Accident Poems

Accident poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of accident poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on accident are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Accident

Accident short poem

Sometimes, somewhere an accident takes place No idea why you are halted at that painful place Wondering when had I entered the race? I was driving at my own pace. The journey seemed beautiful Signboards warned you being dutiful Illusioned

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Questions

Questions long poem

Walking downhill, I couldn’t control my speed. Suddenly I limped and there was blackout. I tried to open my eyes but failed. With difficulty I lifted my hand and felt my eyes wrapped. I could feel the jerks of a

Meditation

Meditation short poem

When everything has gone still, piled in close, comes the terrifying march of my heartbeat, I remember I was seven and my body fit full length in the bathtub delicious game of climbing inside porcelain dry and water frigid from

A Postcard From New Orleans

A Postcard From New Orleans short poem

An indecipherable cause brought us here may as well blame the overwhelming stink of bacon in the building lobby, that day I decided, my future didn’t contain forty years of accountancy unquiet stomach, unquiet mind Thus all ships sail, even

Poems containing references to : Accident

Inhuman Act

Inhuman Act short poem

We often don’t think of the danger ahead while on Road We take it for granted mishaps occurs only for others We never put ourselves in the position of an accident victim We rush to the spot where accident has

I Was Very Happy

I Was Very Happy prose poem

I was very happy When I was admitted to the hospital in room 101 ‘Coz, I have seen the medics telling some that there is no Need of admitting this patient, as there is no hope And It showed that

The Alchemist

The Alchemist long poem

hear my manifesto, dear heart in meditation from late morning bleeding larded beads of sweat a recluse’s hideaway a mobile home sealed against weather drum tight baking in the Florida sun cross legged on the cheap rag mat so thoroughly

Star-crossed

Star crossed short poem

They always met at that restaurant you never saw full more waitresses than customers despite the good location the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together while

Hear My Call!

Hear My Call! short poem

“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they

Can It Be Helped?

Can It Be Helped? short poem

This mistake no question, turned into the greatest gain. I fell for you so damn hard, long before I learned your name. I can’t help that I fall in love, every time you come through my door. I don’t know

You Are My Eyes!

You Are My Eyes! long poem

I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were

We are but two moons

We are but two moons short poem

At the shore of the world we meet, every day, as if by accident, as if we are characters in a play written by someone else. At the edge of the world we meet, every night, as the sea and

Accidents

Accidents short poem

My mother once told me Not to cry over spilled milk, Because accidents happen. My mother once told me Not to make a mountain Out of a molehill, Because accidents happen. My mother once told me When things go awry

Tears

Tears elegy

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

Little Miss Perfect

Little Miss Perfect long poem

Well I know you think you’re better than me With your new boob job and college degree And I bet you think you’re so cool ‘cuz You can speak another language too huh Well I got news for you most

A Big Shock In A Small Heart

A Big Shock In A Small Heart prose poem

In a small heart A big vacuum to be bared Burden and feelings of things shake it Sometimes by a cyclone The day begins in dawn And gets up in morning It exists with hopes On the way to noon

Time’s Burden

Time’s Burden short poem

I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. You enter a slot

Supernova Star Dust

Supernova Star Dust short poem

You are supernova star dust, remnants of a sun turned inside out; born anew. Elemental matter from swirling nebulae, drawn together by gravity to form a rocky mass, at exactly the right distance from another star, itself formed in precise

Evolution

Evolution short poem

I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them

Reading Elizabeth Bishop’s Poem : Sestina

Reading Elizabeth Bishops Poem : Sestina short poem

December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,

The Silent Way.

The Silent Way. long poem

I am quiet.  I am the observer amisdst the chaos,  I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans,  Where solace and peace settle,  Making the place their home.  I am quiet.  I do not need any justification to

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Definition De La Beaux

Definition De La Beaux long poem

Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

Failure

Failure short poem

I saw it as you might see an accident – you’ve saved up all your life for a trip to France not going to Paris but up in Brittany where the family came from long ago never dreaming they’d turn

Be Quiet

Be Quiet short poem

You be quiet Lest you may feel sad When a passenger is robbed When a lady is accosted When a car dashes on pavement When bike riders snatch jewels When a car is stolen When an accident takes place If

The Un Expected

The Un Expected short poem

We seldom expect the unexpected We were preparing to go to work We got agitated for small discomfort We shouted and blamed each other for nothing We felt life is ruined because of our mismatch We prayed this be the

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

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An Ode To Cancer ode

Cancer woke up, The passionate wanderer, One with nature’s beauty, From a well of silence. It whispered to me, The value of time, To an awakening of, Embracing every season. In an endless sea, Of eternal harmony, To gather my

The People Where I Live Are Just Like That…

The People Where I Live Are Just Like That... short poem

Love is a strange thing indeed Some people die because of it Some people live because of it some people starve for it The people where I live definitely do Death is also a strange thing Some people just go

In Honor Of Alan Rickman

In Honor Of Alan Rickman short poem

Remember remember remember the past, The sparkling in our eyes with a tint of gold, Our youth was forbidden to last, The sorrows of the world began to unfold, Long aching days I spent, With red rimmed eyes, Thoughts and

Who Are You?

Who Are You? prose poem

Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and

I’m Not Dead

Im Not Dead short poem

A new twilight I see each day, Through the echos of broken mirrors, The whites are all blood stained, The lights are getting dimmer The wounds are fresh and open, The glass so clear and sharpened, As they pierce through

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

That Puppy

That Puppy short poem

That puppy, puppy on the floor. seems little sleepy but devoid of any door. That puppy ears, little sad puppy eyes, little puppy with no fears, That puppy with lots of tries. That puppy, staring somewhere seeking someone in the

So Tiered

So Tiered long poem

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

The Bongo Player

The Bongo Player long poem

Dressed in my black clothes With Maryanne in her black hose We sit in the Beatnik Café Our faces grotesque Over candle glow And while Maryanne asks a question The answer to nobody knows My eyes fall upon the bongo

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother prose poem

As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she

The Day of Delight

The Day of Delight short poem

Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,

Boys Of IX C (2016)

Kabir and Shivam – best friends tied To another as a fly to honey when spied. Gems of the world – all boys my pride Are happy and make so when tried; Jaimin and Aayush with all stride Ahead to