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.

Unknown

Unknown short poem

Your intimidating eyes Encapsulates the skies Of thunder and hailstorm yet you are so warm.. Those hairs leaning down when no one’s around carelessly kissing your forehead As if something has been left unsaid!!! Ohh..Look at your mole On the

Her Very Soul Is Shared

Her Very Soul Is Shared long poem

At the weekend she’ll go back again to walk barefoot on ferns and then through flickering green mosaics where sunlight never burns she’ll wander wisp tossed shadowed lanes of timeless peace rimmed hours where emerald rain drops sprinkle from sky

Good Day

Good Day short poem

Hoping for more good days. Wishing that everyday was like today. Filled with joy and excitement. But containing the sorrow and sadness. Good days come and go. Containing both the joy and sorrow. Some containing more than the other. But

Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while

A Warming Kiss

A Warming Kiss short poem

I have just received a call from him, the unemployed educated youth, has come out of his house. He must be standing on a bus stop, in the busy hours of the Saturday evening. The whole world suffers from the

Selfish

Selfish short poem

Body sat at desk, Huddled over a book. Eyes fixated on the page in front of you Finger twirling through your hair. The same eyes that often wander my body, Hands that get tangled in my skin. I watch the

Rice Cereals

Rice Cereals short poem

There is magic in rice cereals. They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan, and soon become snowy cool Delphinium. Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth, a mug-full keeps you cool in summer. Roasted rice is fluffy and light,

The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so

Darkness

Darkness short poem

Surviving in a holy mess she fathomed, the storm inside her. Grateful, she was of the darkness who created a chaotic perfection inside a devilish beauty. She feared the wolves, yet, it was the one who ignited the forest fire

You’re The Reason

Youre The Reason short poem

You’re the reason I breathe Life into the light You’re the reason I whisper Your name each time I pray You’re the reason I am a fighter Fighting for what rightfully mine You’re the reason I am a passionate lover

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

You Can Do It

You Can Do It short poem

Your thoughts are your life Dream big and then strive. Your mind is your limit, Believe in yourself and reach the success summit. Disappointments’ inevitable, Don’t be afraid ‘Coz they’re gonna make you exceptional. There are obstacles in your way,

Vanishing Man

Vanishing Man short poem

hand the colour of sand tries to bury itself into the concrete as if it were sand the grey slab lumped is not going to lie though, tonight, he will lie on it under corrugated pre-creased sheets the bumps a

Resolute Stagnation

Resolute Stagnation short poem

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage