Collinwood Poems

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

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

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Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

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Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

A Life Worth Living

A Life Worth Living prose poem

What the human mind can conjure.There is a Creator, in my mind there is no doubt. To some degree I can know a man’s mind, but the Creator’s mind is beyond mine to know. There are charlatans amongst us who’ll

Mother Dear

Mother Dear short poem

She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the

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

Endearment

Endearment short poem

When you stimulate to be in love. Does thine heart at a chancy verge of ignorance? Secluded in your heart whose name is it? Don’t rely upon the misbelief, That love is blind. It is an outrageous , exotic though

Death

Death short poem

Death is so painful. When you lose someone you love it is so painful. The longing to see them once again is almost unbearable. Their memory will never be forgotten. Their loss can make you feel so rotten. You have

The Death of a Dream

The Death of a Dream short poem

Yesterday, my dream died Perhaps it could have survived But your piercing words proved fatal and it lost the battle Now I am mourning for the loss of my only friend who took care of my hopes my torn wishes,

In The Night

In The Night short poem

My eyes itch and burn, Rubbing them doesn’t help, Drops by the bottle, Relief however brief held. Vision isn’t what it once was, Bloodshot red pupils dilated, Restless they wander, Rolling around irritated. Fixed on images throughout the room, Narrow

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

Number King

Number King short poem

All hail the King who gives thee numbers. Those who fear him shall stand beside him, And laugh with him, Only to be crushed by him like all other unsatisfactory numbers. Faces upon faces upon names upon names, Thrown into

Love Sonnet 155

Love Sonnet 155 sonnet poems

You built me up, favored by your light’s glow, To bask thereat, as world lies at my feet, I half believe my luck, the times that flow, Still sweet, even through nights of hale and sleet; Your tender touch, soft

Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy short poem

This night oh what a bright night! the late night seems like a fantasy so beautiful the fire flies are so big the moon seems it’s almost as if the fire’s light is dancing as I lie in my tent

I’m A Survivor

I’m A Survivor long poem

Why do some people wanna make your life a living hell, is it because they’re not happy with their own lives well as far as I’m concerned they can go to the Devil ‘cuz…? If you don’t like me then

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

Moon Struck…

Moon Struck... short poem

I have put the darkness behind the burning flesh. This world was not very open. Stoically I lift the nameless grief and take a leap in the blind shaft. Morality had always been in contrast with enormous guilt. The adventure

Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

When I Was A Raven

When I Was A Raven long poem

When I was a raven, I flew out of the night, My ebon wings flashed and glistened in the light. The wind it held me high and carried me away, But not a soul would listen to the words I

Through The Doors Of A Running Train

Through The Doors Of A Running Train short poem

What is seen cannot be told, This beautiful moment cannot be put on hold, The beauty of silhouttes when the sun goes down, The moon soars up and the wolf in me starts to moan. The sky is studded with

Nobody’s Fool

Nobodys Fool ballad

Will I ever be your one and only, will I ever mean that much to you I know she broke your heart, tore your dreams apart, but you’re nobody’s fool You say she left you without warning, but we both

Personal Battle

Personal Battle short poem

You were sent to fight a war That has yet to be won You are forced to leave your newborn son You go to a place and face death everyday There is nothing to say You fight each day and

A Faithful Friend

A Faithful Friend long poem

How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend

Wounded

Wounded prose poem

From the sneaky shadows and frightful darkness, his saddened soul released terrifying wickedness. Things which had died, arose from deep inside. Perhaps it didn’t really demise, but simply hide. Even he was surprised, but dismissed his pride. Our own heart

One Fine Day

One Fine Day short poem

The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up

What Shall I Be?

What Shall I Be? short poem

Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power

The Difficulty Of A Memory

The Difficulty Of A Memory short poem

One difficulty still haunting him That time could not absolve Was the invisible sense that would come over him Deep in the night when suddenly, forced awake From exhaustion, he’d remember the war A village, a road, or maybe the

Competition

Competition prose poem

Everywhere you look in the world people are competing for something But there must also be some room for people everywhere to be uniting At times competition brings us together Yet there are times when it makes us fight against

I Have, I Want

I Have, I Want short poem

I want to write But can’t get right words I want to express a lot But can’t find correct expression I have a lot of feelings inside me But no one to express for I want to fly high I

Burn Out The Night

Burn Out The Night long poem

Live it up, live it up tonight Go wild, go crazy, and go insane It’s all good, do what you Want to do and BURN OUT THE NIGHT… Have ya some of this and Have ya some of that, unleash

Girls Of Ix C (2016)

Girls Of Ix C (2016) short poem

Gems of world – all girls my pride Are happy and make so when tried; Drashti & Mansi – best friends tied To another as a fly to sugar when spied. Sanjana and Dhruvi with all stride Ahead to make

Nobody Knows

Nobody Knows short poem

Nobody knows that I’ve been stealing glances of you That from day one I was always enamored of you. Nobody knows how I’ve been writing letters for you Letters that have heard how I longingly called for you. Nobody knows

Broken, Dead And Dangerous

Broken, Dead And Dangerous short poem

The dangerous chainsaw of destruction, the damp and musty cemetery of cruelty, the dreaded dead drug of desperation, the dusty dirty crossroads of determination, the hollow eyeball socket of fear, the mysterious lake mist of hatred, the mindless needle of

Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

The Voice Of A Deceased Victim

The Voice Of A Deceased Victim short poem

Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

Going Home

Going Home short poem

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are trying to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Just trying to survive. You’re

Eddy Puss

Eddy Puss short poem

A herd of Chicanos is on TV thanking some mike on a stick Complementing my all pill breakfast It’s time to write clinical sonnets to girls in biology The looming plurality of entendres hopefully penetrating their big hair They don’t