Bias Poems

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

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

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

Judgement

Judgement short poem

Let Judgement be on you! When did you take up God’s role? Did it ever occur to you that your opinions are of your own insecurities? Did anyone inform you that not every one will follow the norm? I look

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The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

A Reflection of the Light

A Reflection of the Light short poem

A true representation of love is not a stagnant captured image. Love you see, is a movie, it is a progression of actions with time. Us individuals love most times based on emotions, how we feel at a specific slice

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom ballad

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and

Pandas

Pandas short poem

THE UNBEARABLE. What’s so wonderful about Pandas, why do people stand and stare At what after all is only, a black and white veggie bear A mysterious thing is a Panda of which knowledge is vague and grey but we

Battle With The Insecure Self

Battle With The Insecure Self long poem

Just who am I to you? How do I look from your point of view? I don’t know but it matters to me, How you look at me physically. I get conscious with how I look like, That maybe the

Laughter On Tenth Avenue

Laughter On Tenth Avenue short poem

Grim, forbidding a streetfull of patients First we must distract them – that is the role Of the dance – our worn shoes and shopping carts Are ideal for the purpose, pure percussion Rolling rhythm we dance on a river

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I See You

I See You short poem

I see you on the dancefloor, a beam of light in the darkness. I see you with my eyes closed, when we share our first kiss. I see you with your clothes off, and I am struck with awe. I

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull long poem

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand. With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying

Winter Grip

Winter Grip short poem

Why do you play this trick on us each year oh mother nature dear, The vice like grip of winter chill is worse upon the ear, But first it grabs you round the sides thrust your body up, It needs

The Singing Stork

The Singing Stork short poem

A special delivery is often made, Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free, At the end of the bill of a Stork or three. Sleeping and quiet the babies would be, At peace

A Graceful Life!!!

A Graceful Life!!! short poem

I see vastness In the blue sky I see the time waving good-bye I see flowers Roses and plants Tiny creatures Lizards and ants Green grass shivers Covered with dew Running rivers Are greeting you Have a deep look Have

Today’s Civilization’s Clamor !

Todays Civilizations Clamor ! short poem

“Does being at zenith of civilization vouch for unleashing mindless violence ? Does being at highest norm of humanity vouch to be swayed by the religious demagogues? Does rebuttal of one human with another vouch for the ‘blood’ of another

Farewell

Farewell prose poem

February, had just bid farewell to its 29th day, Knowing that it won’t see it for next four years And that’s why I guess the night seemed a bit longer And silent, and calm, and the wind chose to lazily

Sandcastles Came Down

Sandcastles Came Down short poem

Water pouring inside the fence of beyond ten feet above the surf waves climbed higher as the tide was coming in at the usual hour Rocks mixed with shells colored brightly like a bright morning sunlight oranges, gray, blue and

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

The Bride

The Bride prose poem

I had just jumped out of a puddle of water and Then walked through the garden before I entered The living room of my house I don’t remember how old I was then but I know I was small enough

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

Credo

Credo short poem

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Life-2

Life 2 short poem

The chords of life Are in His hand. No one knows when Where and how Comes its end? We are just like Puppets in His hands Can do nothing To meet our ends. Like a flower Delicate we are Blooming

Non-Fiction

Non Fiction short poem

I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary

A drifter on prowl

A drifter on prowl short poem

Moving from one green pasture to another a lost ignorant soul not absorbed by anything around when he feels hungry he steals when he feels scared he ravages when he is happy, he sings and dances to the tune tune

Swan Lake

Swan Lake short poem

O Swan of this enchanted lake Let me wander inside your magical dimension If melancholy causes the charm to break With your melodies, I beg thee, heal this pattern By this lake tendrils twirling Humming with an exuberant fashion One

Invoking The Rain Gods

Invoking The Rain Gods prose poem

Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with

Saline

Saline short poem

Crestfallen tears mixed with the salty brine of the expansive ocean. Time seemed to pause, as if for one brief fleeting second. He took a plunge into the icy deep. Happily submerging himself in the inviting energizing enrapturing emerald liquid.

Cerulean

Cerulean short poem

Puffy and white clouds float, On a cool breeze of endless hope, Shape shifting to natural winds, Against the horizon, powerless to pretend… Transparent from close, Cloudy from far away, Is it specific to a clear, Cloudless perfect day… Are

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

A Win-win Relationship

A Win win Relationship short poem

What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name

Reminiscing

Reminiscing short poem

I think of you When I pass by the roads we drove on. Times when we’d be out till the break of dawn. I remember you When it rains and how we’d get wet together. We both used to look

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

Winter

Winter short poem

It’s winter– empty branches all around. Sick mountains beyond covered mists, their beauty not known… And, looking at winters pale half moon, Alone, I remember– my days past with you, those paired past of sixteenth, still drenched in sweet spring

Enchanting Eyes

Enchanting Eyes short poem

Just a look and they cast a spell on me those beautiful enchanting eyes; As they captivated my senses, yet emancipating my heart into the skies; Elevated much by the setting around, those dark eyes in a darker guise; And

To Not See The Love

To Not See The Love long poem

Not seeing the love of another who loves you is only but a way to justify your own hate Like the heart that only sees when there is pleasure and not the love in hard work alike But when there

Pale Blue Eyes

Pale Blue Eyes prose poem

If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind

Alphabet Zoo

Alphabet Zoo long poem

A is for Ant; so small yet strong B is for Bear; with claws sharp and long C is for Cow; in the field making milk D is for Dog; with fur soft as silk E is for Elephant; Its

Nostalgic Memories

Nostalgic Memories short poem

Singing about twinkle of the stars, Asking the black sheep for wool, Reading about spider making webs, I wish those days could come back again. In middle school had the first crush, When she would come around I would blush,

Neutral

Neutral short poem

I will need some new words today. To say what I did not want to say, scratching at the surface of truth. I do not fight with meanings. A shade between two borders of lies between right and wrong. The