Vishu Poems

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

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall short poem

In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;

Poems containing references to : Vishu

Are You Away From God’s Own Land?

Are You Away From Gods Own Land? long poem

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

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Wild Feelings

Wild Feelings prose poem

Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why

I’m A Monster

Im A Monster short poem

Something went wrong Something changed Where’s the sweet song? I’ve become a monster of pain. I can’t even see myself I’m that affected My mind’s now as small as an elf’s My heart…ejected. You won’t understand what I went through

When I Discovered

When I Discovered prose poem

When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being, When I got every answer and a saturated silence, deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled I

Just In Time For The Holidays

Just In Time For The Holidays short poem

Well and it seems everybody must be doing their last Minute Christmas shopping today So now I avoid the interstate after the standstill I was In this morning I’ve heard your new hit song on the radio twice already Babe

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

An Angel

An Angel ode

Fine is the wine drops from your lips; To dance and to sing, I hold your hips; Sugary bread we eat is from your oven, An angel appeared now she is from heaven. Knowing nothing new on loving trends, Forget

Have You Ever Travelled By Train?

Have You Ever Travelled By Train? short poem

Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.

Falling Apart

Falling Apart short poem

Too much said, too much heard. Numbness remains, unperturbed. Freckles of past, growing on words Poems look like a discolored herd Stifling sunrises deep within Echoing thoughts under the skin I crave for myself, more each time Reciting a wordless,

Spare Me At Least After My Death…

Spare Me At Least After My Death... short poem

Lying on the platform Bathed in my own blood Writhing in pain Eyes closing I know my life is coming to an end My voice hardly reaching my own ears I reach out my arms for help No head turns

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love long poem

I would be unhappy if I foolishly thought you loved me I know you do not Love is not love if not found in intention and motive but only in words as the latter gets carried out in action and

The Place

The Place short poem

I dont want to be here, I want to be there, why can’t I be there all the time? It’s the absence that grows the heart, the contrast is necessary to visualise the beauty, Moss covered rocks, bubbling water, ferns

Unfreezing

Unfreezing short poem

Freezing was not required for the casket. It only contained a shroud. The schism had scored a victory. Bystanders will find a dark matter between the words. The god was very lonely today. The black wounds start crying. A white

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

…..before I Can Spread My Wings!

.....before I Can Spread My Wings! short poem

“I long to flee from here and hide in a corner of your soul, as the one deserted by his brood in a land unknown; not a ray to light my path, not a shadow to comfort me! I long

Dream On Africa

Dream On Africa long poem

Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta . Dream on all ye daughters of Africa

Yours Only

Yours Only short poem

A city prepares to die. What is the real time now for blemishing the skin of a man? In your violet eyes I will find a moon for an encounter. An alien wall comes up between us.We cannot shed the

Leave Me

Leave Me short poem

Leave me… to bask in the drenching moods of life’s diverse grandeur. Leave me… to gaze at the ball of fire which sets innocent faces of the clouds aflame each morning. Leave me… to embrace the steel blue eyelid of

I Wish You Were Here

I Wish You Were Here short poem

Missing you is the happiest feel when you miss me the same I do, Dreams!!! No you aren’t in my dreams, I just close my eyes,make many wishes, As you’re laying me on your shoulder, Holding me closer to your

Our Beliefs

Our Beliefs prose poem

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip

I Am Not A Poet!

I Am Not A Poet! short poem

I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust

Crossing Names

Crossing Names short poem

Unrepenting you start from a sore point to ask an explanation from an eclipse of the sun. unreviving, a corpse, the moon carries the burden of light, on its bloodied shoulder for burial in dew. Half the century we were

Dreams – Desire – Passion – Ambition

Dreams   Desire   Passion   Ambition long poem

Relax and wait for a while Wait for quite sometime Wait until the next moment in time Let the next moment in time be a thing of past Wait until that point in time Once that happens, then proceed towards

Star Of David

Star Of David long poem

Star of Zion, White and blue Shield of the lord, the old and the new. Star of David, Star of peace, Covenant of the holy Star of David, Star of light, Shining bright and The promise of eternity… Star of

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

Devils Delight

Devils Delight long poem

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

Life’s Little Mirror You

Lifes Little Mirror You prose poem

Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in

Vexation Of Dream

Vexation Of Dream short poem

She lived in a cottoned house, Where everything smelled like rose, Her ribbons flew in the rosy air, She danced on the tip of leaves. Sun shone upon her like gleaming gold, Beams filled her sapphire eyes, Her heart was

The Dark Glen

The Dark Glen long poem

Take special care with you as you travel through the DARK GLEN tonight, ride your dark stallion fast and don’t stop for nothing for there is evil there that would love to possess your life and they are all around,

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

A Different Wind

A Different Wind short poem

I went there again the place that I never left where my intrinsic self was born with distinct air I move . Pensive thoughts are bygones replaced by crystal pondering apathy for circumstance went missing a contorted and merry soul

Buffalo Soldier

Buffalo Soldier long poem

If you know your history Then you will know where I’m coming from Jam to Jah Rhasta enlighten man Out in the bush where fish is biting Yet we are hiding for self discovery All of life is one big

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Why

Why short poem

I listen and I hear them question “Why Me??” I overhear the way they think things should be, These are emotions I just do not feel, My feelings on this I know are so real. It’s a phrase I have

We Were There

We Were There short poem

We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew The cries were so awful Like the sting of a bee it was painful Yet they called for a

Loving A Street

Loving A Street short poem

A lead goes nowhere, a ladder, a snake, bloody steps; a city mourns, while blackened walls of a house search its owner. Shadows of grainy straws move under the eyes. Scent of nails bites bronze silence. Sips of cold statements

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Fabled Mother

Fabled Mother short poem

her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion