Chronicle Poems

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

Too Incredible

Too Incredible short poem

It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded

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My Air Castle

My Air Castle short poem

There’s a solemn ” Castle in the air” sometime.. Yes, sometime there is…. Phantasms of that vignette takes me to a chronicle of memories….. & it’s twinkling there like a shooting star.. Let me hallucinate with that dream again… Let

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

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Morning Rabbit

Morning Rabbit short poem

I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I

A Day That Starts Grey

A Day That Starts Grey long poem

She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows

All My Wrongs (dad To Son)

All My Wrongs (dad To Son) prose poem

My sweetheart son from grounding you to scolding you perhaps you are right if you feel that I was wrong but there may come a day when you perceive that how all my wrongs then made everything right for you

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts…like the errant schoolchild slither away from the channeled course on to vistas new and varied either divine or ignoble bringing it back to its primary groove is a task onerous and arduous But..aren’t our thoughts the cradle of all

Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

Darkness

Darkness short poem

I don’t know where to go, When darkness grabs me more and more I don’t know where to hide, When darkness follows me behind I don’t know where to run, Where darkness is creeping on I elude from myself when

Twist My Heart Again

Twist My Heart Again short poem

Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark

Tramp Of Laughter

Tramp Of Laughter short poem

Behind a moving lens, though all in black and white, He became the best at laughter with all of his might. With a flimsy cane at hand and the heart of a champ He wondered the streets like an innocent

Questions

Questions short poem

What is it that is missing? What is it that is changing? What is and is not worth saying? What prices are worth paying? Who will be here tomorrow? Who won’t be here tomorrow? Who out there is faking pity

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

I tell you love is but a dream. I vow never again to love, never again to be lost in the soft glow of orange light where love does grow and confound, bringing only confusion. I know now, know all

So Scandalous

So Scandalous long poem

Don’t take your faded floral Out the front door Your dirty laundry From this ship to that shore Don’t tell your lovers’ quarrel To the neighbor next door It’s a pity there are people who prey on The personal problems

Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

Something To Say…

Something To Say… short poem

Am I happy? Am I sad? Have I been good? Have I been bad? Look at me crippled Over there Look at me dancing Everywhere Am I really sitting still? Am I climbing up that hill? I am weaving my

Indelible Petrichor

Indelible Petrichor short poem

Grey billow of clouds So hopeful these are Filled with watery pearls Guaranteeing remedial shower Flashes of light Sounds of accosting thunder Declares to the dead world Charging to live the real wonder Season’s first kiss Between rain and earth

History

History short poem

Focused on burgundy palms as the age blinks, you start distressing on a unipolar pinnacle, biting the nails. The road absorbs the horizon. Perched on a controversial tree the birds break into small events to reach the grass roots. A

The Fabric

The Fabric short poem

There is a fabric being woven, good and true A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above Sometimes we

The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye short poem

You said you would be back in a minute But the minute became eternity. Swirling waters erased your physical presence And I was left with just a distant memory. Our journey was cut short You travelled to the other world

Haunted House

Haunted House short poem

A home full of poltergeists doesn’t sleep. Lights turn on, off, bulbs blow, glass Like shrapnel shreds soles until swept up. But the linoleum stays stained and the stains Shift and fade to resemble faces, fade again. Leaving only the

Slay Queens

Slay Queens short poem

Big bust & even big bottom, Mass of horsehair on head, Brazilian weaves precisely, Fake eyelashes, long & thick, Fresh lipstick, inviting lips, Less clothing, leaving little imagination room, Their pack intact, Passport, thick thighs, I phone & strong liver…

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth long poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Love anecdote

Love anecdote short poem

Wisest of the wise always quote Poison for the poison is anecdote Hatred and contempt is to float From one boat to another boat At times a mote takes us- remote This is how humans promote Vices on the chest

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

Existential Sisters

Existential Sisters ode

We, You and I, Are individuals. As individuals, Regardless of how steadfastly We assert individuality, We’ll either blend in Or be drowned in a sea of Excessively passionate individuals; Each uniquely manufactured to personify Their respective soul. We, You and

Enough

Enough short poem

we all get there eventually our own line in the sand then its time to move on with your hat in your hand though not with regret but with lessons well learned bid farewell to the past and the battle

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

Milkweed

Milkweed short poem

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The

The Daisy In A Vase

The Daisy In A Vase short poem

Through the stormy desert Your thirst staggered for days, And ends up sipping Fresh experiences as consolation. An ocean of memories inside heart Constantly combust like wild flames, Yet seems so peaceful Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.

No Snow Falling

No Snow Falling elegy

No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses

Remorse

Remorse short poem

Remorse it is consuming me My integrity My peace I look into the mirror Evading my eyes For I see the shadow Of the remorse I converse With you I see it Mirrored in you The discomfort I sense Emanating

The Sulk

The Sulk short poem

Lapis lazuli: like a crazy theme of hostile doctrine, spawning a fierce battle of bulge. It was scary like a scrawny lizard climbing on the breasts. The hoarse retreat of the arm, when the lamb did not squeal under the

The Thing That….

The Thing That.... long poem

The Thing that helps me see… makes the world blurry. The Thing that makes me laugh…. makes me cry. The Thing that fixed me… is broken. The Thing that I try to show off… is terrible. The Thing they call

We Are A.c.e.

We Are A.c.e. long poem

We know it’s hard to believe From what your earthly eyes can see. We know it’s difficult to accept Since you are deficient in sensory depth. We know you haven’t been sufficiently prepared To come to terms with what’s really

You Are The One…

You Are The One... short poem

You are the one, who makes me laugh, You are the one, who makes me cry, My heart throbs for you, My soul longs for you, I desperately need you by my side. Through summer, through autumn, I need you

Expressionless

Expressionless short poem

A silent war with oneself devouring all the cells, the gory remains of words and grainy kisses of tears. A curved hook in the mouth to start a prayer for the freedom from whispers of brand and labels: liberation from

Bliss

Bliss short poem

You put on the keys, Check the gear, And your hands are on the wheel, Which you are about to steer. Your eyes are on the road ahead, Your hands are steady still. Driving is your passion, For you, it

Who Did I Become

Who Did I Become long poem

I remember the laughter and all of the smiles, The journey that seemed like a million miles, The happy times when I had such fun, But really….who did I become. I often wondered what life’s about, When it felt my

Making History

Making History short poem

Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so