Aspiration Poems

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

Sunday

Sunday short poem

Just not my day. When everyone else is making hay I sit at home and lay between threads with not much to say. I weave and weave colourful stories but stories they stay while I keep waiting for things to

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

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For Nanya – my soulmate

For Nanya   my soulmate short poem

When you entered, dear one this world unknown, did I tell you then that it would be fun, that the walk would be easy or success breezy. Dear child, did I hold out to you promises untrue or were there

When The Night Falls

When The Night Falls short poem

When the Night Falls: Into their nests and roosts, the birds of heaven return; yes, into their pens- the domestic animals of the land return. Into their holes, crevices, and caves, the lowly and mighty in the wild return; but

Blood Moon

Blood Moon short poem

Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood! But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much

Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose, has set my desire for her to the skies But I am unable to make out whether she is in Love with me She walked past me like a cool breeze

God We Blame You

God We Blame You prose poem

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we

General Assembly Type Sacred Space

General Assembly Type Sacred Space long poem

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

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Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

It burns. It stings. It makes my heart yearn. And how those birds sing. I long to be free. I need release. Why won’t the demons listen to my plea? I will never experience the kiss of peace. I’ve seen

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller short poem

Again, he embarks on this journey, A journey without destination With a slight change; This time, it is alone A sojourn solitary traveller Traversing through the trivialities of life Filled with passion Searching for a quest, A bit of compassion,

Self-awareness

Self awareness short poem

Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.

Nightmare

Nightmare short poem

sometime I watch the fear held aloft by you, possessed, you try to protect yourself from you in vain, very thirsty, white hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust their need for clouds in blue eyes, pale fountain gives up tumult

Shelling Uncounted

Shelling Uncounted short poem

A blue moon was crabbing at night in the sea of stars. Yuu could hear the outcry of herons suddenly. It was mayhem. Heads will now roll for defiant attitude. The creepers were trapped in the impatient blind-catchers.Unforgettable waiting for

Vessels

Vessels prose poem

We are but vessels of the creator, within, the culmination. The culmination of the creators experiment. How we look, what color, what sex, what nationality, irrelevant. What we produce is what matters, what we bring to the table. Has the

People or Teeth

People or Teeth short poem

The day I lost my very first tooth, I was half way through grade four, I’d run my tongue along the gap, Where my tooth had been before. I remember I went home crying, And showed it to my mum,

A Special Day

A Special Day short poem

Today is a special day, it is not my birthday, nor any so-called day! Today is a special day, where loves blossoms steadily, where Cupid lead me to a beautiful lady! Today is a special day, when love flies not

On My Way

On My Way short poem

          On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above While

Two Blessings

Two Blessings short poem

The patter of feet The scatter of toys The laughter at playtime My precious boys Two tiny bundles An expression of love Two tiny blessings Granted by above Two matching trikes Side by side Counting the numbers As they hide

Sail It Your Ship

Sail It Your Ship short poem

Energy falls down It fills the town It becomes matter One kind and another Some of us are aware Others don’t care We are flesh and bones We are matter like stones Some of us are kings And queens wearing

Stolen Words

Stolen Words short poem

There are always friends around to share There’s a huge close knit family too They all cheer my dreams The shattered broken ones The made up glittering ones But I’ve had been cheating them Hiding a few deep in my

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

Realize

Realize ode

Like seasons, friendship too changes, As it varies from different ranges. All of a sudden it is bleak, As if it has lost its magic streak. With the passage of time, And this drift at its prime; Has indeed led

Crazy Freedom

Crazy Freedom short poem

I am a tenacious spirit with wild hair I look crazy at times which is why you all stare I don’t care, stare if you want I don’t mind your teases and taunts I am unique and embrace who I

Rise Of The Monarchs

Rise Of The Monarchs short poem

As nights grow long a faint chill creeps in. Autumn royalty ascends like whispered wishes on the wind. Floating free on velvet wings in shades of black and tangerine, this regal host, a true wonder to behold. Ruling mild October

A Secret Self

A Secret Self short poem

Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

You, My Angel!

You, My Angel! short poem

“Don’t whisper something in my ear, So sweet your voice be, that I’ll collapse, Together we be, just you and I, till eternity, No worry, no care about the time lapse. Don’t you appear in the bowl of my eye,

Thoughts At 4am

Thoughts At 4am prose poem

I know you’re sad I’m no longer her, and I wasn’t anymore for a long time. So when you found her again in someone else, it must’ve taken you off guard. You missed her, you needed her, so when you

Pendulum Of Life

Pendulum Of Life short poem

Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of

The Ballad Of The Naughty Glowworm

The Ballad Of The Naughty Glowworm ballad

There once was a glowworm Who’s tail would glow quite bright You could always see him dancing On a warm summer night When he wasn’t dancing And needed to rest He’d turn off his taillight With a switch under his

Meandering Mind

Meandering Mind short poem

A bud, A flower you are a closed bud come bloom into a flower and spread the fragrance of love into this scentless garden of my life!! Infinite from infinity “i” came kaleidoscoping through the horizons of a womb of

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Man Of Millennium

Man Of Millennium short poem

Non-violence, he didn’t discover Rather, he only got it recover He practiced what he preached He preached what he practiced He experimented himself, to awake He learnt from his own mistake His autobiography was an experiment with truth That remains

Third Hand

Third Hand prose poem

I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts

It’s Not Blood That Matters

Its Not Blood That Matters sonnet poems

You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know. A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all. Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world. And that’s how our friendship started without lies,

Proffer A Prayer

Proffer A Prayer long poem

Holy Aggie a morning near you was an age of enlightenment You exist ever in a sleepless dawn of scrubland fallow patches, rusting equipage, savaged stand of pecan a semicircle of bidders, smoke heavy in the hollows Fourteen and a

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

Five Minutes

Five Minutes short poem

It’s been so long, from night till dawn Want to see your face, where my heart belongs Those eyes that make me smile and keep me strong I want to kiss those lips, all day long You haven’t called to

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

Mirror

Mirror short poem

All I need is a mirror a mirror in which you are there There as always to talk to me no matter what may be for you’re the wind that keeps me cool or maybe I am just a fool