Brussels Poems

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

Man Musing

Man Musing long poem

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

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Collective Guilt

Collective Guilt short poem

For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict

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The Blessing

The Blessing short poem

May the best day of the rest of your life begin today May all those yesterdays that sought to destroy you be captured May all your yesterdays that meant you no good be found guilty as charged May all your

Hunger And Anger

Hunger And Anger short poem

When the tummy is empty It cries for food When the mind is disturbed It shouts with anger When the tummy is half filled, it asks for more when the mind is unsteady it shouts but repent instantly When the

Flow

Flow prose poem

… those nights, clear nights when I’m afraid that I’ll cut my flight on the brightest star and the wings of my thoughts will be burned on the pyre of forgetfulness of self before reaching the union of end with

Must I Endure?

Must I Endure? short poem

What should you do when people bother you? not react? not notice? not speak? just endure????? It is easier said than done When they stare in your face When their auras are dark and they eat up your space When

The Caller

The Caller short poem

Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m sane; Who is she that calls my name? Day and night, night and day; Who is she that calls my name? A demon, a witch, a ghost, a memory; I feel her call deep within

The Bold ‘me’

The Bold me short poem

Seek illumination from the burning sunrays, Enliven yourself at every phase. Be the one the world comprehends, And keenly dires to blend. Be the guide- create the ride, Trust your flow and set your sails to grow. No looking back,

Message

Message short poem

And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

Naughty Rain

Naughty Rain short poem

Drip drop rain drumming on the ground, With scented smell from the soil and appealing sound. Sprouts the sensation of love in the core of heart, Deepens the feeling of solitude, as she is apart. Floating black clouds with flickering

Truth

Truth short poem

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue, that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride long poem

The day I put on the glossy red lip colour And a white dress plump as an umbrella A big sigh of relief let out my own mother Glimmered dribbling teardrops in my eyes Saw I smiles around and heard

Burning In

Burning In short poem

No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass

Barters A Call

Barters A Call short poem

A pair of reverberating black eyes Moves in the street of dead moths, Under yellow light of forlorn streets Moves uncertainly in a sleepy town, The luminous mist adorns her face, The wounded eyes of poverty Barters a call for

Illusions And Realization

Illusions And Realization prose poem

Why don’t I find the things around me The way I wish Why don’t I feel the things around me The way I wish And why don’t I dream the dreams The way I wish Because my imagination accepts the

Sinking Boatmen

Sinking Boatmen short poem

The name, went begging to yield. Dispute was becoming a point of disorder. A fire on ice, I was burning inside. Unabated, the storm was raging in bush. The candor was lost. We were drying up in shade. One eccentric

Strange Dreams

Strange Dreams short poem

Rose petals, dried leaves and wet earth wet bark of the trees, a dripping lamp post a man huddled in a trench coat sitting on a bench, a cold bench his boots soggy, his eyes damp clutched in his hands

Hymn To The Almighty

Hymn To The Almighty short poem

In hours of desolation, rue and despair Helps nothing except a heartfelt prayer Incessant teardrops of guilt and shame Might from hell’s list remove my name As kneel I down to my Lord so clement My hands of their heinous

Pearls of Wisdom

Pearls of Wisdom prose poem

Respect life, it is the only one you have Respect yourself, because YOU are God’s miracle Respect your parents; they may not be there for long Respect every human being, irrespective of their status in life You never know, whom

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

Missing A Dearest Friend

Missing A Dearest Friend short poem

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than remember me and cry. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could

Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

Cursed

Cursed short poem

A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

A parallel universe

A parallel universe long poem

In the silence of my void I hear a voice When, The world has slept The human babble is quiet What is that I wonder? A sudden mystic thunder Keeps me awake Day or night I sit back with my

Truth

Truth short poem

Heated argument insults flying, blaming denying openly crying, perfectly constructed a natural born lair you are! Knowing just how to twist that knife this tale has become your life with shutters you walk with rehearsals you talk unjustified lies you

Issueless

Issueless short poem

It was for a bridge: water issue, without a river. We were fighting for the tongues on a wordless journey. The unlucky sex was on fire after the explosion. Hands off the mouth. Life was eating death. The bells will

Green Vigil

Green Vigil short poem

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

I love to worship Him

I love to worship Him short poem

Many times I have said, thought and done Many a time I have come before Him With a tear smeared face, a broken heart and a failed soul Many times in the reason of my living I have thought; thought

Catcher Freeman

Catcher Freeman short poem

Listen before I start the story I can’t be more heavenly than the heavens Or more angled than an angel I know I am just as vulnerable Than a vegetable more beastly Then a savage who couldn’t manage the damage

To Breathe

To Breathe long poem

Where is the breath That I crave so much Hiding and playing games Just beyond my reach Fingers too stiff to touch To breathe To live To need what is aloof and Teasing me to beseech The air in the

The Artist

The Artist short poem

There are no haunted places, Just people haunted by pasts and presents. There is nothing not worth expressing, For no one has lived without falling. Not everyone can dream so celestial, For most people’s understanding is but elliptical. Not everyone

A Robot To Its Love

A Robot To Its Love short poem

Come SR20, interface with me My circuit is ablaze just sensing you Enter the world of new reality For to a date in cyber space we’ll go Though I can’t give my heart, for I have none, Still I can

Holy Spirit

Holy Spirit long poem

whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a

Tainted Feather

Tainted Feather short poem

Let me brace some blows, Of lonely breeze and snows, freeze me blue and cold, Wonders die as flower unfolds. Let me stitch some wounds, fly with my wings of hope, hopes that sail the boat are now dead across

When You Were There…

When You Were There… long poem

I heard the shepherdess sing The song of dawn upon the hill Merry go the twinkling stars In shelter of their dream The sunbeams come Dancing upon the lake When the yellow traveler Makes his sway Flowers open up their

Hunting

Hunting short poem

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis long poem

It’s a fluttering dove, No…mayhap a trembling rabbit, Why does it sound so loud? The shaking, the trembling Now the throbbing, the thudding In my ears, a stampede, The gasp that awakens, confirming It’s the beat of my heart, Out

The Toll

The Toll short poem

found discarded in a blackberry verge rebar caked in layers dirt and rust like an alien archeologist might lovingly wrest from a sandy pit blow it clean with lepidopterous lips much heavier than appears it should strains elbow and shoulder