Behaviour Poems

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

Autism

Autism short poem

Oh NO! Oh NO! why can’t they tell, shopping is sheer hell for me in tow, of them. I feel quite sick but pretend to be slick for as long as the gremlins in my head stay dead quiet. The

The Huntress

The Huntress short poem

You were standing alone In a crowded room And going round in my head The same old tune. Eyes of cold sapphire Holding me stark, In the dark despair Of a panther’s stare. Futile attempts To move, to turn The

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

Parapluie

Parapluie short poem

Her favorite French word despite She hated the devices themselves Gutless spiders, she’d say, all legs Appetites for unwary heads, lop them off. As a compromise she didn’t own any hats Just a few holdover rain bonnets A pair of

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

Anger

Anger short poem

The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my

Why I Don’t Drive

Why I Dont Drive long poem

If there had been a wizened gypsy I’d crossed who’d laid down a curse upon me or revealed I would die while driving a car it would make more sense, this milky inner weakness I feel when I consider getting

Articulating

Articulating prose poem

Articulating who you really are is like painting exactly what you are trying to say; a word or a colour in the wrong place and it says you are inadequate in some way. we are all inadequate in one way

Boat Capsizes

Boat Capsizes short poem

Stammering quarrel with classical fluidity, fails to measure the uncertainty. I was finding my rocks, that chunk of certainty in midstream, when you were not sailing with me. The wait, stirs high the separated pain. Boat capsizes on high sea,

The Reconciliation

The Reconciliation short poem

The effigy wouldn’t burn whoever heard of an incombustible baseborn? we dragged it through the street its clothes torn off carefully painted features smeared in puddles we still remembered who we hated but this dummy of bound bamboo and straw

Hyenas and Lions

Hyenas and Lions short poem

When I found you you were in a position of weakness you were walking with your tail between your legs you were broken Yea, I noticed Kind of surprised You see I figured it best we not talk about your

What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road. When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair started spewing dark smoke from all orifices. She slowed and pulled over onto

The Book Club (Allegory)

The Book Club (Allegory) short poem

Inside the freshly renovated library they’re cataloging blood bags: those Rh-negative are honored on the upper shelves where nobody can reach them, those from universal donors are less valued, but they are very much needed in the emergency hospital for

He And She

He And She short poem

He says, In your lovely eyes you have a combination of blue and grey, a pair of strong magnets, and a ton of sunshine smiles. You have gait and posture of a Pine, movements of a classical dancer spontaneity as

Sorry For Your Loss

Sorry For Your Loss long poem

I feel so badly it ended so quick before you discovered what makes me tick so here are some things you won’t know about me I love to sing albeit off-key I dance very well, I won’t step on your

Poems containing references to : Behaviour

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

Uncertainty

Uncertainty short poem

Will you still love me every morning, When I wake up all grumpy and frowning? Will I still be desirable to you, When I yell for things you don’t have a clue? Will you stand by me through thick and

Intrusion

Intrusion short poem

On a rock near the lake Sitting silently I was Dangling my feet in Waters, disturbing it Just for pleasure’s sake. Seeing terrified fish I felt an urge to muse What right I have to My liberty’s misuse? Shivering stars

Introductions

Introductions short poem

You seem a bit confused and not sure what you see, I think that you’re still trying to work me out, Let me take a moment to just introduce “me” We missed that introduction there’s no doubt! You seem a

Who Will They See?

Who Will They See? long poem

I tried so hard to tell them but they just couldn’t see, The person they were seeing wasn’t really me, The person I was begging them to somehow help me find, The person that I was before I’d lost my

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I love your confidence & your style. I love the way you gaze me & smile. I love your lips when they touches me for a while & also your shining little Chinese eyes. I love you when you say

Fri-e-n-d

Fri e n d short poem

With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule. One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule. Both expose human foolishness in a mess One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less. Ridicule have a caustic

Let’s Talk To Them, And Listen more

Let’s Talk To Them, And Listen more short poem

Our children…our youth, let’s talk to them and listen more. Outer behaviour is all, we try to cure There’s more behind, we need to explore. Let them cry, laugh and express, all they want to pour As caregivers and mentors,

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The Word

The Word short poem

His memory brims my eyes The fuzziness engulfs me Jams my mind A rising dull ache The longing to feel him Connected and close By words by presence by voice In a lame chatter In nothing that is matter Behind

Envy’s Ugly Poison

Envys Ugly Poison short poem

The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the

Perspective And The Journey.

Perspective And The Journey. prose poem

Our Universe is unimaginably large. Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy

A Scrapbook Of Memories

A Scrapbook Of Memories short poem

A storm cracks it’s thunder at me I look out to the faded death of night I’ve made myself a scrapbook of memories First is the woman, in dim gravure She throws her clothes at strangers Her life is loneliness,

A Friend

A Friend short poem

A friend Only someone who is honest, direct and correct with us is our true friend And not someone who just speaks words of love in order to get something in return at the end A friend will warn you

Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After short poem

A few rough years we have left behind, Of fears, frustration, fights, just blind. Patience is what I needed to teach myself, A very difficult challenge in spite of myself. But as patience started to shine on through, My husband

Live And Die For Something

Live And Die For Something prose poem

I want to be part of something Something greater than I Something that will continue to live when am gone I want to live for something something that will change the world something that will promote humanity I want to

A Kiss

A Kiss short poem

Little shops with old wood floors Alleys where artists drink espresso Flamenco guitarist Notes ring like singing blue birds Shadowy doorways with new lovers Alabaster skin magic in moonlight Neon streets, outdoor cafes I am lost without you You are

It Was All Magical

It Was All Magical short poem

Sweetheart, You cared like no one did, ‘Where did it all go?’ My heart asks, as it bleeds. Once I asked you to leave me and go away, So easily you do everything I say. For once you could have

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

Soul Melee 1

Soul Melee 1 short poem

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow

Tsunami

Tsunami short poem

boiling black lace smooth as a cheese grater boats and dreams your neighbor’s dog clubbed to stillness by a load of bamboo poles a mercy fire on the water smoke of mankind a dark Van Gogh picture underworld unfurling from

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Happiness Happens For You, Create It For Others…..

Happiness Happens For You, Create It For Others..... long poem

It’s said search for happiness Is the main reason for unhappiness All our life we search for happiness, We wait for some big happiness to come our way In the run, in the rush to get some big happiness We

I Am Fire

I Am Fire short poem

I am fire, but not so quiet. I am glory, the greatest story. I am an ocean of tsunamis and floods. I am a song, I am the loud one. I am the moonlight, you admire at night. I am

To

To short poem

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

Bright Side

Bright Side short poem

Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you,