Banal Poems

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

Ode To Angels

Ode To Angels short poem

The rain makes puddles on the pavements Children splash their boots in them, it’s not a crime People have ideas and make their statements No one really cares, it’s just a ripple in time I think throwing a stone into

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Another Dimension

Another Dimension short poem

Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I languish between talks all banal but hearty I hold my head down for all of it to pass To hit those looking to do some more of it This time with a smile, and come again at me I

Praying Hurriedly

Praying Hurriedly short poem

You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?

Stardust

Stardust long poem

After the pain, some wrath, and more tears Woke up from the trance, which seemed like years The volatile love vaporized to steam Was pinched by reality, out of the pipe dream My heart’d stopped beating and broken apart Residing

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Freedom From Phantoms

Freedom From Phantoms short poem

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

Beyond

Beyond elegy

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

A Match Made In Heaven

A Match Made In Heaven prose poem

Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had a cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day Together made many promises to keep And vowed

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

Let Peace Prevail

Let Peace Prevail short poem

Let peace prevail and human love not fail, to make this earth a heaven by killing every demon, that we may have inside us and let love drive us to a place full of serenity truthfulness and honesty.

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

Like a testudine wanderer or a gastropod tramp, the weight on my shoulders shrinks my home. Holes and scars of a limited life; duct tape and pants on display. For in such a tiny home, lives such a tiny voice

Give Me

Give Me short poem

They were burned alive. Most cherished to me, betraying the functionality of a system, interstitial asphyxiation took place. In the garb of a garlanded saint a gun booms. The death is rolled from tongue to tongue, flying limbs get strung

Transformation

Transformation short poem

I’ve hit puberty Now boys look at me I’ve finally stopped growing But my stretch marks are showing Makeup sprawled all over my face My body stops me from running a fast pace Now here I stand wanting more As

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

Humility

Humility short poem

Sciences has opened our eyes on many fronts. We have learned much, but there is infinite knowledge to go. The Universe is larger than humans can possibly know. Our Universe as large as it is, is dwarfed in the Multiverse.

Back Packs And Combinations

Back Packs And Combinations short poem

Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other’s identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn’t necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to

Speramus Meliora

Speramus Meliora sonnet poems

Hope is a flower growing in the heart A tender thing that has its roots in stone Hope asks for nothing for its growth to start Except, perhaps, just to be left alone. That bud of hope does no one

Now I Am Loved

Now I Am Loved prose poem

Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What

Green Vision

Green Vision short poem

In a starry night an adolescent thought starts a rivalry. A baby moon squirms. No hour was safe from terror in dark. I climb the stairs breathlessly. The great divide deepens in hearts. Incisors bite the tongue, grey cells bleed

Diana

Diana short poem

I didn’t really notice her, to start with, A girl with too shaped hair and clothes beyond her years It wasn’t right, clearly not right Medieval in some respects An heir and a spare her task But a fairy-tale danced

Regrets

Regrets short poem

How to come to terms with events bygone? How to come to terms with things left undone? How can I cope with all those regrets? All those unfinished tasks, all those words left unsaid! All those dreams, abandoned midway. When

Little Minds

Little Minds short poem

Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,

Black History Month (2016)

Black History Month (2016) prose poem

The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later

Smells Murder

Smells Murder short poem

a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what

Moment

Moment short poem

To go beyond global suffering, find death in blue glacier of frozen physical. Greed of elements, and attached commentary on the burning, anonymously, when you were in dock. The unfolding of the negation starts softly down the blissful oblivion. False

The Shuttling Heart!!!

The Shuttling Heart!!! short poem

The Moment you walk in with the shuttle racket; My deserted street welcomes with a bouquet!!! Along with the cork, you bring liveliness too here; As you settle to serve, the winds obey your move!! I see you there… Busy

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock prose poem

She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat So steady and strong, like soul mate they were

Serene Attire

Serene Attire prose poem

Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall

Who Will See The Coming Of Rainfall short poem

In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;

Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

It’s time to say goodbye But I can’t I don’t want to say it It’s too hard It’s time to say goodbye How can I? Goodbye to our time? Goodbye to our memories? It’s time to say goodbye Goodbye to

Savings

Savings short poem

After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth the sheen comes off the subway and a hanging moon starts rotating a lonely earth. I was afraid of rumors, they were snowballing. The particles were dismayed at medieval thinking so

Love Sonnet 218

Love Sonnet 218 sonnet poems

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

Confessions Of A Closet Poet

Confessions Of A Closet Poet short poem

I didn’t much want to admit it, I was fine gathering dust on the shelf, But the day that I posted My first poem online, I messed up and I “outed” myself. I’m not what you’d call a great thinker,

Dream Girl

Dream Girl short poem

She takes both happiness and sorrow in her stride and she remains silent without a murmur so far nobody knows what is in store for her in life One who is close now would have been stranger once Tears of

Who Do You See?

Who Do You See? short poem

I am talking to you. Yes you over there Looking at me with a glare Watching me, your eyes on my every move So close you seem, yet so far you feel Trying to figure me out Did I meet

Every Day

Every Day prose poem

Every day that goes by I remember when you used to love me and the tears fall like rain from my eyes because no one could ever take your place. Every day I die just a little bit more inside.

Diving

Diving short poem

Forest was partisan lilies blushing, moon was parting the milky way, on the terrace the absurd man, and the spaces missing, the house locked in, are left wrecked manuscripts of attempts to save the translations of life’s books Give me

Sanmati Jain – A Source, Part – Vi

Sanmati Jain – A Source, Part   Vi short poem

Sanmati, my guide, though is callow Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo. Negotiates well joy broad or narrow; Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow – Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello. Time and again