Armchair Poems

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

The Way Of The Armchair

The Way Of The Armchair short poem

Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into

Travel By Armchair

Travel By Armchair ode

Forever amazed of what is happening in the world today Glaring eyes at sights, ears pricking to what people say Many events enlighten us, interesting plethora of choices Variety of feelings comes within, focused on telling voices Becoming more learned

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For Rain I Shall Applaud

For Rain I Shall Applaud ode

O Every Single Tear, Adventurous and wild! Lyrical to my ear, You bring out in me the child Who wishes she could hear Your voice in every day, So she could make some room, For you, as guest to stay!

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge short poem

It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair

Recall

Recall short poem

The men were pulled out from homes, died on road, burned to bones and ashes. At the behest of tall, unforgiving state. Compulsion of armchair and mansion distorts, the regrets of centuries. The stones, blameless flowers, spurting blood do not

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden short poem

I won’t forget the times when I made roundish letters in blue-black ink as if I were crushing blackberries perfumed and wild and in the eyes of that man by chance it was always the same Toulouse-Lautrec painting with my

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

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I Do Not Die

I Do Not Die short poem

Manipulating grief, dirty hands – open the lid, release images. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non

Echoing Emotions.

Echoing Emotions. short poem

The ocean of emotions, Are like the waves, Kissing the shore, With the tides returning, To bring back the feelings, Long lost and forgotten. Rolling like the waves, And dancing in sheer bliss, As they overlap the other, Rippling in

In Passing…

In Passing... short poem

How deep the abyss, for hopes to be interred.. How scathing the rapier, for dreams to be shred.. How dense the darkness, for fate to be endured.. How shallow the words, for faith to be doused.. How fleeting the moment,

John Lennon Is Still Near

John Lennon Is Still Near ode

Where are you John? They ask they say John is still near, he is on my way Along the road and every while Up in the sky I see his smile In the empty space his sound vibrates I feel

Out Of God’s Eyes

Out Of Gods Eyes sonnet poems

Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the

One Step Less

One Step Less short poem

Was a little hesitance on my part or may be it was just some lethargy after that long duel Every bone inside of me , was screaming savagely Make no mistake about it I didn’t quit They’re questioning me now

Unsolicited Advice

Unsolicited Advice short poem

Going through life In a catatonic haze With grim determination avoiding every one’s gaze With a hard shell around you or is it an iron wall? Surrounded by people but no one to call Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Expecting the worse

The Blanket

The Blanket short poem

It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart short poem

The heart that pains is the one that bleeds Its wounds last for a lifetime to be The more it tries to hide its scars It aches more than the pain before Sealing its doors without an entrance The heart

Our Best Friend

Our Best Friend prose poem

The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something

My Forgotten Love!

My Forgotten Love! prose poem

my forgotten love! I am perpetually in love with this pain, for, it is a fond remembrance of our long forgotten past… enshrined in my love, those memories blossomed to many a beautiful spring! though, now, it might seem, to

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes

Persistence

Persistence short poem

It never seems the right time. Watching night pursue the day. That one light spread across a blanket. That one rebellious soul that sees all but never says a word. You shy away, but still I chase. Wandering about until

Lifetime Best Friend

Lifetime Best Friend short poem

Deep ocean making a smooth calm sound It can only be God Dark skies with a trim of white clouds It can only be God’s power Birds making chirping sounds at night It can only be God’s creation Sitting next

Monsoon Longings

Monsoon Longings short poem

The rain patters in monsoon night Its monotone no lullaby It’s not the moist air that chokes It’s not the bug that lurks In languor I long for you Darkness states your absence And the rain mourns it I seek

Calendar

Calendar short poem

Writing on my sleeves, I visualize an invisible coupling of grassroots with starless sky, when I walk on the wailing earth. Hails big as sparrow eggs smash the bougainvillea blossoms. The wrestling clouds begin a storm. Witchcraft of the moon

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Sensible

Sensible short poem

Queues of the rising, Directions without compromising, In the heat of summer, Or autumn winds, Lift your face, And wear a proud chin. Where to move and how, Carefully seeded with or without, Sensible gains and losses, Or in the

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

New Ground

New Ground short poem

Time is a fish bone in your throat you think it’s clear until you swallow your foot was coming along nicely then you stepped wrong not like when you were twenty you’d ignore it and shake off the pain time

Drift Wood

Drift Wood short poem

This politics of poverty erupts again, entrapped in arcane script. A code of words will find the fault lines. Coerced to wait in a black book, you start forgetting the rules of game. It hits you when you were writing

Loss Of A Life

Loss Of A Life short poem

Stone pelted blood and gore My innocent eyes now all sore Grief stricken my hands all tied My nimble limbs wounded one side I look around to see pain and fear Who knows what brought me here I try and

The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come

Drifting

Drifting short poem

Do you ever feel like your drifting alone in an empty place not really moving towards any goal or any place. It pulls on your soul and is always on your mind it prevents you from moving forward and slowly

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass)

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass) short poem

Where were you When your future became the present? Where are you now? How do you feel? Where will you go When your present ticks into the future? Where will you go When your present tocks into your past? And

Singularities – Part 2

Singularities   Part 2 short poem

Near is very far space, time, continuum, still there’s a vastness that appals chemotherapy, white walls scurrying through the corridors of the christie this monday morning early meeting Emile, yes, named after Jean Jacques’ eponymous hero, married at the weekend,

A Cup Of Coffee

A Cup Of Coffee short poem

The aroma of cappuccino, Tantalizes my soul, Reverberates through a memory, And resonates in my mind. A cup of coffee brews, Freshens up the mind, igniting a spark, To fall in love with it. A kiss of the cup, It

Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful short poem

I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led

Days

Days short poem

There are no profound thoughts Lurking in wait Biding a moment Of introspection Analysis and conclusion Life’s pages are lived On a daily wage Of bearable work Endurable enjoyment Surmountable aftertaste Of egoistic flights Contained for the day By compliance

Hero Of War

Hero Of War long poem

I was brought into this world by the miracle of birth, Just another living thing on the planet we call earth. But as time has gone beside, I was taught that I am more, I’ve been told that I am

Virtue

Virtue short poem

Simple light I assume, I needed nothing more, nothing less: as I felt tired under the battered shade of a tamarind tree. Sour sweet pulp, sticky and acidic life had held me by throat; and I sang like a blue

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our