Allowance Poems

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

Truthful Allowance

Truthful Allowance short poem

Allow his thoughts to enter your mind, Allow his feelings to merge with yours; Allow his emotions to mingle with yours; Allow his soul to be one with you. So what he is much much younger to you, So what

Family Allowance

Family Allowance long poem

Today I smiled as a memory came through, Remembering how I got angry with you, I climbed onto the counter, 8 years old, Never one to do as I was told. I wanted something in a cupboard so high, I

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I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

Unto My Sister

Unto My Sister short poem

I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely

Parental Advisory Needed

Parental Advisory Needed long poem

Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused

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#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

The Abrupt Agony

The Abrupt Agony short poem

The sun is soaring up the sky the moon has shamed down , the crow commenced crooning with a despised voice , showing the sign of a new morn The mountains donned in a white gown continuing on the edge

Shambhook…*

Shambhook...* short poem

Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers I loved the reason. My legs were shaky when I was treading on the barbs getting ready for a leap in the unknown. Somebody said myth was a whore. It turns men into

Only Connect

Only Connect short poem

The sting of the wind On this cold spring day Reminds me of my Ancestors who rode This same wind As they trudged to work On early shift. This connection, now, is In my blood Deep in what I mean

A Kite’s Song

A Kites Song short poem

Mangled manes And battered beaks Broken wings And a life limps And is snuffed out. Glassy strings In the hands of a child, with gleeful faces That see me soar… But his hands covered With unseen blood And lingers the

Parapluie

Parapluie short poem

Her favorite French word despite She hated the devices themselves Gutless spiders, she’d say, all legs Appetites for unwary heads, lop them off. As a compromise she didn’t own any hats Just a few holdover rain bonnets A pair of

Pouring

Pouring short poem

Urn was carring the snow unmelted like the soul of night. It was a very strange winter like araucaria puzzle. Who was dragging the evergreens over the chaste cliff? All the incogerent roots have broken the placenta for new gods.

Be Warned

Be Warned short poem

Lash after Lash you strike again you come back to give yet another lash, like it’s for you, the sparkle in your eye, the glare on your face is not because of your new found love! Oh no it’s because

Cheers

Cheers long poem

Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what

Mother Of Mothers Mends

Mother Of Mothers Mends short poem

Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded

The Remainder

The Remainder short poem

His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of

From The Rail Track

From The Rail Track long poem

The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. Thankful was I that the night was over, And

Mortal Damages

Mortal Damages short poem

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

Wax and wane

Wax and wane prose poem

Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I

Non – ‘I’

Non   I short poem

I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by

Plasma Screen

Plasma Screen short poem

It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum prose poem

He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,

Mechanica Heart

Mechanica Heart short poem

Dear Journal’ The long day and nights are mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don’t move. As long as I sit still. Alone I can

Before The Bell

Before The Bell ballad

A child runs fast to catch his school bus While he is still chewing on a bread crust He throws down his heavy bag Even though he has forgotten Three books, his lunch box and his badge He scratches his

Santhara *

Santhara * short poem

When honeycomb started dripping, he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat. Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting his hands on the shoulders of rocked time

If

If ballad

If I lived in the sky, dressed in gold, looking charmingly fine and on my lips honey glowed If I owned a kingdom spanning skyline to skyline with slaves at my beck and call due to royalty in my bloodline

By The Deep Blue Sea

By The Deep Blue Sea short poem

The sea is filled with water With high and low tides When we go near it We feel that we are in paradise. The warmth of the sand touching the feet The feel of the breeze with a welcoming greet

Death And Dust

Death And Dust short poem

Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I did’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves waftes through the catacomb of

Winter Rose

Winter Rose short poem

If you were but to sate the fear of loneliness in my heart Would you let me drink the smile from your eyes? Would you stir the sleepiness in mine While I spend all the dark days Ignoring that particular

Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls short poem

Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,

Mrs Anon

Mrs Anon short poem

A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer

Falling

Falling short poem

Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.

Love

Love short poem

A little flicker on the edge A darting dog’s last day A dagger from a dancing eye A thought of buried clay Love that’s unseen may be unfelt, and may as well be blind as he who loves, as he

Giovanni

Giovanni short poem

Well and maybe This Season a dream or two may come true and peace of mind will follow… this heart of mine that’s been broken for so long may finally forget you and be as new, as good as new

Enchanting Eyes

Enchanting Eyes short poem

Just a look and they cast a spell on me those beautiful enchanting eyes; As they captivated my senses, yet emancipating my heart into the skies; Elevated much by the setting around, those dark eyes in a darker guise; And

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

Mum Not In This Life

Mum Not In This Life short poem

There’s an empty hole Left behind Heartache and sorrow are entwined In every action, thought and feeling I have A big part is missing since you have passed Sadness tainting memories with lost hope Externally showing to all I can

Myth Of Ocean Blue Eyes

Myth Of Ocean Blue Eyes long poem

Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to

What If?

What If? short poem

What if love was free What if the sky were the sea Would that be better for you or me What if there was no doubt What if we understood what life was about Would we all laugh and shout

Circling

Circling short poem

A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.