Assumption Poems

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

What The Cops Don’t Know

What The Cops Dont Know prose poem

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Poems containing references to : Assumption

Yes A Woman

Yes A Woman short poem

Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My

National Highway 31 A

National Highway 31 A ode

Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense

An Love Agony At 10:30

An Love Agony At 10:30 short poem

At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted

Entity

Entity short poem

One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is

No Gods

No Gods prose poem

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

Live. Let Live.

Live. Let Live. short poem

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

The Amazing Me

The Amazing Me short poem

It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,

One Awe Twice Ado

One Awe Twice Ado short poem

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

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Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day short poem

A windy rainy day for you and me Everything is gray but the shades just blow my mind away The colors I can see when I am with you are just unreal to be true And it all happened on

Essential Tremor

Essential Tremor short poem

Reduced…tamed to but a whisper is thy breathe Years have whittled the sharpness of its point Be my heart’s voice muted faint..tacit Thy beat bursts all manner of restraint Roiled palpable is my ascending love of you, scents dance tenderly

Time N Relationship

Time N Relationship short poem

When Time is Rosy Relationships rise to Glory When Time is thorny Relationships dips to Agony When Time is Normal Relationship remain informal When Time is cruel Relationships acts dual When Time is Elapsing Relationship gets into act of Disappearing

Every Day, The Present

Every Day, The Present short poem

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

Here Flies Snow, An Idyll Interlude.

Here Flies Snow, An Idyll Interlude. short poem

(With a cup of coffee in my hand, looking out the large window, there could be no other thought on my mind, but to write on this beautiful vision) The dainty flurries, swiftly flooding the skies… Snowy pearls, golly what

Truth

Truth short poem

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue, that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

But I Know

But I Know short poem

What is the depth of sea? Really! I don’t know But I may feel the depth Of love of mother That she showered on me What is the height of Mount Everest? Really! I don’t know But I know the

A Realization

A Realization short poem

Where do fly my prying eyes Like a pair of rustic birds ?! Where the breeze and lily leaves Playing game of hide and seek, Where the glossy twinkle stars Wearing anklets and bangles, Where the pretty fairy queens Weaving

Beautiful Nature

Beautiful Nature long poem

The sun rises high up in the sky Come out of bed don’t be lazy don’t be shy Welcome dear morning make it a wonderful day Always be happy always be gay!! Oh the dewdrops on the leaves tiny pearls

Come through the door

Come through the door short poem

I’ve never seen you like I know that you do You’ve got to see me more and more I want to see you more than you do Come through the door I look around at what it is that you

World In My Head

World In My Head prose poem

It is idealism to think that life will always be as sweet as honey When a man always think about pretty things in this crazy world he will always fall as a victim of sadness because you will not always

A Reason To Smile

A Reason To Smile short poem

Hold that smile for a second more, For it has its reason to be there, Unlike some forgotten lore, It was not just a sheer chance That carved in that spot of joy. Let it feel the expanse of your

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring

Today I Thought I Won’t Write A Poem

Today I Thought I Wont Write A Poem short poem

Today I thought it’s a day of leisure Let me go through all my friend’s treasure Today I will not write any poem Today I will read all others creations The lovely poems, sonnets and songs Some ode, some heart

Voice Of Intuition

Voice Of Intuition short poem

Sixth sense, a magical phenomenon, a super natural phenomenon, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things short poem

I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness, It’s safe to say that

Two Little Twittering Twitters

Two Little Twittering Twitters short poem

Two little twittering twitters Two little twittering twitters hop in and hop out never stopping for a moment rest they know not, play they must chomping away on munches differ they though in tastes share they without fail funny games,

Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden short poem

I keep my silence but please don’t assume, That I don’t have much to say, I have have more than enough, I don’t let it consume, Each minute of my waking day. I see so much more than you think

This Is Me

This Is Me short poem

Her wings were tidy, a little flutter now and then, She was always so close, to finally grasp her dream, So, when that day had finally come, that woman’s wings were clipped, She needed to let go, therefore, she flew

Long Time No See

Long Time No See short poem

Alas! This distance call, To a friend with love. Though lost in time, This time I find, this friend of mine; here in my mind, the terrain of substitution the land of freedom. put in a place where love herds,

From A Dot

From A Dot short poem

One final leap from high solitude into city of dusk, takes you to presence of charred remains of a fallen god. A housewife moves in the kitchen to prepare a farewell dinner for the encounter of fatal descent. A paranormal

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Rumination

Rumination short poem

Rumination… No more… proclamation for a key salvation… with gravitational truths and hypodermic memories, measured against a polystyrene heaven… No more… inner conflicts under a solar eclipse, orbiting inside my eyes… Outside-inside Me, rippling rhythms write a new stanza of

I want to be, my love

I want to be, my love short poem

Now, for long, I have lived with eyes that have never strayed in another’s. Now, for long, I have lived with silences that have never strayed into another’s. Now, I want to be, my love. Now, for long, I have

Unspoken Words!

Unspoken Words! long poem

I once had your heart and you reforged mine A shimmering one with your artisan hands Fragile as it was, yet it felt safe in your clasp Every word I spoke, a reflection of your love Every song had a

Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet, As you walk down a busy street; That office girl across the hall, Or someone’s partner at a ball; That dearest love now in your arms, Or song diva with haughty charms, Covered

One Day

One Day short poem

One day the world won’t seem so cold. One day maybe you’ll be happy again. Hopefully it will be before you turn old and gray. One day you’ll see that you can’t judge one for all. One day you’ll notice

Threads

Threads short poem

I slowly whisper my story into the wind Let it take my story to your ear Let your world know, let it hear That I never cried in my life Even if everything was dark around me The only thing

Hand Gloves

Hand Gloves short poem

today i am not one whole, placid; blood streaked globe of full moon was hovering over me all night to freeze a ruined landscape, i was not ready for the departure, untying the knots of water, like the storm opening

Ode To Red

Ode To Red ode

I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an