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

Poems containing references to : Bias

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

My Silent Plant

My Silent Plant short poem

Part of my family, you’ve always been. Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden. We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin. Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour. Melanin determines my skin colour. I still however, don’t know

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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True Lies

True Lies short poem

I have heard of new year resolutions and have taken many, in my teens all broken at the first chance of breaking it but never thought of one on Easter day! Ok, let me take one, a very simple one

Art Of Living

Art Of Living short poem

Experiences, Good or bad, are lessons learnt in life Lesson learnt out of experience is reality of life Reality more often is bitter while expectation always sweeter One aspires for happiness in life so one sets expectations high One never

Prior To The Twilight

Prior To The Twilight short poem

In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.

Scrapbook

Scrapbook short poem

The story of her life began with him, Coming up to her he brought in the love scene, Everything had been so picture perfect, It seemed straight out of a silver screen..! The photographs of that era brings, Tears in

The Secret

The Secret short poem

It’s a secret Not for the Loathsome For if they knew exactly what to do They will vilificate it Written in code Only in pictures like a puzzle All you have known Was don’t believe what you see or hear

Life Is A Funny Game

Life Is A Funny Game short poem

Life is a funny game, yet it remains never the same, Winning here is a chance of fame, and losing a mere shame, We learn to fall, to win, and to rise, Facing each day with a new surprise, And

My Twin

My Twin long poem

Isolation from time and present existence, The air dabs a little splash of peace, Sometimes as a massage, sometimes as a scratch, Both share a bit of pain, But as a virgin to pleasure it feels all the same, It’s

The Hyphenating

The Hyphenating short poem

Awareness becomes a burden, with opposite thoughts in conflict, Crawling like roaches on your skin. Sage or beast it was same. They run on the bricks in sun or drift at night on unwrapped voices. Every thread of a dialogue

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill long poem

I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we

My Lost Mother

My Lost Mother short poem

Oh my little darling Don’t weep so hard Such a lovely girl you are Adorable little child. I won’t be there hereafter But you shalt not divest love of mother For you have so many mothers of noble fibre I

Foursome

Foursome short poem

A complex ego: lips on a flame like Kama Sutra. Starless night to probe a moon going downhill. A needle in hay protects the wound of a kiss. Portrait was incomplete without pilot to fly a plane: ———————————————- A complex

Drowning

Drowning short poem

Some days, I drown like a piece of paper to the bottom of the valley that has stains of my fear. Some days are harder than the rest and floating becomes my only quest, brewing has no reason and I

Roots That Clutch

Roots That Clutch short poem

You know I do not hope any intermission, between life and death. My path goes nowhere. A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. From childhood I was always floating between the meanings of lessons unknown. I longed for straight humilities.

Puzzling

Puzzling short poem

You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken

Can It Be Helped?

Can It Be Helped? short poem

This mistake no question, turned into the greatest gain. I fell for you so damn hard, long before I learned your name. I can’t help that I fall in love, every time you come through my door. I don’t know

Farewell

Farewell short poem

Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance

More Reasons To Burn

More Reasons To Burn short poem

For a day must end A broken bone must mend And the dawn must break As a thief must take A river has to run And a bullet needs a gun As the leaves must fall From trees oh! so

The Stealthy Wizard

The Stealthy Wizard prose poem

Who is he who so dastardly continues to displease heaven? Who is he who failed in his attempt to rule via usurpation? Who is this timid one who stands in the way of his own advancement, but yet unduly influences

The Rat

The Rat prose poem

The rat sat on the ledge eating some cheese I said to him ” is it Camembert or Lancashire tell me please” The rat replied “It is creamy and delightful and hits the right keys” I said “do you play

Mr. Bills

Mr. Bills prose poem

Last week, on the only day it rained, he hit me. Hit me so hard as I fell to the ground I asked myself will this be his last time? I saw colors, all dark shades and hues. Dark blues,

My Name Is Joe

My Name Is Joe prose poem

Hello my name is Joe, I’m from planet Earth. I opened my eyes one day and found myself there. Where I was before I do not know. They taught me stuff, made me go to school. To keep alive I

Above And Beyond

Above And Beyond short poem

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque. Blackened sky, moonless and star free; a massive light show! Like a human anatomy of nerves, spread in every direction; I wonder the bounty of harnessing such explosive power. A storm is

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

The Picture On The Wall

The Picture On The Wall short poem

There is a picture on the wall, With some people hanging around Each smiling and laughing Enjoying and having the time of their lives Each wearing their own costumes, Each with their own colours Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Yellow, Green,

Thine Beauty

Thine Beauty short poem

The beauty of thine essence is the one, which never to be compared to ye. As, thou art the miracle of this alluring nature. And thy is the beauty which exhibits thousand works of the superior lord. From whence I

Lifeless Void

Lifeless Void prose poem

Life goes on its usual course, where everyday is a remembrance of the void in my life, of the void I have created in others’ lives and of the void I myself have become! yes, there is no running away

Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip

Vestal Love

Vestal Love sonnet poems

That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian

Now Is Forever

Now Is Forever short poem

Our love is now my dear Let’s leave rose petals in our wake Scented with love, the color of passion Our love is now my dear Let us engulf each other And be the envy of the stars Our love

For Peace

For Peace prose poem

Dead ones speak Martyr speaks More loudly than before With Echos every corner How fortunate they Treading path of Martyrdom Martyrdom to peace Harmony & Justice But- Shooters of martyrs Build society of hatred And martyrs crucified Generation after generation