Community Poems

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

Community Vitality

Community Vitality ode

Community divisions Shatter all livings Trust, respect and honor One and each other You do not need a donor You need a good mother Kids would learn by watching Much more than they learn by listening The value of trust

Community

Community short poem

I was made in a community Where most seeked unity But hate flowed fluently Filled with Ghosts and dried blood stains! I was raised by the village, love wasn’t given mutually But financial balances created separation Anger left hearts vacant

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Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning short poem

God is waiting condensed within the church for the mosaic of belief to arrive. a mile away the minister is loosely holding the steering wheel of his aged sedan stunned by visions of dazzling supermarket aisles barking abundance and glittering

The Beauty Of Winter

The Beauty Of Winter long poem

The cold air seeped down with no heart, What was once a sea of beauty and life, Now had been turned to a grave of white and death, The city had almost all but stopped living too. Morning turned to

Poems containing references to : Community

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Coma

Coma short poem

« I shall remember while the light lasts And in the darkness I shall not forget » [“Non-Catholic” Cemetery, Rome: headstone 2515] Unable to Enlighten the twilight between consciousness And unconsciousness She leaves aside the despair Of those attending -Just

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

Entertainment

Entertainment prose poem

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

God’s Will

Gods Will short poem

God gave each of us Two ears but only one mouth Just to listen more And not too much brag about. Even if we need to talk Talk to the “Self” That is the real talk Rest is not worth

Our Poetic Bond (Thank You Kenneth!)

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Launch of Hindi/Urdu Poetry Section

Launch of Hindi/Urdu Poetry Section news and updates

Now let poetry flap its wings and sing to the sky in a language that not just carries a rich literary history but is also close to the heart in an unexplainable way. HighOnPoems launches the most awaited Hindi Poetry

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

Tulsi Roots

Tulsi Roots long poem

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

Writing For Peace

Writing For Peace ode

Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Violence Against Women

Violence Against Women long poem

From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo!

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo! long poem

I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign

Golden Opportunity For Unity

Golden Opportunity For Unity ballad

Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the

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Lady In White

Lady In White ode

Black from face, A living grace, Behold her!!! She is the ‘Lady In White’. Flying High, Her consort’s cape, Died in War, She is the ‘Lady In White’. Tears escaping, Exuding her eyes, Rolling through her cheeks, She is the

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Saga With Durga

Saga With Durga short poem

They were fated to face that minor road mishap The vehicle got tripped due to use of sudden brake It was August 1997, when my parents traveled by that cab Ignoring evil Oman earlier, my father left home without shake

Launch of Poetry Book Section

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HighOnPoems announces the launch of our new section – Poets and their Published Books If you are a poet and have your work published, HighOnPoems is a perfect place to promote your book and get noticed within a huge community

A Beacon In The Storm

A Beacon In The Storm short poem

The storms rage on, beating brows and bending backs Trees in the winds; swaying else they may snap Collars pulled tight and heads bowed down Not daring to look up at the deluge all around Through gloomy days and long,

Egalitarian Humanism

Egalitarian Humanism prose poem

What did it mean to be human? What does it mean to be human? What will it mean to be human? Humanity has fought and clawed its way to the current. Wars and superstitions filled our hearts and minds. King

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Dog-god Palindrome (What a Howl!)

Dog god Palindrome (What a Howl!) short poem

If a dog were to worship a Dog-God How would it go? Bow-wow, Roll over, bark, snap or howl, As would any dog? Will it troop or droop its tail, Flail, fawn, whimper or wail? Piteously or piously at the

Outrageous

Outrageous short poem

Everybody was half-naked on the trail of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. A single vacant look. “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames. No coming

I Muse Life

I Muse Life ballad

I… signed your smile while pain betrayed today’s genesis stunning relief beneath purple galaxy filaments. smile awhile, while sourwood fall atop meadows dipped mystic dew of old untolds renewing that Me… Us… running steps mountain high…valley depths saturate sweet sweat

A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another

Grandpa’s Photo

Grandpas Photo prose poem

We used to have a house, ignorant of his birthday anniversary. Its wall was hanged on a black and white photo, The photo hanged by a thread made of the fur of a goat coming from pre-Islamic era, The thread

Lunch Time

Lunch Time short poem

How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian

Imposed Formalities

Imposed Formalities prose poem

An irritable child of six, the targeted television set, screaming mindlessly for their selfish wants. Sickly subdued female hands, male regulated, sans rest, roll dough in the damp kitchen. Cool expanse of fresh air where mind swims free at its

The Sunflower

The Sunflower prose poem

On the road side, many marvelous flowers are grown in a garden, Like many other flowers, it has a bright open- It turns towards sun and puffs up in pride, With a reddish brown centre, it can thrive, It has

My Heart

My Heart prose poem

As I’m slowly drifting away. Do you even care that our memories are fading away? Feeling like this it’s like a new invention. Was breaking my heart your true intention? Now when I mention your name I drown in a

Walking By Windows

Walking By Windows long poem

The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting

The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.