Civilization Poems

Civilization poems bring the best collection of short and long civilization poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great civilization rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these civilization poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on civilization are here for you.

Today’s Civilization’s Clamor !

Todays Civilizations Clamor ! short poem

“Does being at zenith of civilization vouch for unleashing mindless violence ? Does being at highest norm of humanity vouch to be swayed by the religious demagogues? Does rebuttal of one human with another vouch for the ‘blood’ of another

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Let Us See The Real Earth

Let Us See The Real Earth short poem

Let the little bud gloom its petals, Let the cuckoo fly, Let the stream join the river, Let the vapour go high, Let the new leaves grow, And let them fall as they dry, Let the child play with sand,

In The Woods

In The Woods prose poem

Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to

Animal

Animal prose poem

We are animals. Civilization, thousands of years in the making. The animal, millions of years in the making. Animal instincts etched into each cell of our being. Survival, procreation, deeply embedded into our souls. We think ourselves apart from, superior,

Poems containing references to : Civilization

River

River prose poem

I wish to be a river. Why do you laugh? I’m not joking, I really want to be a river Why? Just because River is not only a river. River is civilization. River is culture. River is humanity. River is

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

Classrooms

Classrooms long poem

When I enter into the Class Can hear the noise of screwing and grinding Some of them sing and write Few bite and threaten Last benchers fearlessly chewing the bubblegum of life Girls beholding the elegant fingers Blackboard turns into

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

The Appointment

The Appointment long poem

Naked in shade, feet tough as alligators even to the steel-belted shreds flicking at weed-tips, the male body knows little peace: it is either a machine for cocking and throwing, heaving emblem of a beast or a tub of sourdough

Point A

Point A prose poem

If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,

Epic Zone

Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in

Seeing In Future

Seeing In Future short poem

Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread We will have new civilization growing with

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom ballad

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and

Ancestors

Ancestors long poem

Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I

A Martyr’s Eulogy

A Martyr’s Eulogy elegy

On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The

Temptation

Temptation short poem

What is it? Why is it? Is it a desire of something wrong, something bad? Is it a desire of something we shouldn’t have. Why do we desire things we shouldn’t have? Who says we shouldn’t have have it? Who

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

Obituary To School Children Killed In Pakistan

Obituary To School Children Killed In Pakistan short poem

Stalking death, pale faced Invaded the gods’ nest Turning it into the valley of dead In loving company of blind sense. Nations awake, staring to each other with surprising faces Smelt the blood of innocents, tiny faced, Embarking upon tolling

God Pricking

God Pricking short poem

Hapless souls still living, Dumping all shortcomings on clumsy faith. Gathering ignorance quite strenuous, Marking uncertain gains on life’s expense Without precious self, follies unexpectedly streaming brains. Waste of dying sense builds toll monuments What we often call civilization in

Thought 2

Thought 2 long poem

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Conflict Within

Conflict Within prose poem

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

How Can They Possibly Know?

How Can They Possibly Know? prose poem

How will it change when we know? How will civilization be rearranged? All that we known comes from one place and time, one little speck in space. Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.

Perspective And The Journey.

Perspective And The Journey. prose poem

Our Universe is unimaginably large. Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy

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Tranquility

Tranquility short poem

When depression laugh in my ears Pain and suffering awaits me I take a walk along the sandy beach The purple brightness at the horizon which appears when the sun takes a deep dip in the sea make my mind

Beauty Dances

Beauty Dances short poem

Beauty dances on her face She is a flower from beautiful race Graceful gait from face to face No one else be able to trace If you come across in case You may not be able to face Touch Me

Anything Is Possible.

Anything Is Possible. prose poem

Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By

Fate Of Every Relation

Fate Of Every Relation short poem

Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is

Poetry That Speaks For Itself

Poetry That Speaks For Itself short poem

I listen to the words of the song that the blind blues player sings Sweat running down his face, neck muscles in a tight strain Sounding as if he’s lived every word he is singing I feel the sting in

Black Tea

Black Tea prose poem

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

Insurrection

Insurrection long poem

There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls

Adelaide Rain Mirrored

Adelaide Rain Mirrored ballad

His words spoke to me as it rained- of a struggle with feelings drowned by fate! In his poem of beauty he showed- me life drawn by a game of quoits! His words kiss the rain with heed – to

Salvage Vows

Salvage Vows short poem

The sea claims, here you are at my door. Leave behind the bustling streets. Walk up to me, pardon my storminess. Bury your feet in my sand and close your eyes. I shall salve you of endless perplexity and unrest.

Teach Them with Love

Teach Them with Love long poem

I once was you I walked with your view. I endured your trial. I paced your mile. So please do not close your mind, Or wisdom will be left behind. Your path will be hard, But be on guard, For

Gift

Gift short poem

The power of your soul the power of voices in you, the strength you carry as a person, the reason of your being. we all have it in a shell deep within us, when the time is right, it cracks

Oh You Haunt Me So

Oh You Haunt Me So short poem

I just can’t ever run away from you You’re always present everywhere I go It is your face on people that I see A shadow anywhere that I may be I sleep amidst your memory in bed You figured in

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

Round the corner, there is a park I started walking through, which is scary and dark. I paced up when I heard the dogs bark. I was so scared as I started to embark. There’s no light except for the

Tears Behind The Mask

Tears Behind The Mask short poem

My shadow couldn’t find the mirror In the meadow of terror and horror Unseen deeds won’t see any of my face Not for sigh, stare, and amaze in balance Covered lips keep a thousand smiles Through the undone life and

After Receiving Your Hot Note

After Receiving Your Hot Note short poem

I think of this sunthundered afternoon when spiderling superheroes in sandwich boards “6.99 Any Pizza” at crossroads wave at transport as it passes. Sunlight is too bright for you like that redhead in black gladiator sandals and little grey dress

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun