

Perfectly Imperfect!

Perfectly Imperfect! short poem

I am not perfect and nor are you, I have fallen and so have you, I have made my mistakes and so have you. I have my weaknesses and so do you. You may not have had the same experiences

The First Time I Met Love

The First Time I Met Love short poem

And maybe it is – That Love is not patient, Nor kind, nor trusting It boasts and it is proud, Pitted against sister Lust, it is often cowed. The first time I heard of Love? She called me from beyond

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

Mood

Mood short poem

Never know how the mood behaves For a moment it is in Ecstasy In moments it may turn out to be Agony One’s response to the situation has direct bearing on mood A sad news when taken in shock creates

Three Wise Monkey

Three Wise Monkey short poem

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster,

Another Passing Day

Another Passing Day short poem

When my heart breaks I weep as I’ll weep for days, With weeks that’ll go by without any sleep I’ll stay wide awake, Where I’ll wait here in the same old tiring place, With nothing besides this woman on my

Someday My Clyde

Someday My Clyde ode

Someday Someday I’ll wake up before the alarm Kiss your forehead while u sleep in my arms Flip our pancakes Focusing for my ambulance You will change bad to good. Give teens another chance. Showing the light thats inside Leading

Collected Thoughts

Collected Thoughts short poem

Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still

Another Creation *

Another Creation * short poem

Detaches, a part of me. To find some space. Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed, colliding to release the invisible. Chilled particles land on distant psyche. I will give you blue rains. It hurts when I think between

Invasion

Invasion prose poem

The subtly of it was breathtaking. The genius of it was undeniable. Not a single shot was fired. It took decades to accomplish, and no one saw it coming. Slowly but surely humans used technology. It offered so many benefits