Brainy Poems

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

You And Me

You And Me short poem

You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position

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Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

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Depressions Cage

Depressions Cage long poem

There is a large piece of me missing, replaced by some angry thing I do not recognize. There is a hole, it’s deep and wide and the sadness I feel has nowhere to hide, I wish for joy and peace

Someday Someplace

Someday Someplace short poem

Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect

Killing Zone

Killing Zone short poem

If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

Life

Life short poem

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

The Beauty Sleep

The Beauty Sleep short poem

In the psychiatric hospital, angels have fever blisters because of too much powdered milk, swollen still hot from soft plastic cups as pink as their fingernails lacking calcium, Their wings hidden under dressing gowns made of felt, they grow beyond

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come, Ready Or Not short poem

Days they end and the years may pass, He’s coming soon and He’s coming fast, I reflect on my life and what I might say, Would I be ready to meet my Lord Jesus today? Is my life in order,

I’ll Let Go

Ill Let Go short poem

Sometimes it is hard to let go, each day goes by and you hope that this is the day when things will get easier to say “I will let go today”. Have you had a dream that you wish you

What Is Music?

What Is Music? long poem

What is music, one questions It’s something beyond the most vivid imagination Beyond the golden shine of the daffodil fields at sunset With their faint reflection in the crystal blue heavens above About the cherry rosettes delicately sewn on a

Behind The Window

Behind The Window prose poem

The Window// (1) Behind the window, when clouds descend down over houses planted into mud, and seeds wake up, clock-hands go back to zero. Cottony fogs veil visions, so we might look inside, then I see a dewy dove carrying

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

My Reality Is A Lie

My Reality Is A Lie short poem

I feel your warm hands on me An intense touch, cold and lifeless Your eyes say what should be Our hearts united in perfect oneness But the light’s slowly cleared the shadow And my reality’s a lie so hollow I’ve

The Fly

The Fly short poem

The Fly lurks around putrid matter and delights in savouring human waste. The distasteful things we love to hate satisfy his insatiable taste for foul smelling things that are better cast in the bin from our very sight. He does

Emotions Evaporate

Emotions Evaporate long poem

Elegantly enthralling in this evening is the expanse of the sea Spread so vast and wide, everywhere I could see Cloudy sky colorfully painted to pose On watching it, my soul silently rose Fishing birds do frequent round My mind

Chessboard

Chessboard short poem

dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas sitting in scorching sun,

When People Say

When People Say short poem

When people say that you don’t care What they really mean is you don’t agree To all that they want you to be That you have unashamedly left The squares and pegs on the high shelf To do exactly what

Played On

Played On short poem

So easy for me to tell, that your love for me is true and you made me deeply fell that it tastes like sweet fondue We play the game so well I’m good as wooden puppet I’m a pity, under

The Other Woman

The Other Woman short poem

I am the other woman in your life Others may say I am that another woman in your life You dedicated your name, your fame and your life to the one you married, to your loving wife She came early

Why?

Why? short poem

Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

Bright Skies

Bright Skies short poem

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

St. Francis In Repose

St. Francis In Repose short poem

calm and quiet the sun breaks the branches creating shields of light and shadow all the creatures in the woods come to the feast the bears brought wine wolves, brought a pie the squirrels, brought a side dish from an

Crossing Names

Crossing Names short poem

Unrepenting you start from a sore point to ask an explanation from an eclipse of the sun. unreviving, a corpse, the moon carries the burden of light, on its bloodied shoulder for burial in dew. Half the century we were

Siachen Avalanche

Siachen   Avalanche prose poem

O you callous peaks of Siachen Cruel have been your whims illogical and insane beyond words To unleash your deadly powers on dutiful soldiers at work was not an act of bravado but the most condemnable deceit . Look every

Open Wild

Open Wild short poem

Imagine words that break the ground beneath your feet, And tear your core, And part the seas, And leave you breathless, Imagine living just one time, but knowing it is enough. You won’t. You’ll wait for nothing until you hold

They Say

They Say prose poem

They say; You know how to write. We just don’t have time for you. You know what, This is going to be painful. It’s never our intention to hurt anyone. The thing is, You seem quiet, arrogant. We’re unsure if

The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine short poem

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

Hope

Hope short poem

I have hope For without hope I’d be lost Among a sea of travelers Not knowing my journey On this planet We so fondly call earth I have hope For a future full of blessings And gratitude I have hope

Love

Love short poem

I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is

King Kendrick

King Kendrick short poem

The Butterfly has awoken And rightfully emerged from his cocoon What makes it so beautiful is Not the wings or image Of itself But the beauty of its flawlessness Mindset in this breath Taking shattering world It already being so

Pain

Pain english poems

I’m alone in my room Wondering where I went wrong Mind is cloudy My thoughts are uncontrollable But who can you call When the depression hits And the pink pills cant drown your sorrows away No One I’m alone in

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

Where Is My Soul

Where Is My Soul short poem

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge

I See You There

I See You There long poem

I see you there across the room with sly winks and secrete smirks. I see your halo invisibly hanging over your head – disguising the yearn for me at the core of your heart. I see you there across the

When I Was Young

When I Was Young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?