Aspersion Poems

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

Fishing For The Truth

Fishing For The Truth ballad

The man who sits in solitude So as not to judge and condemn others, gains humility, An attribute truly favoured by God. A man who sits in a gathering to quarrel, and cast Aspersions on the righteousness & sanctity of

Poems containing references to : Aspersion

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

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Love On Sale

Love On Sale short poem

Will you come to the love shop with me and buy me some love? Sell me your jet black heart and I’ll leave you a note, You know the world can be yours if you’d just let me know, Well

Father

Father short poem

His last breath….. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white linen sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain… but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons… at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go

A Lonely Lament

A Lonely Lament short poem

The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart A chill wind blows

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin

The Ballad Of Percy The Penguin ballad

Percy the Penguin lived at the South Pole. With many good friends he would laugh and cajole. They would slip and slide and play in the snow, laughing and shouting and running to and fro. Percy was a happy lad

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

Scar Of Pink Rose

Scar Of Pink Rose short poem

The beauty and aroma of that kingly pink rose, caught my sense and forced me to pluck that natural pose. Attracted by its mystery, knowing little about its history, just looking at its pinky blush, my feelings ran deeply flush.

The Winner’s Journey

The Winners Journey short poem

The day begins with a melodious theme And ends with memorial splendor The life of a man begins with melodious ululations And ends with memorial lamentations If indeed life is an adventure A restless adventure of entirety and supreme wonders

How Do I?

How Do I? ode

I see you dressed in green So vibrant and so lovely Fresh as an unfolding spring How do I touch your heart? I see you dressed in turquoise Strutting like a peacock So stately and proud How do I break

Faces Of Life

Faces Of Life short poem

Life is tricky Some feel miserable for unknown reason While some feel upbeat for no reason Life is a dancer It makes you jump in Ecstasy and it makes you fall in agony Life is a mystery You know not

There Will Be Days

There Will Be Days prose poem

Today I met a stranger, he was nice but his thoughts were dangerous. But he seems to be nice. Let me tell you what he Said to me about the future The man says; There will be days, When our

Measure Of Time

Measure Of Time short poem

If Time is measured on those moments spent, On instances we treasured, how it went, While based on heartbeats that we often hear, When to each other we have come so near, Time seemed so fast, and gone before we

Tattoos

Tattoos short poem

You crawled under my skin Like a needle for a tetanus shot But who knew That that needle would turn into a blade Causing me to be Unstable Untrustworthy Unfriendly You changed me for the better Until you became the

Leaves Of Life

Leaves Of Life long poem

The pages of a book, the leaves of a life. Pictures of a love overcoming strife Moments in time, captured for posterity Reminders of a past filled with love and hilarity Memories are all that the pages now hold Dreams

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

A Lonely Walk To Winter Heaven

A Lonely Walk To Winter Heaven short poem

A walk on an empty road , Inhabited yet filled, A sound of husband wife quarrel, College students laugh , Romance of young couple in love, Stray dogs’ prey quest , A bird’s chirp from the nest, Playground commotion of

Oh My Little Angel

Oh My Little Angel short poem

Oh my daughter Oh my little angel Don’t know how time flies Seems only like yesterday When you were placed in my waiting arms Hugging you close, seeing the tiny bundle of joy My own flesh my own blood Didn’t

Madame Tussaud’s

Madame Tussauds short poem

“Madame Tussaud’s” Initially I was scared to enter that semi dark hall, The hall of statues- An eerie atmosphere, The smell of ancient dresses worn by statues, Oh my God–those wax sculptures, Had brainwashed my mind like a jaundiced fellow,

Better Things

Better Things short poem

There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts

That Sad Feeling

That Sad Feeling short poem

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad So sad that I might go mad I know why I had ‘Coz I had got separated from my friends But I was not glad To see my friends ignore

Fleet, Hope, Sorrow

Fleet, Hope, Sorrow short poem

Never forget that life is a fleeting thing, we seep our souls in hate, and forget that it suffocates what little time exists Cliches aren’t corny, they are tragically obvious, and tragically sad For they are lessons that are never

My Ms

My Ms short poem

I mawkishly effeminate sentiment, memories plucked from wood and field merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion microscopic minuteness of eye, misgivings of grave kinds mockery crept into your tone, molded by the austere hand of adversity moments

“An Adult Orphan’s Cry”

An Adult Orphans Cry short poem

Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave

This Soul

This Soul short poem

It helps me, In every moment I live. It helps me, In deadly sands, In burning sun, When I survive. And I know, I’m sure, I hope, it’ll help me, Throughout my life. B’cause it’s my nice friend. I think,

Recovery [part3]

Recovery [part3] prose poem

I touched you tonight For the first time In so long. I touched you so lightly in my mind Then you were gone. For hours I stared at you. Those old feelings Overwhelming again. My eyes consumed you, And started

Know What You Don’t Know

Know What You Dont Know short poem

Believe not in yourself when your mind is not stable You Pardon yourself when mistake is done unknowingly You blame yourself when knowingly you committed mistake You praise yourself when you have helped somebody in need You feel yourself proud

Away From The Heart

Away From The Heart ballad

With him being away from my eye- I spend hours thinking what to say! But he’s contented with watching me; guarding me -like a child at play! He let me play with fire all the way; until I burnt my

Let Passion Consume You

Let Passion Consume You short poem

Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.

Sea Side Sights

Sea Side Sights short poem

At the sea side sea gulls glide and call for food They steal some old chips from a discarded plate Then gobble them up. To them it must taste good. I say to myself I hope it’s not too late

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

Messi!!

Messi!! short poem

The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His

Just Beauty

Just Beauty short poem

Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss

The Bold ‘me’

The Bold me short poem

Seek illumination from the burning sunrays, Enliven yourself at every phase. Be the one the world comprehends, And keenly dires to blend. Be the guide- create the ride, Trust your flow and set your sails to grow. No looking back,

The Boatman

The Boatman short poem

Midstream, in the stillness, a boatman rests on his oars. a lone bird in flight defines the sky. dark visions of rain dance into his sights. he heeds to a call from some distant star and pulls to shore. in

A Chat With Nature

A Chat With Nature short poem

I placed my feet upon the sands of time I took the walk through the rainbows beneath the sunshine I layed siege in the garden of roses with a strong vine I painted a future with the sweet berries from

Hollow Halls

Hollow Halls long poem

She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace

Stay Even When I’m Broken Or Go For Good

Stay Even When Im Broken Or Go For Good long poem

So what does it take? Me succeeding for you to care Is success a reason to stay Or is the lack of it an excuse to abandon me I thought we were family Yes by blood but it’s more than

New Orleans

New Orleans short poem

Well I’m a heading back to NEW ORLEANS Tonight, gotta get out of this one horse town And back to Bourbon street where the night Life is hot to trot in the big city lights and the Music keeps you

Her Looks

Her Looks short poem

Jinxed out was the sex panel on the honour’s integrity. Deep water a fish was found dead. The destination of your rival was feminism. I was talking of the moon without gender. Your fingers were probing the dancing words, in