Barn Poems

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

Red Barn

Red Barn prose poem

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Bright

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Poems containing references to : Barn

Woodland Wonder

Woodland Wonder short poem

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful

Till The Rooster Crows

Till The Rooster Crows short poem

Down on the farm there’s not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that’s why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on ’til you Come a knockin’ on

Sterling November

Sterling November short poem

Sterling November and I can feel the winds of change Now in the shadow of the moons’ bright light Well we may not have it all together but together we Have it all, somehow that gives me hope Wagon half

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be

Invisible Heartaches

Invisible Heartaches long poem

It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a

Orchid Orchards

Orchid Orchards long poem

Walking through the orchards and dreaming as the soft summer wind comes lifting the scent of orchids in the air… well I’m all smiles today as last night keeps repeating its self in my mind I can still hear you

End Of This Autumn

End Of This Autumn short poem

At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I am standing Under a barren tree, bleak and exposed TO weather with shedding leaves, There rests a house away from the barn, Decorated with vivid colours of rainbow And maintained by careful hearts

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This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride long poem

The day I put on the glossy red lip colour And a white dress plump as an umbrella A big sigh of relief let out my own mother Glimmered dribbling teardrops in my eyes Saw I smiles around and heard

Forgetting

Forgetting long poem

Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.

Birth Of The Senses

Birth Of The Senses short poem

I rise my eternal spirit from the profound hearts of transient men , their blind , undulating senses is my home , Built with latent happiness . Yes , they exist . not impalpable , but clear and wide ,

War

War short poem

Having love in our hearts and intelligence has been able to change things that no war has By making us see for ourselves how wars are always so dirty And end up in the unnecessary deaths of so many of

S.t.r.o.ng.

S.t.r.o.ng. long poem

Here I am, Marooned on this land. My feet sink down into shifting sand. At times it feels more like quicksand. I look around, I scan – The battle seems to be out of hand. I need backup, a helping

Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

Lust

Lust ode

Those Soft tones trembling in dark, a feather soft bruise on my supple skin, your luscious lips searching salt amidst sweat, entangled in your arms: a calmer me, tamed lust, wet dreams, I yearn for your touch more and more,

Unceasing Friendship….

Unceasing Friendship.... short poem

It wasn’t too late, it was just a fate It wasn’t a mess, it was only a chance To make someone delight, not always have to fight, But to gain the light, one always has to cope against night I

Family

Family ode

It’s an orchestra of various instruments, Mixing and remixing with eastern and western, Indian and Arabian, Persian and Spanish A real symphony, of matching with matchless, The union of hard and soft, with Strings and Skins. Music of rain, the

The Visibility Of The Invisibility

The Visibility Of The Invisibility short poem long poem

Don’t torment yourself with questions whether, why, when, where… And the reply sweet-tempered will come to you by itself. Any sense in the efforts will evaporate, spirits like. You know who the wise are: those who in peace abide. And

Have A Heart….

Have A Heart.... long poem

You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just

One Man Show

One Man Show ode

Sever The strings Heart Stuffed and stitched Black as the crow A wooden figurine In a one man puppet show The audience Seated Indian style In front of the stage Their laughter And cheers Eat away at Him Like a

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

Dew-drops

Dew drops short poem

Dew-drops, Adorn a morn, Glitter like pearls, Cling on to cobwebs, Rest on petals and grass, As if to herald the golden sun, And shine with a bright sparkle.

The Dream

The Dream prose poem

I was walking on the beach I saw her approaching me all alone I stood silent when she stared at me I was bewildered when she smiled at me I was speechless when she said “hello” to me I was dumbstruck

Overdoses

Overdoses long poem

If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know

Stoned

Stoned short poem

It was a midnight knock. A cloud laden sky had sent a message. The moon was trembling like a collateral pain in the blue. I had not slept the night, if I could bleed. A toddler had drowned head-on in

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Eyes Are Better than Heart

Eyes Are Better than Heart 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

Crystal

Crystal long poem

Knock knock knock, I opened the door Some girl named Crystal was on my front porch. I asked what she wanted, she said “may I come in? I have a surprise for you,” then flaunted her little white bag. “You

I Am Smitten With You

I Am Smitten With You prose poem

Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar long poem

With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die

Soul Mate

Soul Mate short poem

Loneliness that breaks my heart When I am alone I think of you When I think, I remember you When I remember you I feel pain When I feel pain I cry for you My heart aches for you and

Tear Drops

Tear Drops short poem

Like the rain drops Falling from the sky They roll down my cheeks Unstoppable when they find Me with myself “A dear friend I am Never leaving by your side” They claim: in sorrow and pain In joy and lame

A Flower’s Vision

A Flowers Vision short poem

Will I adorn His Divine feet in a temple or a church…. Will I be the wreath on a mortal remains… Will I be ….. blessed as a wedding garland.. ……….or will I grace the tresses of a beauty queen…

Taper

Taper short poem

Did you not hear the fireworks last night when you kissed me? could you not taste the explosion? oh where was your spark? was it me? Did my teeth not dig deep enough into your collar bones? Did my hands

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.

It Rained Heavily

It Rained Heavily short poem

It rained heavily last night, And the pillow got wet, A sleepless night, a painful night. Don’t you see! Her scars and her swollen eyes, Happiness turned into remorse, And the stream of enthusiasm changed its course. Just one moment,

How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

A Sickened Craft

A Sickened Craft short poem

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole life under the moon, to speak off the inconsistency of happiness, with a monologue of a needle in eyes for a madness of sublime verse. Canoeing in a frozen lake for a stranded rose,