Beholder Poems

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

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? prose poem

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? long poem

What is beauty? Is it on a cloudless night, when every star that has ever lived is in the sky, in your and only your sight, and it’s nothing you have ever seen before? Is it when the sun neither

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The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

An Ode To A Photographer

An Ode To A Photographer ode

A photograph is a whisper, Of an untold story, One that is deeper, Than just an emotion. It is a beautiful mirror, Reflecting candid moments, With a unique wistfulness, That captivates your heart. It is sometimes a lovely portrait, Of

Magnificent Skyline

Magnificent Skyline short poem

You will be amazed. Look at the western skyline! Back-dropped in a glowing soft pastel peach color. “What’s that?” you ask. The tranquil sound of Nature is what you hear, my friend. The serene honking of Canada Geese mingling with

Entity

Entity short poem

One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is

Reflections Of My Imperfections

Reflections Of My Imperfections long poem

When I look in the mirror of my reflection, I see just another human being swallowed up in depression. When you look in the mirror do you like what you see? Is the self esteem absentee? Are you only 5″

By The Look In Your Eyes.

By The Look In Your Eyes. long poem

Everything good and bad lies in your eyes, Just as the stars shine in the night sky. Freedom comes at a cost, hope is free, Love is what you crave, happiness is the key. Beauty fades away, no matter how

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Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

The Nightingale On Number Four

The Nightingale On Number Four short poem

Four snatch me in the morning, To the land of the booming And returns in the evening, To where it found me. In between the journey Had I seen my beloved! That; on seeing her I lost, My consciousness a

Job And The German Mystic…

Job And The German Mystic... short poem

Four on the fold; Turned within: Coil and Pyramid An eye for an eye makes No world deaf No love held No life had Not a moment here Or a road in sight […] Once upon a time, when you,

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy ode

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

Wasting Words

Wasting Words short poem

Wasting words I want to be electronic; I can only be more robotic. Please try to fix my empathy; I have lost it. I am not hypnotic. I cannot make you feel this, Without giving away my secrets. We need

The Reaper Is Waiting!

The Reaper Is Waiting! short poem

As mom lays me down to sleep. I Don’t pray to god because me he cant keep. I fear the shadow and ice cold reap. For he is here to take my hand. I will not live to become a

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee short poem

It is said to have goodness, It could be enjoyed with or without sweetness. Having coffee is the time, To discuss issues which are prime. Watching children play, Or granny flaunting the pot she made out of clay. Putting a

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

The Lady Of Haddon Hall

The Lady Of Haddon Hall ballad

She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears

Down At The Station

Down At The Station long poem

Waiting Down at The Station to catch the 2:05 I thought I heard your voice calling out my name but I guess it was just the chatter of the crowd or the noise inside my brain, my tears begin to

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

A sound sleep ends with sounds of wings and tiny crashes of small things; my eyes roam round the room to search the scene, and soon I know it’s not a dream. And then the wings take flight again from

The Soldier’s Wife

The Soldiers Wife short poem

I know that miles and distance, Do not matter; But who is going to explain it to the heart? He was soldier, And she was his other half. All she did was walk down the aisle that day, Not knowing

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

Places To Put Me

Places To Put Me sonnet poems

If you could keep my time in a glass jar And hidden in plain sight for all to see They would see a soul that longs to run far Or a heart that stands strong but wants to flee. If

Without Salt Or Pepper

Without Salt Or Pepper short poem

This morning I caught the blues. I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go. I tied my shoes and searched for my muse. There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew. With the end of the

A Moment Of Love

A Moment Of Love long poem

When the milky-way smiles on the sky, And the crazy night birds glide and fly, The white night flowers when sing and dance, The corner in roses is a cradle of romance, Stars on sky play hide and seek, The

Absinthe

Absinthe short poem

I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There

Fed Up Of My Life

Fed Up Of My Life long poem

Really fed up of my life, It pains me and kills me everyday… The things appear as a knife, Really Fed up of my life… Don’t know why they want to change it!!!! Today I am sad a li’l bit..

I Am Among Thorns

I Am Among Thorns short poem

I felt pricking sensation all over in my body making me restless for me to let a cry. As I started to cry I felt my voice strained persuades me to give a shriek of helplessness to draw the people

Old-Man-Poet

Old Man Poet short poem

Old-man-poet! Write from the heart; Reboot the world; make it new again! Turn its white hoary head with a start; Spin a poem of ablative gain! Let ablution be the God-ablated birth; Let it unravel the umbilical whorl That winds

O My Last Breath!

O My Last Breath! short poem

O my last breath! waiting for you eagerly. willing to embrace you, possible as early… When shall you come, at a slower pace. and take me with you, leaving behind no trace… O moon! I am jealous of your sight.

Lost Love

Lost Love long poem

I really thought I loved you, I actually thought you cared I wish you had told me, But I knew you wouldn’t dare I wish I didn’t love you, I wish I never cared The remains of my pride, Drift

Modern Man

Modern Man long poem

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Pink City

Pink City short poem

Burnt-out myths in the old city are stitching the lips of people. Pink walls smell like blood. Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless deity on throne. Marigolds are soaked in flowing tears. Innocent wheels riding against blast, stand still to

The Monster Within

The Monster Within short poem

Crying to know Desperate for answers Screaming silently No one knows The uncontrollable tears The fighting within oneself Why her? What did she do? A secret so disturbing Being told no one will believe you A cycle of abuse A

Always

Always short poem

How will you carry the mount of tears in the vally of temples? Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals. Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage, under the shadow of golden roses, walking with blue

Enjoying The Ride

Enjoying The Ride short poem

Your voice is the perfect song to listen to on a road trip. To view all the things that remind me of you. Miles away from the stress of work. Your voice, the open road. Someone I can love, no

Jealous

Jealous ode

I am jealous of my fellow poets They get comments, favorites, and votes Yes, it’s true…I am no Truman Capote I have written about loss, love and depression Writing has lead to my mental decompression I have poured out my

Poison Arrows

Poison Arrows short poem

Poison arrows shot at me From where did it come I didn’t see It pierced me in the back Filled with great pain It felt like a needle though, not quite the same As the words hit like darts It

Journey To Another Landscape

Journey To Another Landscape long poem

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified