Tamil Poems | Examples of Tamil Poetry

In the shadowed dawn of distant days, Where echoes whispered of lost ways, There stood a name, etched deep in lore, Captain Miller, amidst the roar. A soldier forged from fire and flame, Bound to cause, beyond mere name, With eyes that held grief and pride, For lands and lives, for those who died. Steel and sorrow marked his path, Through broken fields, through...

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Beneath the sun's eternal flame, A dynasty rose to eternal fame. The Cholas ruled with might and grace, Their legacy carved in time's embrace. Kaveri's waters sang their song, Of rulers just, and armies strong. Temple carved with sacred art, A culture vast, a noble heart. From Rajraja's mighty reign, To Rajendra's seas where power gained. Their ships sailed forth, the oceans bowed, To the Chola's...

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Beneath the trees, a tale of a Tamil revolutionary, As in history of tamils, the people viewed him as a legendary luminary. 'Thalaivar' the title he was given, As his reputation was on a different level, when he was living. Through fields of war, he engraved his name, In a country torn by sorrow and pain. As a sense of anger...

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In the jungle's heart, where shadows and spirits blend, A silent hunter, a forest's friend. Stripes of amber, black and gold, The tale of power, courage and bold. Its eyes burn bright, flaming hue, Reflecting the skies of cerulean blue. Its claws are like a silver, steel sword, As it rules the jungle as its legendary lord. Its roar splits heaven and hell, As...

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The sun ascends with golden rays, Blessing the earth on winter days. Fields of green now turn gold, Stories of harvest joy unfold. Oxens plough the ancient field, The seeds is what the farmers wield. The pot is placed, the milk rises, Bubbling under open skies. ''Pongalo, Pongal!'' the voices sing, Gratitude flows for all it brings. Let Kotravai bless us with golden crops, Let Mariamma...

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Beneath the palm trees, silence weeps, Where fields of sorrow hold secrets deep. Echoes linger, soft yet clear, The cries of the people that the world wouldn't hear. Tamils, the people who are proud and strong, Their voices are lost in history's song. The government let our history be in blunder, So let them suffer by a strike of thunder. In Mullivaikkal's shadowed...

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Where Carnatic's notes on temple walls reside, A melody awakens, draped in Kalanidhi's pride. T.M. Krishna, a voice that cuts through time, Weaving music's magic with a spirit so sublime. His renditions, rivers rich with history's flow, Not just in rhythm, a conscience starts to grow. He shatters gilded cages, tradition's aged decree, Embraces justice, a symphony for all to see. Like verses...

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Oh! Black Americans,  Africa is your motherland And most Africans love you Not because you are called African Americans And lost your African mother tongues And cultures. Being called Americans while speaking African dialects , suit the most. Did you hear about some people called "European Americans" in USA To trace where they came from? Oh!Black Americans,...

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Flashes to flashes, gust to gust, The sky that was once calm is no longer hushed. The clouds have darkened as rain pours down. Tornado sirens send chills through the town. Everyone rushes. Everyone hushes. Hurry, my dears, To avoid the wind's clutches. Get to the basement and cover your head. The noise of the storm brings a new kind of dread. A swirl of...

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Which is the easiest way to make two Indian states to fight? One is to throw power, language, water- Issues on their face. So you’ll have got two Dravid states Fighting eternally, O’er slight and petite things for decades Meaningless, mundane, So that your Aryan Empire in the North will have its way Of flourishing and bringing in caste and Sect-bred troops set free. Not one but...

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C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M Choices form towards our preordained trajectory Decision built bricks stack factors progressively Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty Dogmas of downtrodden...

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Stepping down from the AC coach on to the railway platform A hot wave of salty moist air drenches me On my customary visit to this city I'm tethered to by my memories.. She coyly calls herself Chennai like a new bride renamed in her husband's home At heart though she is still Madras and to the likes of me ; It's a relief to slip...

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Christmas dreams are of happy occasion, of bells and colours, Santa and presents, but floods, deluge I saw in my vision, of floating buses and drifting corpses, in panic people scattered for cover, water swirled around ready to drown them, trashing cars, collapsing city tower, afloat I saw baskets, carts, dirt and scum, I awoke in fear, I do not deny, but what it...

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Near Sainthood by Mirza Ghalib translation by Kanu V. Prajapati and Michael R. Burch On the subject of mystic philosophy, Ghalib, your words might have seemed deeply profound and we might have pronounced you a saint... if only we hadn't found you drunk as a skunk! Ghazal by Mirza Ghalib translation by Michael R. Burch Not the blossomings of song nor the adornments of music: I am the...

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Having big heart Full the demand of my love life is i am right move left to right in front of gate for a wake when I die Sound flow in a beat to tell the match universal truth is high that I have to completed my life leaving behind a question Why the mercy...

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