COOL POEMS

These are few collections of cool poems. Written by many poets about many topics.

Just If.....

If tomorrow, I should never wake up,
I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what I've done, and what I haven't done.
I could have done more, I should have done more.


If I harmed you, yelled at you, ignored you,
or didn't care . . .
I'm Sorry.

If tomorrow, I should never wake up,
I wanted to say . . .
Thank You.


If me and you were the best of friends,
Thank You . . .
for always being there.

If You and I only talked once and a while, and didn't
do the same things, and weren't the best of friends . .
Thank You for humbling me.

You are not perfect, but I am not either,
but thank you for having a part in my life.

If tomorrow, I should never wake up,
I wanted to say everything I never had time to.

 

The Sweetest Peace

Leo- Christina

I sit here silent, looking around, and listening
to the beautiful sound. The clear blue sea,
the soft white sand, wet is the water, and
dry is the land. As sun is day, the moon is night,
giving earth our beautiful light. The sky so big,
the wind so free, it makes the waves in our open sea.
Creatures below, the prey that hide, scattering around in
our outgoing tide. Keeping silent, I'm in a daze, watching
calmly the rolling waves. I travel out far in the shortest time,
and returning back, feeling just fine.

Passing Through - by Sam ( not me )
Newcastle, Australia

Light and shadow dash themselves
Up against these rocky outcrops,
Like light show projections on city moons.
The landscape moves and shifts
But not I, safe as I am
In this locomotive wildebeest.

We tear up this parchment air,
Movement in alignment with the circumspect path,
Outliving men long dead,
By whom it was envisaged.

Distant citadels become less distant,
They close in with hungry intention,
I blink and we are in their midst,
But they are dormant,
Long since conquered and now just vague blue.


Mother

Her face , old , it was dark
Glass, like the face from among
The cypress and her black eyes
Looked at me as if from afar , from a
Dream far from the realities far dead
Trying to see something that was
Never to be seen and all of a sudden
She was lost never to be seen again.

 

Presence

Your presence is
Maddening murals
Of Gozzoli Benozzo
Distracting from
Problems present .

Your presence is
Superb frescoes
Of Michelangelo
Providing healing balm
To perturbed mind.

Your presence is
Unique statues of Ajanta
Sending floodlights
Down the dark corridors
Of the mind of make Buddha.

I can't imagine

I can't imagine a day
Without your charming smile ;
Nor can I justly convey
How much I love your style .

I can't imagine a week
Without your warm embrace ;
Nor the absence of your pleasing form
And lovely , flawless face .

I can't imagine a year
Without you near to share
The times that do endear ,
Or the moments of despair .

I can't imagine a lifetime
Without you at my side ;
For if I want a love divine ,
I need you as my guide .

I can't imagine eternity
Without the love I've known.
My spirit would wander hopelessly
In agony -alone.

 

Triumph

I stretch my mind across the space ,
Which keeps us both apart.
I try to kiss your lovely face,
With all the strength within my heart.

And when , at last , I do succeed
I feel contentment deep .
I bask in the triumph of my deed ,
Then gently fall asleep.

Healing

My heart is racing as I am facing
Another day without your kiss .
My mind is tracing ;my thoughts are embracing
The memories of the one I miss .

I have the feeling that you'll be stealing
My heart from me, again , come night.
And I 'll be dealing with the need for healing
When the darkness finally turns to light.

 

Silence

Axiana

Ashen clouds wandered to and fro yet all reassuring blue remained obscure as werethe dynamic rays of the god of light his chariot charging through impenetratable mists.An anonymous soul stood on the way footsteps careful lest the tranquility is shattered so prosaic was the forest, now that he questioned its integrity only when the conspicious shadow turned away from the trees, away from the silent life from the hills, from the grass, from the flowers did they reanimate and become alive flashes of colour as the birds zigzagged from the trees to hunt colonies of equally frenzied insects who were frolicking from flower to flower gathering nectar, spreading pollen the god of light only then emerged his amity for the land shall not be hindered the wind goddess also joined him she toyed with the leaves and spoke to the branches but the person, ageless and sexless, didnt care dissmissive of life beyond his own, he knew he would be back tomorrow and all would be gone this place and its serenity would be destroyed ...nature is always sacrificed for the presence of humanity though some may realise this,
not many care.


For Nature I Long

Jaine Toth

Sweet-scented flowers,
cheerful birdsong,
chirping of crickets-
for nature I long.
Get out of the city;
the wilderness calls.
Go climb the rocks,
view waterfalls,
forests, deserts,
mountains, trees,
canyons, wildlife,
night sky, seas,
lakes, streams, riversides,
there is where peace abides.
Beauty everywhere abounds;
Savor its sights,
delight to its sounds.
Experiencing it often is my goal.
There I replenish and nourish my soul.