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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God Is Good

God Is Good long poem

I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry, not a care, nothing to bear. Then along come spring, such a wonderful thing, didn’t have an idea of what it would bring. I

The Goal

The  Goal short poem

Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day

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

Garden In The Sky

Garden In The Sky long poem

At the end of every visit, as though it was the last time we would meet They gave a hug and say “Good Luck” then wave us down the street I looked back, see them both and then begin to

Monochrome

Monochrome long poem

Black is the epitome for darkness, An all thinks desolate and bleak. Purple gives us the incentive- the hope what we seek. Pastel yellow is the sun Which glistens our day, While blue is the color Of the scintillating bay

Proud

Proud short poem

Blasting my senses with lasting noise, The heat of the moment through pain and joy, A testament of strength to hold on tight, Another day gone and another left to fight. Pass me your glances of scorn or praise, Make

And Like A Spoon, I Fell

And Like A Spoon, I Fell short poem

She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that

Silence

Silence short poem

They say the things that finally break you, Are the words stuck in your throat. And she has years of thoughts not uttered, Crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whispher among a word, That’s learnt only to speak.

Dream World.

Dream World. prose poem

Where do we live? Is this place even real? How real is real? We open our eyes and find ourselves here. But, where is here? We accept what we see, what else can we do? We move through life doing

Feelings at the Mart

Feelings at the Mart short poem

Why is it so difficult to convince The Heart, That feelings nowadays are sold at The Mart. Ventured into The Mart, in hand The Heart, And In tow, a shopping cart. Trust was on sale in a neat pack, Came

The Ear Rings

The Ear Rings long poem

These ear-rings, made up of different metals, shapes, and colors do adorn the ears, they think; our foolish girls, not knowing the troubles they create, on jumping, dancing and attracting the boys, equally wicked and foolish, imaging her beauty on

What You Said

What You Said short poem

Sperms spilled on thighs When moon was hung over trees To engage reverberations, Contesting erratic moods Outside echoes Stitching white milk into black tears, It was not for the deliverance From pain of separation And drink the eyes: The waves

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Bramble Gates

Bramble Gates short poem

Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in

An Unborn Prayer

An Unborn Prayer short poem

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

Somewhere

Somewhere ballad

I drift across a secluded beach. I feel the sand beneath my feet. Impressions fading in the sand from a turning tide. I catch a fragrance in the air, i stop to look in wonder as it captivates my senses

Like Air

Like Air short poem

The next time we meet. I plan to meet you in unnoticed fashion. To come face to face even if you laugh or chase to how far your mind wanders. I plan to meet you today and the day after.