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.
As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of
In a desert all alone, where there had been life once, allured by the radiance of solitude, he trudges along, stepping on fossils, from times gone by. Waiting for a mirage to happen, to seduce his senses to insanity, so
THE UNBEARABLE. What’s so wonderful about Pandas, why do people stand and stare At what after all is only, a black and white veggie bear A mysterious thing is a Panda of which knowledge is vague and grey but we
How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand
Americans have the same teef on TV Or at least that’s how it seems to me They’ve all got even white shining incisors The sort that demands the need for visors Big flashy cars-Ferraris and rollers Open their doors to
How will I paint your smile, so mystical, I’m no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, Your voice, soothing and musical, I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; How can I save the imprints of your touch, Preserve endearing kiss-marks of
An innocent face redness in eyes wild tresses made more wild by the blowing wind a pained expression smile that is lost laughter like a brook lost somewhere for now lost she looks incapable she calls herself torn by love
From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting
Light, with an unclear vow of dragging me out of my inner demons, came, I, with a yearning eye embraced it, eliminating the notion of it, being a crooked game. The demons that swirl inside me, and the humble whisperings
Please, don’t look at me. My heart starts to beat a little faster from anxiety. Wonders speed through my mind Do I look gross? Do I look fine? Please, don’t shout my name. I go insane. I lose my words.
What is it that speaks, before lips can say, Caress and feel, before the hands can touch, Stabs without daggers, without swords can slay, And betrays a love, that has grown so much? It bares the soul, and manifests sorrow,
have hit a writers block I guess, am not finding any inspiration to write something about the world anymore, or maybe I am concentrated too much on my own world. I have to bring order to chaos somehow, bring sanity
Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare With expended all vigor and resources in despair Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong Head though persistent heart tells to move along Most of earlier envisaged is
Rose for my love, the best that heaven owns, The fairest Earth could bloom beneath the skies, As tucked upon her hair instead of crowns, Bestows well what the lack of crowns denies; That wisp of cloudiness above her head,
Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of
With midnight far behind and gleams increase, Sunrise hints of impending breaking out, The night almost finished ending its lease, As now alarmed roosters begin to shout Of dawn, while Yesterday floats downriver, And sands of Time unload from Future’s
Lying on bed, waiting for sleep to take over, and thoughts to shut away with my mind boggling and thoughts about day spent, I introspect myself. Only prominent thing I remember is her face, rest all, like flashes of memories,
A white patch on the floor Reminded me of so many things. Sleepless days and nights, Musty, powdery sweat Filled in the room. My room. The silent phone, The slept laptop, Two mute fishes in the tank, Glowed in my
Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made, I wish not to be gravely soaked therewith, Or else, I will be fool in love’s charade, That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; Is it folly to wait by Heaven’s door?
Some forgotten memories Visited me yesterday Some left me afterwards while some were meant to stay I wanted to keep some moments close to my heart as they alone could give me strength to walk in the dark some memories