Virgo Poems

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.

Virgo

Virgo short poem

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

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Poems containing references to : Virgo

Clock Maker (v2)

Clock Maker (v2) prose poem

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.

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The Waters Edge

The Waters Edge short poem

By the Waters Edge I sit at the waters edge A soft warm breeze at my face The water that runs through my fingers the warm breeze on my face will never pass this way again The days and years

The Harm

The Harm elegy

The Harm Reeling and Writhing It started one day when I felt like heaven. For just a bit, I felt like everyone loved me; nothing could go wrong, I was the king of the world, And it would all last

He Smiles

He Smiles short poem

He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he sees Is it angels who on him keep? Or his future he had a peep He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he hears Is it the lullaby

Living By The Dream

Living By The Dream short poem

We lived by a dream of being together; However, that remained just a dream of one another. I am not sure, why this happened? But I am sure that He will not make his child cry for long, He is

Let it Rain!

Let it Rain! short poem

Let it rain, let it rain! O Mighty let it rain, For it gives no pain, The wonderful fire flies shine Above this huge brine Currents flowing like the blood in my veins But humans are not like rains Once

Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

Caution!

Caution! short poem

An escalator is an insatiable ogre gesturing a continual ragged-nailed come hither promising what is kept at its end is to be desired beyond candy, beyond any comfort of family. it breathes a single anticipatory breath an idiot predator focused

The Huntress

The Huntress short poem

You were standing alone In a crowded room And going round in my head The same old tune. Eyes of cold sapphire Holding me stark, In the dark despair Of a panther’s stare. Futile attempts To move, to turn The

IRONIC

IRONIC long poem

The last drop of hope was snatched from my heart, I don’t know how to accept that we are offically apart. The words I read, cut through me so cold, I dreaded to know the truth I knew would be

Time To Move On

Time To Move On short poem

Memories tug at my heart strings Making me turn around, But in my step, I must get back the spring I mustn’t look back, lest I be forever bound. It’s time to move on Time to forget old dreams. The

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

You are fire

You are fire long poem

As a volcano, you erupt without notice, burning every stone down to its true state. As the third eye, you open suddenly, burning every mask down to its true face. You are not the angel who descends from heaven with

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

Scars

Scars short poem

As the pen parades across an empty page, leaving lingering lines that will last for an age, we pause and wonder with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes. As the nib scars the surface of the

Ideas

Ideas prose poem

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

Fire Of Love

Fire Of Love short poem

Oh my love my mermaid Your beauty is in love raid Spring with flowers has just paid Time came to see and stayed World has not seen beauty like you Dew drops kiss and pursue Reward to charm is yet

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I

Bending With Life

Bending With Life short poem

Trees all around me. Trees moving with wind. Wind is making the trees bend. Trees bending, but not breaking with the wind. Trees are like my life. Moving with the wind. I’m bending with the wind, But I’m not breaking,

Random Musings

Random Musings short poem

Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief

Lost In The Ocean

Lost In The Ocean long poem

Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little But no matter how hard I try life seem to always out-fly Every attempt I

The Retro Love

The Retro Love short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my

Don’t Throw The Bomb

Don’t Throw The Bomb short poem

They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send

#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

The Discovery Love Poem!

The Discovery Love Poem! long poem

I have made mistakes in my history It is nothing personal I am a black woman. However, I remember to do the right thing When those mistakes reflect back to me. I remember my pains more When I try to

Love

Love short poem

When her emptiness was lost in the silence of his absence, she demanded he’d fill her womb. He panicked. Turned to work. She to another man.

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

Papi Mario

Papi Mario long poem

I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick

Eve Speaks

Eve Speaks short poem

Although just one snake is well known in that so-called paradise, actually there were tons of them. When we ran away, I was never so happy. My feet no longer touching swarms of mushy poison. Fruit smelled to high heaven

World at my Window

World at my Window short poem

World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In

Pang of guilt

Pang of guilt short poem

Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you

Relationship

Relationship long poem

Unknown to each other in the Real world Man and woman fall in love in Virtual world Though They are not in touch physically they feel they are inseparable mentally Without knowing each other how the other look they get

Reema: A Child Girl At War Time

Reema: A Child Girl At War Time prose poem

At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember

Kiss Me Each Morning

Kiss Me Each Morning short poem

Kiss me each morning for a million years The joy it gives is the reason for my tears; Honey I take your love and I make it right Now here is my body Let it be your velvet for tonight

Flames

Flames short poem

Her heart was on fire And he was the one who lit it up Then he left it to burn And went away with no return He gave up on her Not even with one concern He was all she

A Moon Has Crashed

A Moon Has Crashed short poem

After bending the oracle, there was participation in voice of grievers. The child of sun was dead in arms of nature. It moves, when I thought it was stillborn, the history of mankind. In the saddest day today, I believe

The Cane

The Cane short poem

It is strong, it is stout It is rounded at both the ends No matter how healthy the aim is It never breaks, it never bends. It swoops like a whip It hits like a sword It stings like a

Something Strange

Something Strange short poem

From the point where the sky met the sea, Shot down a lighning bolt, And in tremor, it hit my boat. The sea growled like a monster, And I cried like a kid. I was all alone in the sea.

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I