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.

Conversation

Conversation short poem

There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time

Refraction

Refraction short poem

Step aside. The white flowing mane was going to become the adrenaline. Fear of silence was turning into a green wound. The dissenting life-blood has vandalized the moon. There was a provocation from the black stars. The leopard was ready

Something Knocks Out

Something Knocks Out short poem

Ceramic memories and terracotta pain; the injured crypt ultimately got opened. At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine ritual for a nameless martyr. The sword within him was not used and pubescent bomb went unexploded. You leave a

Season’s Change

Season’s Change short poem

When the debate between temple versus state was heating up, death was passing through a green field. A nervous embrace of solatium was unstable. A heap of flip-flops could not hold steady, little poems fluttering in the heart. Was it

Uncharted Self

Uncharted Self short poem

Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between

Fatigue Of Wasted Years

Fatigue Of Wasted Years short poem

The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold

Faint Writing

Faint Writing short poem

You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

Watching Myself

Watching Myself short poem

After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and

Interlocked

Interlocked short poem

Between the tremors falls the face in a glass of water. Sometimes false teeth reverberate through the pages of history; devastation sinks in. A faun rubs the landscape. Hatchlings come out when death-music stops. A miracle tends to quieten the

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

Toeless Fear

Toeless Fear short poem

The name calls the name spraying the moon with red colour. It touches a nerve, when there is standoff on the lake. A blueish eye invades an iron space between near solids of docks. The gap was widening and the

Hands Of Enemy

Hands Of Enemy short poem

With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms

Heavenly Guidance

Heavenly Guidance short poem

A quivering mud lamp under the basil was sending signals for benign inconsistencies and a covert interceptor to stop a death to himself. It was a no moon day to monopolize the open eyes and closed lips. Piercing screams were

Pain Of Elegy

Pain Of Elegy short poem

When logic and intuition stood on edge of time, sugar was dancing on the salt lake. I would not see the torn book between retreat and assault. I was reining in the new moon. In a night raid, five peacocks

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Spellbound

Spellbound short poem

Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth

Pattern

Pattern short poem

Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.

Thinning

Thinning short poem

Undating the memories in final push to cauldron, I said: let the words burn to ashes, in terminal journey, of eternal flight. You turn a blind eye to sun’s venom. Moon, the blue baby in a casket rubbing the white

Wordless Silence

Wordless Silence short poem

Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

*depression

*depression short poem

There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and

Intensity

Intensity short poem

Trapped in staircase, huddled in dark, you cannot go up. you cannot go down. The succession wars have started again. Bending the laws, molesting, disowning. The predator will get away eating the gold, the paradise. You are left with the

The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Dark Gothic Heart

Dark Gothic Heart long poem

I look to the sea viral implications take me to the surf along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure

Mania

Mania short poem

Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in

Together Forever

Together Forever long poem

When I looked into your eyes I knew you were the one Love was the essence of my mere existence Those walks in the park all alone We were both holding are own Sweet kisses and the poems would flow