Complexity Poems

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

Simplify

Simplify prose poem

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche

Poems containing references to : Complexity

Tale Of Two Waters

Tale Of Two Waters short poem

A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Exponential Change.

Exponential Change. prose poem

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years

My Life

My Life prose poem

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

What New Realms Await?

What New Realms Await? prose poem

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

Life

Life long poem

I watch the world go by, From my position at its periphery, I ask each day, For a sign, a message, Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful. My thoughts turn inward, My being aches with the pain of

Ideas

Ideas prose poem

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? prose poem

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

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Freedom

Freedom long poem

Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the

Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

Heaven Above

Heaven Above ballad

I wish I can travel across the sky. In a ship full of stars and the moon as guide. I will peak into heaven to see granny again. To find out if heaven is as she mentioned. The trees are

Pain Or Rain?

Pain Or Rain? short poem

That was the first beautiful rain in my life. I saw her in the drizzling rain. My heart pounded within my wet clothes. She never came again; Except the rain that comes regularly. That was the last beautiful rain in

Sentiments In Print

Sentiments In Print short poem

Words I write, sentiments in print. Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet! The world outside is an impersonal act, The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights, Of soaring kites, to gaze at star

Solitude – Unrequited Love’s Paradise

Solitude   Unrequited Loves Paradise long poem

You are a dream which can’t ever come true; You are the horizon, which can’t ever be touched; You are the cloud, which is never meant to rain; ………… if you stay, burn me in the fire of passion; if

Suffer For Your Art

Suffer For Your Art short poem

The poet is drunk his kisses taste like juniper crushed seashells fall from his socks it must be early Sunday morning pastors dreaming about goldfish pavement caresses like a cheese grater weak knees pray the inspiration dead or at least

A Lighter Sky

A Lighter Sky short poem

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten. I think I may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

Petrichor

Petrichor short poem

You’re lingering when the rain falls after a spell of dry that calls Give me the sweet scents when you hit the ground just like those scenes tied me around You’re the only memory that I can remember when my

Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

Curled up in the blanket of dim light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon, Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Wake Up Little Soul

Wake Up Little Soul short poem

Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare

All In The Name Of God ?

All In The Name Of God  ? prose poem

Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

Fear, Worry

Fear, Worry short poem

Preparation. Fear. Worry. An open door. A desk A pen An A4 booklet Noise Suddenly Sitting Quiet. A voice Instruction Begin. Reading Questions. White paper. Cryptic I can’t understand. Fear. Worry Panic Sweat SCREAM silently Tears Breakdown Closed Brain-death Failure

Let Me

Let Me short poem

I know your pain, I know your anguish, I know your agony, If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden! I know you hurt, I know you’ve been forgotten, I know you’ve been unloved, If you just open your

Bliss

Bliss short poem

Every time the phone lights up, I smile, I quickly pick up the phone and scroll, With a deep smile feeling it’s right, Am quick to text back but I pause, Wearing the smile that tells my tale, I gazed

Knowledgeable

Knowledgeable short poem

I am UNaware that Knowledge is so deep that it can’t be measured I thought the little knowledge that I gained is as huge as the universe I felt none could match my intelligence I believed that I can make

Clock

Clock short poem

Her heart was like a clock that I wanted to stop and rewind the dial back. Remembering the beginning. Following the curve of ticks as everything around disappeared. The ticks and tonks that throb as pulse. The blossom of smiles

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep?

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep? short poem

We have many levels of beautiful Some are clear and visible, We may touch an adorableness, Skins depth though questionable of beauty. Imagine all the colours see the silhouette, Lustrous smooth and adorable, Blush fullness of the lips, Yet still

Life

Life short poem

Life is a noble cloak Put on by each soul on earth May be silky, smooth or rough But everyone should wear it with We can wear it unstained We’re free to make its shape We may sometimes tear or

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World short poem

Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought

Without You

Without You short poem

It has been so long So many years That I haven’t seen you My heart craves for your presence, for your love At night I don’t count the stars I just look at them Because they look beautiful and they

Wrath

Wrath short poem

I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds

A Eureka Moment

A Eureka Moment short poem

I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of

An eventful Day, Sometime Back

An eventful Day, Sometime Back short poem

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

Dear Self Harm

Dear Self Harm short poem

Dear Self Harm, I know we’ve had this conversation before, But this time I’m throwing you out the door, I tried in the past but didn’t want to be rude, For after all you had done me such good. I

Drowned

Drowned short poem

Can hear the rush of water, change in the tempo of sound as I go down and pop up. They say, sound travels faster in water it sounds very different though, I am drowning I know for sure.. I drink

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the