Brutalities Poems

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

World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

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A Waltz With You

A Waltz With You short poem

I want to waltz, waltz with you, taking your slender hands in mine, waltz in a garden or on a beach where every second will stay frozen in time. I want to waltz staring into your eyes, hold your hips

Uncle Grim

Uncle Grim short poem

Interesting. I see you have arrived. Amnesty! You say? Misinterpretation, you claim? This is no mistake, my new dear friend Hell is upon you and is about to end Ever wonder why, you here were sent? Clearly, you have not

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

Reasons for loving all the seasons

Reasons for loving all the seasons short poem

In you, is the sunshine of the summer, That burns me to work harder and smile longer, Awakens me to challenge the world’s stubbornness ….. In you, is the dancing rain of the monsoon, Who takes me higher and rejuvenates

Why It So Happens That

Why It So Happens That short poem

When morose cloud mourns why it showers heavy rains it sheds tears of melancholy to me why it hurts and pains when the uncle sun is furious why it excretes red fireballs its heat scorches all creators every one prays

Bleed

Bleed long poem

Wide awake, I dream, In that land I try to scream, Here I can’t feel a thing, It hurts, I can feel the pain. Blood is flowing down, I can feel it on my skin, The pain comes from within,

Exporting

Exporting short poem

That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present

The Generations

The Generations short poem

Sixties came and went, As the seventies rolled in I was born upon my mother’s breast Last of four kids, I was the baby of the family Seventies were filled of adventure, fun, and games Learning new faces and names

Where We Live

Where We Live long poem

Some people like to say what’s wrong with this person or that person And of course, we’re all such easy pickings . . . Perhaps existence is, in some way, divided into what’s wrong, right, and unimportant between good, bad

Mother Understands

Mother Understands short poem

As a child you are a free bird Playing hide and seek, here and there Controlling a crumbling child is truly hard So your mother cooks up threats of invisible monster Your twinkling eyes may be fearless Designed devil may

My Life Is Leif

My Life Is Leif short poem

About days, when heart is alone.. Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd.. About days, when home is Abode Moments are time and path is

The Fog Horn

The Fog Horn short poem

Every 20 seconds, its lonely voice cries Out to someone it will never meet like an ancient voice, never ceasing Through the cold rain and silent darkness Standing, waiting, as patient as time How many a forlorn sailor heard its

Self Loathing

Self Loathing short poem

She often wondered what if she could, just once, watch herself from the outside. Atleast that Would make the self loathing Disappear.

The Leeches

The Leeches prose poem

Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights

After The Rain

After The Rain short poem

After the rain Luminescent clouds made creative shapes, Appearing out of nowhere, A magnificent double rainbow, Natures twins, Sent from the Heavens, Nature’s finest work, The colors were bright and in every shade you can imagine, Shining high in the

For You My Love, My Valentine

For You My Love, My Valentine short poem

I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,

The Manifesto

The Manifesto prose poem

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the church preaching ignorance and bitterness God does not look upon you with grace and love, this is what they tell you You are poisoned, grotesque, morbid, monstrous, and vile

Epitaph For A Belatedly Born – again Atheist

Epitaph For A Belatedly Born   again Atheist elegy

Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred In total idleness life conferred By space and time; dreams by God deferred! God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave Joys of dreams I crave but gave All of

For The Clotting

For The Clotting short poem

seething yet silent in land of outrage: strictures of life, my eyes will not see the setting sun; this was the blind spot before the battle starts and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun – to speak the version

Birthday

Birthday short poem

On birth, crying makes our entry On death, silence marks our exit In between our birth and death turmoils all the while exist We celebrate Birthday with pomp and excitement Trauma of life preceding the birth day are kept in

Mother

Mother short poem

A mother is a person, who is there for you the most, She gives you food and even makes you the toast, She makes the world a better place, To you she looks to have the kindest face. She is

Being On High On Poems

Being On High On Poems short poem

What it means to be high on poems? I discovered it or it discovered me, interacting with hearts of every nation and with heart comes love and hope abundant, miraculous people whose words have fragrance, can feel the spirit of

Rain

Rain short poem

Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain

Open Cast Yard

Open Cast Yard prose poem

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Go beyond the past. Go beyond the present.. Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? When those cleansed people Wandering through other times And places, look around aimlessly In search of

Diving

Diving short poem

Forest was partisan lilies blushing, moon was parting the milky way, on the terrace the absurd man, and the spaces missing, the house locked in, are left wrecked manuscripts of attempts to save the translations of life’s books Give me

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle ballad

You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die.

Walking

Walking long poem

I hear the version All existence I face I learn to adopt to try asses I connect to contact a word for you Still I want to love—-too… WALKING(2) Flying a smile Flying a love Love walks on way Cave-paints

Sanctity Of Faith

Sanctity Of Faith short poem

In my trials and tribulations Be they however great I’ll forever own the splendor In the sanctity of faith You, my precious God Are my hope, guide and way Throughout this realm of ruin Where I patiently remain You amplify

Strike Out.

Strike Out. long poem

After so much struggle  Throughout the year , After achieving success  That you had feared, It’s time to cherish.  To be thankful for the good  Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,

Elegy for a ‘rose lost

Elegy for a rose lost elegy

Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already

Strangers In Sleep

Strangers In Sleep short poem

The dome has collapsed. You walk in fire on the eve of exhuming yourself, picking up the pieces of humming life. Eye to eye, the patience was wearing thin, fears had positioned themselves, at the doors, snarling. A mass grave

Writers Block

Writers Block short poem

Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

The Sea Soaked She And The Sun

The Sea Soaked She And The Sun ode

Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying

A Real Jack The Ripper In A Small American Town

A Real Jack The Ripper In A Small American Town short poem

Gladys was a devote Baptist and a Sweet old lady who never had anything Bad to say about anybody so when this Young man moved into the neighborhood They said you can just look into his eyes And see he’s

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Battle For Madness

Battle For Madness short poem

I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics

Inner Peace

Inner Peace ode

The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode