Poems classified as: English Poems

The mere word has a rhythm to it. Poem is a verbal composition in which the expression of feelings and ideas are intensified with the help of diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery. Poems are classified into various sections, some of which are included in the sub-categories here. Poems are usually designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme. Hope you enjoy every poem you read at HighOnPoems.

Issueless

Issueless short poem

It was for a bridge: water issue, without a river. We were fighting for the tongues on a wordless journey. The unlucky sex was on fire after the explosion. Hands off the mouth. Life was eating death. The bells will

Silent Prayers

Silent Prayers short poem

The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry, we were thirsty. Untwining

Soaked In Blood

Soaked In Blood short poem

They had surrounded the tank; collars on the legs. You were tracking the revolution. The process melts the crosses in flowing blood. Everybody was carrying a rose. The bruises were spreading on table. King was drinking wine. Unwritten law. Death

Climbing

Climbing short poem

Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The

Disbelievingly

Disbelievingly short poem

Fraternising the needles on abbreviated lips. Handful of sand hauling uphill. Code of particles feels the entire lie. You wear mauve when I cry. Like diatoms in eyes. Erase the sun from my hairs. I am turning black. The brine

Occupation

Occupation short poem

Leaving the stains behind I am moving to a new home O mother to wear the sun. The black moon had been stalking me for years O mother for a pink romance lifting the clouds. Though, I will not come

Naming

Naming short poem

Unfolding the lust, do not ask for the olden love. The crowd has hijacked the halo of spotted survivor. A fish swims in your eyes. Trembling like a love song, while pulling the bucket out of a well of tears,

Confrontation

Confrontation short poem

It erupts and then sublimates in thirst of response from the faraway wholeness of truth. Will not be the same again this life in motion of reverse malignity. Lifting the passage from script to justify the suicidal chair of kingdom.

Monilia

Monilia short poem

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom was seeping in me I was riding on waves, moon-stuck. The nude shot of anemone, blindfolded after the criminal assault. Why they were throwing the lewed comments? A raw cave of white pain, drags the

Hungry

Hungry short poem

Be my sleep, I tell a dream. A lantern was chasing the shadows on wall. My fever? I say, past one awakening I will sleep eternally. The age licks the grief of fallen pride. I was still walking on sharp

Obsessıon

Obsessıon short poem

Would not place any price-tag on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit goes for sale. Abhor the duplicity. Want to walk straight – without the golden thong. The city goes in flames in a circle. A new

Molten Grief

Molten Grief short poem

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

Collateral

Collateral short poem

When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered moon goes into a rage. Hungry vultures start a wait for the fall of a titan, stimulating the sun to exhibit the trove of the golden

Poetry Vs Royalty

Poetry Vs Royalty ballad

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

More

More short poem

Lying under the blanket of stars, I see so much more. I see myself riding the horse past the full moon On a clear starlit night. I see the possibilities of tomorrow, Shining bright. I see myself running alive among

What Happened Here

What Happened Here short poem

Scolded by ignorance Praised by defeat Interceded with injustice Practiced in defeat Nurtured with indifference Fed by heathen bread Sleep in huddled chambers Speak in sobered stead Cleaver is the moment Divisive is the time Abrasive the decisions Reluctant is

Rendezvous

Rendezvous short poem

Wanting more of you in the bed of moon, where present and past were disrobing. The bee stings, O my god, arrange the pure darkness of milk, hanging on persona of future. The yielding was painful, its blankness. You were

Foursome

Foursome short poem

A complex ego: lips on a flame like Kama Sutra. Starless night to probe a moon going downhill. A needle in hay protects the wound of a kiss. Portrait was incomplete without pilot to fly a plane: ———————————————- A complex

The Sun Is Sinking

The Sun Is Sinking short poem

Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at

Exchange

Exchange short poem

This road will not take you to a theme. In wind, a pebble was making different strokes. Hanging stones were hiding the music of poppies. To fill in my glass of silver I place the stitches in images of naked

Tese Meets Rosemary

Tese Meets Rosemary ode

It was indeed orchestrated by providence, for two hypnotized by love on social media. It was indeed the innovation of the times that united two once unbeknownst to each other. Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance. A French kiss

A Tiny Petal

A Tiny Petal short poem

A bumblebee cheated on a tiny petal by sucking its sweet nectar Tiny petal felt hurt, and went into desperation One ominous morning tiny petal breathed its last, and journey ended Now deceptive bee could no more steal the honeydew

Pouring

Pouring short poem

Urn was carring the snow unmelted like the soul of night. It was a very strange winter like araucaria puzzle. Who was dragging the evergreens over the chaste cliff? All the incogerent roots have broken the placenta for new gods.