Avatar Poems

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

Time/illusion

Time/illusion prose poem

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there?

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Incessant

Incessant short poem

There is a clock that ticks At never closer than Eighteen minutes to six Of course I would never use a rhyme In a poem about time But there is this tick Just gone twenty to six Which ticks It

A Small Chance

A Small Chance short poem

Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white

Evaluation

Evaluation short poem

As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed

Holding On

Holding On short poem

Bounty of landfall. I am collecting your berries. The castle has connived with the moat to end an era. The first step ends the journey. An avatar has accepted the bribe. Gather the tents and return the sky. My morale

Eyes Are Better Than Heart – Bream Zaza

Eyes Are Better Than Heart   Bream Zaza short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

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Incompleteness

Incompleteness short poem

I am afraid of my incompleteness! The part of me, which is still human, Is afraid of the dark loneliness. Is afraid of the lofty dilemmas Of life, love and death. Relationships, lust and their worth. I am the Hamlet

Innocent Souls

Innocent Souls short poem

Tears has been shed some innocent lives has been groaning inside. Some being the part of the miracle got a new life after walking out from the hell. Begging for lives begging to get rescued their hands are hunting for

Arranged Marriage

Arranged Marriage long poem

I was on a lookout for a dame, to be as bright as sunshine, for tying a knot and to enjoy the life to the brim Alliance for the marriage came in plenty Her first appearance made me so happy

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep?

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep? short poem

We have many levels of beautiful Some are clear and visible, We may touch an adorableness, Skins depth though questionable of beauty. Imagine all the colours see the silhouette, Lustrous smooth and adorable, Blush fullness of the lips, Yet still

Hibernation

Hibernation short poem

It’s winter now. A sea of flaking whites with Few Mahonias and Jacquelines blooming bright Just the way you’d loved them. Of flowers, now I’d rather you be a wreath on my bosom Than a lonely rose on the lapel.

Too Incredible

Too Incredible short poem

It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded

Tenuous Sinew

Tenuous Sinew short poem

The shadow crawls across the room and slips behind the door I sit and light a fire in the middle of the floor The fire burns brightly but I want more Smoke fills the room and an apparition of golden

New Year

New Year english poems

Christmas is here New Year must be near… Happy New Year!

A Stray Notion

A Stray Notion short poem

Apathetic forever responses just try being bit concerned Readjust to a sense of giving for volumes to be returned Get rid of limiting blinkers to view all what surrounds Delights ripened for picking where bliss always abounds In vain quest

A Big Shock In A Small Heart

A Big Shock In A Small Heart prose poem

In a small heart A big vacuum to be bared Burden and feelings of things shake it Sometimes by a cyclone The day begins in dawn And gets up in morning It exists with hopes On the way to noon

The House Of The Tragic Poet

The House Of The Tragic Poet short poem

“see, the hills above Fuiggi are aflame” she says, “they melt in smoke” but no, pockets of sky descend in mist to hide in trees or lie in wells of tall grass and vine, as you walk you tread on

The Angel

The Angel short poem

Love is all that she has And giving it is her passion. So beautiful, adorable and serene Are her thoughts And just so are her actions. With courage she walks And with strength she fights, Not to hurt, not for

Lacerations

Lacerations short poem

Were you a price victim of an unknown? You step out in darkness after a family fued to walk barefoot on bonsai of miffed arguments. You do not know the barbs, the hidden hate of centuries, and yet you must

Evolution

Evolution long poem

When I was just a little girl Everybody told me I needed Jesus to save me But Jesus locked me in a cage Alone with all my hurt and rage And told me that he loved me Now my world’s

To Sleep And Never Wake Again

To Sleep And Never Wake Again short poem

You speak of my frustrations in memories aloft High as I was in the sky, so as low will be my drop In most of days I long for you, and in most I feel the weight of the pain

Clare

Clare short poem

It all began with a simple hello And, she gazed towards my direction Her bright eyes met mine, ours lit in unison All along, I never believed diamonds could describe eyes And yet, in that instant, how wrong was I

Falling Bricks

Falling Bricks short poem

From the blank book can I lift some questions for the lofty hopes when I lost myself near the home? The fear was darting inside the white sores. Keys were lost for the answers and truth fell castrated. The magic

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

In Love With Pain

In Love With Pain short poem

Pain intrigues a mystery The endurance of perseverance Tingling through every cell With a vengeance to conquer The mind and heart. Sweet is the pain That makes you feel alive Crimson red with scars Like a zipped pouch Oozing with

Indoors

Indoors short poem

Today, small things ask some uncomfortable questions. I enter the eye of a wound. Unscathed, will i obey the law of believing; the round mirror? It reflects the absolute truth? Consolations, they begin the attack in the valley of thoughts;

This Little Heart

This Little Heart long poem

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these

Paths

Paths prose poem

Look in the mirror. What do you see? Depends on the choices you’ve made. Depends on your programming. Depends on where you were born. Depends on what you were born. Look in the mirror. What part will you play? A

Pink roll comb

Pink roll comb short poem

I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment

Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

Gift Of God

Gift Of God short poem

Throughout the night, We were running here and there in the Hospital, We both were tense and anxious Because we were waiting for a new arrival The person who was inside Was someone’s daughter and someone’s wife The seconds, minutes

Good Days Bad Days

Good Days Bad Days long poem

The fat man falls into bed he likes to go to bed early with the fan on – the white noise is his ally and the moving air his adversary so he wraps his excess in windings of blue satin

Phase Transition

Phase Transition prose poem

Humanity is moving through a dangerous phase, transition. Animal instincts intact, driving things forward. The animal can take us only so far. Procreation, self preservation now impeding the way. Sex and violence, the endocrine ruling the day, our lives. Hormone

Whisps Of Lavender

Whisps Of Lavender short poem

Across an exotic field of lavender a gentle breeze drives. Honey bees happily harvesting pollen for their owner’s hives. From flower to flower a host of butterflies flit about. Making this field of lavender come alive! Honey bees and butterflies;

Integrity At Large

Integrity At Large short poem

Was that a non-devil effort to hide the language from cultural onslaughts? The anger splits the opinion about hurting goodness. An isolated insult will spur the words against the flight over the answer, before the brush with picketing fear, showing

Scars Of Life

Scars Of Life short poem

Want to shed the knowledge far from the strings and becoming myself again. Can you catch the time slipped from your hands when you were chasing the tiger? Phrases were still burning like white phosphorus on my forehead. Where do

Pale Maiden

Pale Maiden short poem

We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like

Love sonnet 222

Love sonnet 222 sonnet poems

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a

Ode To My Teachers

Ode To My Teachers ode

I had joined the school when I was in Prep My feet were still small to take a bold step But the daily morning Assemblies gave me confidence and happiness in tons, For it was well steered by the most

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy short poem

Noam Chomsky must be crazy What else can he be? He says America commits war crimes And he’s said it many times. How that can be true I haven’t a clue. How can anyone doubt That America is all about