Bounty Poems

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

The Breeze

The Breeze short poem

Across a sleepy low lit stream, a quiet breeze swept by; It made its way across the land, determined and unshy; It covered flowers, rocks, and sand, and all within its path, with tiny droplets wet and cool, a shower,

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Love Soulmate

Love Soulmate short poem

Oh my love, my soul-mate You are so beautiful and delicate Curve of eyebrows are so great Come on with me on a date Your presence with me on ground Will make me more happy and sound To your bounty

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

Happiness

Happiness short poem

As I loaf myself on this padded chair I think about all the unpleasant things in my life, I think of those evil days, how my own very existence was endangered. I think of that past and now I heave

Yogi

Yogi short poem

I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the

Odyssey

Odyssey long poem

after turning on the front porch light they laid poison around the flowerstems at dusk got their bellies comfortable with the moist dark dirt the snails came as ships creating their own waves sailing out of their own shadows slow

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mothers Day short poem

To all the women I know, who are mothers or yet to be You are the chosen ones to carry in your wombs The future and your legacy Through all the pain and the suffering And through all the sacrifice

Condemned

Condemned prose poem

Once you witnessed smiles on lovers, heard laughter, the running of feet up and down your sturdy boards. Fisherman cast an anxious rod over your side in anticipation of the beautiful bounty that swam in your shadow. Music from ferris

In A Perfect World

In A Perfect World prose poem

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

The Mighty Maple

The Mighty Maple prose poem

Tiny droplets from the tap; perfect timing of the sap. Trees’ free gifts of God’s great bounty; wooden buckets in every county. Then to kitchen and to table, a syrup known for years, since cradle. And golden color everywhere, lights

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

Who Was Me?

Who Was Me? short poem

A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar

The Moment Was Enough

The Moment Was Enough prose poem

We drowned ourselves in endless g&ts The glorious bounty of Wednesday happy hour Bathed in the light of hipster patio lighting And the faint smell of last night’s campfire So smoky I couldn’t feel your hand holding mine Our intention

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Meeting God In The Mind As My Spacetime Equal

Meeting God In The Mind As My Spacetime Equal short poem

Infrangible God! And frangible I! O, would we are not Bound as one mindedly eyed Spacetime knot! Parallel minds cross voids as pens That cut as swords! In our déjà vu head portends Spacetime discords; Plural mind! I tire of

You Are the Master of Life

You Are the Master of Life short poem

Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,

The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

Just A Drop Of Water

Just A Drop Of Water short poem

I was just a single drop of water wandering to look for life, thrown by many when they were wet drunk by many when the sun rays set used by many to complete their chores when wandered from places to

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

Christmas Eyes

Christmas Eyes short poem

Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. -Anonymous Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll

The Unconquered

The Unconquered elegy

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears

Untitled

Untitled short poem

And what for this rallying call mellifluous our human and brutish moments the heaving and seething and bitching sighs and sweat to stray, accumulate, funny pictures beneath a huge and hurting sky soaked and sore in summer sun or frozen

A Fatal Attraction

A Fatal Attraction prose poem

I see the cluster of stars that are lit in the heart of your eyes I watch the crease of your lips curl into a wicked smile and I know then that in that moment we are drawn to each

No man can be an island

No man can be an island short poem

Carry me oh lord of good times to a place where wine flows like a river where the damsels are easy where there is sin all around where love can be found at the drop of a hat let me

Through The Window

Through The Window short poem

Through the window, I see the bare trees. I hold hands of family members—not my Family—of which they are unaware. Truly. Sadly. We celebrate with champagne And shrimp cocktail. Their warm welcome Chills my bones. With each sip Of champagne,

Forever Hidden

Forever Hidden short poem

There is a sense of forever that’s hidden in your eyes. A sense that no matter how much time will pass. A promise that no matter how random the thought. That somehow, you will always be there. That same funny

The Brine

The Brine short poem

Injured body full of pain Being broken soul in vain Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks Being refugee when one seeks Shelter under the curly hair Of a beauty is not fair Life is not kiss of a miss It is

Uncharted Self

Uncharted Self short poem

Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between

Thankful

Thankful short poem

I hate that feeling when I open my eyes, I hold my breath in dread, Will today be a morning to rise, Or will I just stay in my bed? I make my plans in hope that I, Will be

Pilgrims

Pilgrims long poem

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

To Be Loved

To Be Loved short poem

I longed for a love that I thought I would never find. Seeking this love from my parents; but they both were blind. See the kind of love I was looking for came from the four children I bared. They

Bail Out

Bail Out ode

Bail out {this just came out of nowhere} Constantly comparing , obsessively reinstating their lies! their lies! their lies! Borrowed ideas,conformist actions. Reiterating,bent on playing the fool. Remember the times you use to fly? Who told you all the ideas

The Lake Awaits

The Lake Awaits short poem

Lying in the lake, it awaits. Anyone can sit and drift on it, but none yet…yet it waits. The boat on the lake. livelihood for some, for some it’s fun the lake recalls seeing tons of them set in the

One Man

One Man short poem

Whoa oh baby ain’t I still your #1 Man do I still make you feel safe and warm when you are in my arms, do I still turn you on every time we touch, ain’t I still the one and

Waiting

Waiting short poem

I am in fact Waiting for the rain When the water and sun Make love again When Mother Nature sings When the moon hides When deathly thunder rings When the thirsty earth chides When lovers embrace And I feel their

Our First Kiss Lingers

Our First Kiss Lingers short poem

Our first kiss lingers come rain come shine It was a soul to soul melody, yours to mine. Love was soaring, like a seagull above the sea Our hearts danced in harmony with the melody It was a soul to

Now You Call This Living?

Now You Call This Living? prose poem

Now you call this living
? But what is living without loving
? And what is love but a verb
? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world. We all strive for happiness
. And society tells us

Reason In Emotion

Reason In Emotion short poem

With you a kiss is a way of veneration- for timeless togetherness in a religion! Sworn to live and die in devotion- So to hell with rebellion! A touch from you is a culmination- Of all that needs no second

Brokenness

Brokenness short poem

Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling

In Ring Of Fire

In Ring Of Fire short poem

After a peek into the world news, I will start asking many questions to myself in the dialect of hurling petrol bombs that, how many names of a god are valid in my poor dictionary of past truths? I start

The Blanket

The Blanket short poem

It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark