Alienation poems bring the best collection of short and long alienation poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great alienation rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these alienation poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on alienation are here for you.
Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,
Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home The hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with the
Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home Where the hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the
When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open the gates of tears
Your eyes are like snake so charming and so warming Your gait is like a deer which give impression of beer Your all other body gestures are so daring and alarming I have taken you in being wonderfully near and
People here and people there, Are living their lives full of fear. “Past was bad. Future will be worse.” That’s what I hear people saying. Thinking about their past, I see them sobbing. But my people, life’s happening now! Enjoy
True and sacred relations are made for each other Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop
No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling
Better I not know the truth and remain aloof of the fact, at times it is best to ignore and live just like that. Some truths are painful they cause lot of uneasiness, but ignorance seldom keeps you guarded and
Without being abandoned in the darkest room Incandescent light would be a mere shade Without trial and experiments Success would be worthless Without birth and death Life would be stagnant Without love and compassion World would be void. Without springs
Beside the river stood a Gulmohar tree, With buds and flowers bloomed thee, Beautiful flowers of colour red, Filled my mind in morning bed. My open window viewed as many, All the creatures without weary. Lovely were the flowers That
A thousand colors of heed, A thousand colors of need, A thousand words of greed, A thousand words to deed, A thousand days to waste, A thousand days to grace, A thousand reasons to wry, A thousand reasons to fly,
In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family
The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars. I sit in my little home warm being content. None of that really bothers me. I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds
There is Heaven somewhere But there is one on the Earth That is a Mother who gives birth More than taking care her child She is glued to her child Noting every movement Laughs when the child laughs Cries when
Being in love is a funny term An uncomfortable, constant squirm. Life, longing, touch and pain Everything at once, goes in vain You can’t see this, you won’t do that And all of a sudden, what are you looking at?
Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding
Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab
Well,they may be unlike but yet I continue to feel the same, Another one bites the dust while another one takes the blame, A Runner up again in the race with a moving train, Witness O Aphrodite,the deeds done in
Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out
What is marriage? giving 50% of yourself to your lover? Better yet is it giving 100%? Is it a commitment to stay committed to what yall already to commit to? Is it the thought being able to lay next to
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
My first phone call, your first hello Your first text, the first time we met; My first thoughts and your first words If only for a day, was it supposed to last? A moment’s glance that happened by chance Left
Of sweet moments we make remembrances, Such that by time the love object departs, We will be left to reminisce glances, Of times in which we have indulged our hearts; For hardly last the charm of fleeting things: The hug,
A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Was it a pink
Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays
Having weaved the journey of life with my dreams I loitered all the way baffled and unsettled The depth of happiness and agony I could not measure Bearing with the sweetest and the bitterest outcomes With tears and smiles both