Abandonment Poems

Abandonment poems bring the best collection of short and long abandonment poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great abandonment rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these abandonment poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on abandonment are here for you.

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

She woke up, the little girl. Crying in bed “I want my daddy” Trembling she said Daddy’s gone long He won’t be back soon You can sleep with mommy Inside her room The girl refused Still crying for her dad

Heavy Feet

Heavy Feet short poem

Heavy feet Slowly walk Are you there to see their feeble knock They’ve lost their tappings They are cold They are stepping towards a lost hold They have weight of pain and remorse in piles The pain of hunger and

Poems containing references to : Abandonment

Gaze

Gaze short poem

The morning sun lay bare its annoyance, Somewhere behind the ponderous smearing of clouds, While I took refuge under a thatched abandonment, To the surprise of some relieved onlooking crowd. When light couldn’t befit to restore contrast Between dawn and

Little Things In Life.

Little Things In Life. short poem

Happiness lies in : Finding joy in little things, Every little blessing, Significance of the insignificant, Enjoying every moment of life. Graceful aging with beauty, Gazes growing with love, Waking up to a new dawn, Admiring the tiniest things. Moments

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Revolution

Revolution prose poem

Falling from the sky our memories of pain, the time you cried and fought for freedom, independence from me, the one who raised you cared and loved you, you meant so much, now I understand my past mistakes, standing here,

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.

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

Little Lady

Little Lady long poem

Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Allow Me To Introduce Myself prose poem

I am rage mixed with fire. I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake. I am hurt and abandonment. I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up. I am skinned knees and

Nepalese In Chinatown

Nepalese In Chinatown short poem

Tables laden with stones and gems, Adornment for a lady and her hems. Cat’s eyes in necklaces, sapphires and rubies, Shimmering in oriental colors- Such beauties! Strange and mystical dark objects, Matched by inscrutable, smiling Nepalis. Eager to please and

Taboo

Taboo prose poem

Total abandonment of better understanding, unspoken fear and wild eyed in disbelief, shadows in the cemetery, a lovers grief like the image in a broken mirror like a black cat crossing your path, blood stained tears falling on a single

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Polliver Plum

Polliver Plum short poem

Polliver Plum picked up bubble gum And with it he wove a spell Creating a dome each child could call home Inside where the world was well He travelled the land with singers and band Attracting both girls and boys

Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation short poem

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

Only Death.

Only Death. short poem

Dig a hole and shout As death and destruction wage an exemplary war. Soft stranded hair Wailing waves Lead floating bodies astray. Who would cry for you my child? Who remembers the name with the guttural abyss? Who would cry

Friends Forever!

Friends Forever! prose poem

Long years and a long gap of having not met our friend, Speculation and excitement ran high in us, and, when we met…. Warmth of Friendship and Love spreads around us! Time almost as if has stopped, When we laughed

The Plain Truth

The Plain Truth long poem

Justice has been slain in the market place Corruption the order of the day How can I be happy? Who is gonna save us Many for the few Few for the many Justice for the rich Injustice for the poor

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment.

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment. long poem

‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that

Idolatory

Idolatory short poem

I say to myself, why did not you learn the ways of life? The chariot blew up in your face. Blueberry, blueberry – they bloom in dark. How difficult it was to stay normal human being and speak your lines

The Words

The Words long poem

The words that come out of my mouth Can see nothing and just go south Far from the world I fight to save the truth Going to find the life That once escaped from me I find it hard to

Now

Now short poem

He, making his own cast. You knew it. Unique mystique of transparency. You could not touch him. Walking ahead of the sun, long shadow, sweating it out, pungent odor. Innocence hung from desiccated tongue, he preserved original speech before falling

Almost

Almost short poem

Gone beyond extendable territories, Raging past the fierce wilderness, Words were never spoken, The time was never mentioned. People almost do things: He almost reached, She almost left, They almost gave in, We almost failed. Almost will not suffice, It

Forward In The 60’s

Forward In The 60s prose poem

In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel Robbery from the poor was legal, via dirt cheap labor In all practicality, one could say that we were going backwards In the North, city life was fearful and dangerous I was

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch, The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a life. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

Encounters

Encounters short poem

Most people we meet will be friends and not foes (Though truthfully, some people get up our nose!) Those moments together can bless us or blight us But thankfully most of our meetings unite us At times we wear prickles,

Move On…

Move On... short poem

Move on… He said…To where? Asked she That was no pause neither an eternity. When the leaves shone on the path, I was all smiles and lively. Crusty and sleepy eyed, Dreamful of reality. When did sun rise to be

Dark Passages

Dark Passages long poem

Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity

You are always with me -the true essence of LOVE !

You are always with me  the true essence of LOVE ! short poem

“Its wrong to say that You are not with me, You come in different canvas Much closer than what you were earlier with me ! The murmur sound of leaves in this night Has a touch of yours, The shining

Wail of Humanity

Wail of Humanity short poem

Life was never so full Full of enthusiasm And sadness at the same time Enthusiasm for what is un-conquered The virgin territory waiting for me All the heights I have to rise to And saddened I am When I see

Grief

Grief long poem

All the talk, murmurs rushing from room to room anxious dogs unable to please, dark clothes, suppressed expressions, napkins and finger foods piling up, glasses clinking in the kitchen sink with no one around just the weight of all those

Red And White

Red And White short poem

blemish of the needle in eye spreads: do you still see the moon in the hills, outstripping the aura of midnight? resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for a finger on the lips in dark, to read the symptoms, feeling floral

Dismas

Dismas short poem

My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled

Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

I have createdA rainbowJust for youFor in my dreamsI see youWhen I’m awakeI imagine youAll becauseOf your exquisiteQualitiesThat is so beautifulAnd lovelyThat helps me throughIn my lonelyExistence here inThis country… 

Your Choice

Your Choice short poem

It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,

Another sunset awaits you

Another sunset awaits you short poem

What you seek, doesn’t exist why then the quest? Go back and lie down now, stop searching the horizon like a man possessed. Why let the ghosts haunt; they are but ghosts, Why feel sad and hurt, it was written

Introspective

Introspective short poem

the pulsating ache of flogging after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal for the drooping roses under the black wings of shame when in our translucency we were generously distributing arms to legless

My Friend, The Wind

My Friend, The Wind short poem

I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass My face caressed by the gentle breeze My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed? In times of sadness, it sighs consolingly in my ears Even

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

Hopeless Mortal

Hopeless Mortal short poem

Carry on oh hopeless mortal try to live with hope of love connive yourself into belief collude yourself into yielding trust me not, your old ally trust the venomous heart you have fall flat on your face get up and

Our Story Told

Our Story Told short poem

When did we become this? When did it change? When did “I love you” Start feeling so strange? When did “I’m sorry” Just turn into words? When did the feelings Just turn into hurt? How did this happen? I ask