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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My Heaven

My Heaven ballad

It’s always my favourite paint The colour of sunny skies Awaking my dream, my faith The shine of your loving eyes It lit up my fading hopes It made me forget my fears Assured me that I will cope With

April

April short poem

Dried leaves flutter across retina Spring gusts pop stop move along crawl catch scurry scurry duck walk jump twirl hold lifted up and up flying returning Blur burned image receding winged body’s sudden arc up impossible to see details vibrating

Cocktail

Cocktail short poem

Beings of erotica were at the gates of heaven. Shell-shocked, the city was becoming political but people were absconding. It was global warming for obscenity. The remoteness was collapsing and moons had come in my arms. Smoking the serrated leaves

Balloon Life

Balloon Life short poem

I remember telling my mother (this was a lifetime ago) “It asked me to let it go: it had something important to do.” There was that look on her face, the deep frown of accountancy, another couple of dollars doled

Chasing The Shadow

Chasing The Shadow short poem

Drowned in unclogged arteries: thoughts. I am going to release a swarm of bees. It was your dark hour. A father sits outside your body to collect the stings. A restive finger on a blue gun invites the ghosts to

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

Eucharistic Market

Eucharistic Market short poem

Someone is going to come this way one day, I know I expect a miracle today, But, no one can come to me unless the street dogs, No man comes to me except the rain, I remember when I lost

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

Innocent Eyes?

Innocent Eyes? short poem

looking at her, I glazed into her innocent eyes never knowing the false truth hidden in ’em never could I imagine that it was her, never knew it was her. looking at her, I gazed into her innocent eyes believing

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing prose poem

Our rooftops were connected, you remember? And those rooftops had all those long strings Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember? And when summer’s first hail showers Came beating down all of a sudden, How it had to

Confused Liberation

Confused Liberation short poem

Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through

Sleepy Eyed Poem

Sleepy Eyed Poem short poem

A sleepy set of eyes As I awoke to write A little blurry as I type Through a sleepy set of eyes Blinking once blinking twice To let these eyes adjust Helping me read and think Sinking each word into

Fate

Fate long poem

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

The Beggar’s Bowl

The Beggars Bowl short poem

From dawn to dusk The great beggar used to move from door to door, He was tireless in his motion, People poured plenty of corns into his big bowl And offered their spontaneous love and affection, The journey never seemed

Beauty Dances

Beauty Dances short poem

Beauty dances on her face She is a flower from beautiful race Graceful gait from face to face No one else be able to trace If you come across in case You may not be able to face Touch Me

Ironical

Ironical short poem

Sky drank the moon when night was cool. A lone tree on roadside waits for the prowling wolf to steal the electric skin like the veins on the breast. River was flowing nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy. Still the thirst

Moment Of Creation

Moment Of Creation short poem

The only rhythm of words is the ones you fall into Like a pond in the grass I fall then swim with you It becomes everything that I am entitled to do Where silver doves fly over rainbows in such

A Shameless Show

A Shameless Show short poem

Beyond all the beauty of our planet’s glow, Exists this shameless ploy of a human show. Is it too hard for us to see? Or have we forgotten how to intellectually grow? Some pray to their gods in a vicious

Let Love In

Let Love In short poem

You close your eyes on a regular night, Your mind floats around to places known and unknown. You try to hold on to a thought, but the thought slips away, You try to hold on to a moment, but the

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

Meander

Meander short poem

Leaves blown asunder Like images from a dream. Rushing to journeys end In life’s endless stream. Undercurrents swirling Dark as a cloudy day Smooth as silk above Warmed by the morning ray. There comes a meander, a bend In life’s

Canvas

Canvas short poem

The sky, My canvas on which I paint The colors of my life Using strokes of the clouds Dipped in the palette of wind… Do i wish for the stars? Or the moon? Or is it just the plain simple

Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

Once In A Blue Moon.

Once In A Blue Moon. short poem

Once in a blue moon, Beneath the moonlight, Locked in arms of the sea, The moonbeams reflect, On the shimmering waves, Its infused blue hues. The swell of the tides, Gaze at the beaming moon, Shrouded by fluffy clouds, In

Trinity

Trinity short poem

In the name of the Father, the Son and The Holy Spirit I am born again, I am finally at peace within and now I just have to shout out Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia I have been saved by the grace

Rough for me, please

Rough for me, please short poem

I don’t trust this calm, This serene state of now Clean and fair is fake, Bitter black holds my charm. Of course we’ll choose the light. Though I love you more on darker days. Burning, shining, crazed but real Pulling

My Princess

My Princess short poem

Me, in my morning rush hour cook scrub and clean a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle screams and orders me to stop to listen to her melody ‘stop your chores, spare me your ear I thought you missed me’ my

I Miss You

I Miss You short poem

I miss you And I look for you among everyone I meet Someone’s smile reminds me of you Someone else’s laughter I hear your voice in someone I feel your scent elsewhere Everyone I meet reminds me of you And

A Love Affair To Remember

A Love Affair To Remember short poem

What an incredible adventure this love affair has been So many wondrous things that I have felt and I have seen So many special places that left such a tender mark A myriad of memories forever etched upon my heart

Daughter

Daughter prose poem

The two strangers met each other to mingle and lead rest of their life all together The two in course of time were to become three The two dreamt of a baby boy but were disappointed when they found it

True Lies

True Lies short poem

Sifting through the sands of time trying to make out truth from lies I realize that there is no telling the truth everything is a lie, everything is a truth.. The moments color the perception emotions add the hues shades

Hearing Voices.

Hearing Voices. short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But can’t explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create