And Outside, It Rains.
18/09/2024
And Outside, It Rains. A poem about distance between lovers. A poem about waiting on love that may never show up. A poem about sorrow in love.
Short Poems
Short Poems archives collection of quick reads. It is a sub-category to a broader category ‘Poetry’. It contains poems, perfect for a busy reader or those who like it crisp.
What is Short Poems about?
It houses poetry about woman who like to be bold; dreams full of fantasies; fictional world. It also includes ever celebrated topic – love. The category is an amalgamation of fictional and expressive poetry.
How to enjoy them?
Enjoy them anywhere, anytime. Share with a friend or read them during your me-time. These poems are sure to keep you engaged.
What inspires them?
Experiences and Romantics are inspirations behind these poems.
Caution: The writer is one with the reader on experiences. Some of these poems might be too relatable!
The Bliss I Find In This Agony
23/08/2024
Maybe my world, by which I mean you, fell apart for a while;Maybe I lost my reason, my joy, my love, my smile.But I still have some whiskers to pick,
Torn
23/06/2023
Time is funny because the pace seems slow until you look back and realise that so much has changed.
Silhouette
05/06/2023
Silhouette While life, in directions, lights up and beams; I stare, at the silhouette of my dreams.
When My People Find Me
12/10/2019
A poem about being yourself, not giving into people who want to change you. Instead, keep being yourself with people who love for who you are.
I am Nobody and That’s My Freedom
09/10/2019
“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?” – Charles Bukowski
Asmanjas
04/11/2018
Asmanjas is a poem about letting life take its course while observing how the less ideal situations turn out to be better than the perfect ones.
Mors Tua Vita Mea
23/10/2018
I know he’s here Hiding in the cellars of my rib cage In the spaces between my vertebrae Glued to my muscles And every ounce of my blood. Doubt. “Mors