Virgo poems bring the best collection of short and long virgo poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great virgo rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these virgo poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on virgo are here for you.
Well you are the Virgin of Chasity All fired up in a warm shade of Indigo You are the unification of cosmic Forces in the shadow of Mercury An adaptable soul but you never Compromise your virtues Born of the
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.
It’s not known why intimacy Starts between me and you Why overwhelming interests Made me eager to dream you Every incident between us Became colorful really Happy moments with you Touched my heart gradually Why I felt without you Life
Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees, watching below, all the people move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove. Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing
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
(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song
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.. .
Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The
An icy hand controlled my heart And kept it weak and lame Preventing it from beating strong With cords of guilt and shame Each day its poison filtered round Encouraging decay To suppurate potential sores That leaked a grim dismay
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain
A waft of misty enchantment, Created a magic in the air, A butterfly unfolded its wings, Kissed a beautiful flower, She gracefully opened her petals, Giving in to its gentle embrace, Surrendering itself in abandoned joy, Gifting its nectar of
What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate
I love.. The early sounds of dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds
Your beautiful spirit has found it’s way back home. Your golden smile will always be the sun of so many people’s lives. Dearest Maya, as a caged bird ,You told your story to touch deeply, and profoundly. You deserved to be
All my walls are taken down, Nothing but little pieces of rubble, And I try to pick them up, But I fall down myself in a puddle; A puddle of hatred, of ribbing I’m broken and completely inside, I’m stupid,
What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make
O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched. O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre
Woman thou art precious Do not disdain it as something trivial Defer not its presence Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure Let not the doctor’s scalpel panic you Woman thou art precious Hear not to frightening
A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm
Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like
Though I could hardly breathe My heart raced within me. The sound of his voice excited me. I need to confront, lift my head up, admit to my mistake, love I deserted, but still crave. Did he forget, time erased
Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?
Love squared by Love rounding each edge, geometrizing each ends equalizing its alphabets, circling its triangles. Infinitesimally surrounding transitory planes and lanes within our pyramidal silences, giving new lines and directions, intersections of re-constructions compasses and conjunctures within rebellious Mathematics