Vioence Poems

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

The Predicament

The Predicament short poem

Joined by the funeral, we sit down, under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling the processions. Ultimately one by one they come, to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow there is an explosion and a transition censored

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North wind

North wind short poem

Oh north wind I can feel you again cause I am a gypsy at heart, take me away this year to a place where people smile where there is no one senile, there is youth and there is hope take

Me And My Mood

Me And My Mood short poem

When I am happy I can’t remain sleepy I tried to share it with all sundry happiness ceases the moment I am lonely When I am in sorrow I see no tomorrow I feel my heart pierced by an arrow

Slain Roses

Slain Roses short poem

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

Nobody Likes Me

Nobody Likes Me short poem

Nobody likes me, he is such a strange man Nobody likes me, he likes holding my hand Nobody likes me, and I like him too Nobody likes me, what will be of us two? Nobody likes me, we’re so funny

Welcome Back From The Dead

Welcome Back From The Dead short poem

Well and you left me way too soon just like that one sad day out of the blue I cried every minute of everyday and every night for about a week or two ’til I casted that forbidden spell in

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

Fear Of Flying

Fear Of Flying short poem

In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question

The Light

The Light short poem

And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So

Song like a Slide

Song like a Slide short poem

Like that beautiful voice of a girl the slow strumming pleasant strings humming (the unknown) in my ears alone the ever so increasing feel good rhythm I love this song. As if I’m showering in flower-petals the beat of the

Budget Wheels

Budget Wheels sonnet poems

A vehicle is here for your review: A 1946 used hatchback heart. Not near as shiny as when it was new, But all the parts are there and it will start. It’s true it needs a lot of body work

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Waiting… In vain is what comes to mind. In wanting what I think is right. In loving to be loved the same. In hating for everybody to agree. In missing you while you are still here. To say what I

To My Dear Valentine

To My Dear Valentine short poem

I think I have seen you few days before Since I saw you, I’m loving you even thousand times more when free from every worry, from all business shall I spend all my time beside you my princess to have

Move Ahead

Move Ahead short poem

When you cannot find even a single way , Forget your past and begin a new day . Remember the sun up so high , Inspiring a million lives . Move out of your fear and listen to your heart

Now I Can

Now I Can short poem

I thought everything is forever lost, all my feelings buried and gone. I must have been cursed, I thought I never find what I desire the most. My broken heart was beating in vain, I knew I never be the

Road Ahead…

Road Ahead... short poem

Road ahead of us Cannot be assessed Mind of a woman Cannot be gauged Length of a Tunnel Cannot be measured Sayings of a Sage Cannot be understood The time when Earth Bounces Cannot be figured out While such is

Mirror

Mirror short poem

As I look into the mirror I see a face looking at me Not one I want to be I don’t want to see I don’t want anyone to see What is in the mirror A face so weary Just

Splitting The Night

Splitting The Night short poem

Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the

A Day In The Life

A Day In The Life short poem

If you could follow me around I wonder what you’d see, I wonder if you would be surprised, Would I be a reflection of how you think of me, Or would you think my life has been a lie. You

Hidden Tides

Hidden Tides short poem

Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.

Memory Walk

Memory Walk short poem

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

Pebbles In The Pond

Pebbles In The Pond short poem

A crooked slanting moon shifts the eye comes under the chaste tree and washes the tainted victory. Wolves start howling at the tomb of unknown martyr, man-eaters recoil on the sugar island and talk about destinies, A mourning crowd walks

I Have A God

I Have A God elegy

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Heaven in a Wildflower Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multi-coloured butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

Let Me Be A Brute

Let Me Be A Brute short poem

Tag me with a lie or Trick me with a sigh. Free me from truth and Let me be a brute. Fight me like fire or Let me be your desire. Grab me like a child and Drag me to

Story

Story short poem

Our final moment draws near As we leave all behind Ending our story For a new beginning Each day spent Was a day wasted Until it comes down To the final sayings The last moment Before we end our journey

Confused Mind

Confused Mind short poem

Words fall less motivated unless life with stress striving for bliss Dreams Suppressed Thoughts never expressed Mind long back refreshed Though feel blessed with loved ones touched With all luxuries accumulated Still feel empty handed Finding the world hollow minded

Unceasing Friendship….

Unceasing Friendship.... short poem

It wasn’t too late, it was just a fate It wasn’t a mess, it was only a chance To make someone delight, not always have to fight, But to gain the light, one always has to cope against night I

Road to Revolution

Road to Revolution prose poem

I was on the road to revolution; when I met- The childless mother beating her chest in sorrow, the widow shredding tears of solitude, The motherless child crying for company, the father who had lost his son… For the road

Praise Poem

Praise Poem short poem

Again i hear the word in my heart falling like generous drops of peace flowing through my grateful core like honey glow of melted butter-mellow rays dancing on warm yellow flowers bursting through your smile meandering easing me comforting and

The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the

Love Sonnet 128

Love Sonnet 128 sonnet poems

Strong aural presence of our love pervades Our place of rendezvous despite the years, The past, or the recall of it, invades My peace with stark nostalgia that it bears; Can we forget the rose pressed to your face? When

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

The Wait

The Wait ballad

The clouds compete, the sky gate The sun shouts, the moon waits! Tasted a bit of sweet success Gleaned through eyes, like a bird that left its nest! An aroma never sniffed, billowing from up top The trees stand stiff,

A Better Way

A Better Way prose poem

Is there really no way out? He thinks everyday Every morning Waking up with boredom Need to find a cause, a better one He digs up the dump of memories A happier one, a brighter one The dust is everywhere

Rain

Rain prose poem

The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip and I was feeling to sleep, one day it rained which took everybody with itself all were dancing happily the peacock was dancing its wings were so delightful. The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip and I