Complicated Poems

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

My Exception

My Exception short poem

Have you ever had a love so wrong that it’s not? What about a friend, so ugly that they’re hot? I won’t deny it, I don’t feel this way a lot. Maybe I’ll make an exception… I hate you’re far

Poems containing references to : Complicated

Facade

Facade short poem

We often wear the masks to hide, To fit in more, to better survive. Hide behind the complicated smiles, Confident, no one would catch our lies. Nothing seems a bit real now, Even the shadow now takes a bow. We

Who am I?

Who am I? short poem

I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry The mere praises of people never thrill me; but the ones who love me for what I am does I like smiling at the butterflies dancing

The Seeker

The Seeker short poem

Walking around, with an emptiness that rends our heart and soul. In pursuit of possessions and achievements. sporting a vast and deep hole, which we strive to ignore. Until it holds us by our throats, we can avoid it no

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Illustrious Or Inglorious

Illustrious Or Inglorious short poem

Life is a simple play Don’t make it mysterious. All complicated words wrapped into one, Make a bunch of gawky efforts and simultaneous grief. Myriad mementos contemplating miseries, Do no less than to future, humiliation and bad welcoming. That’s what

The Whitworths

The Whitworths prose poem

It was both a complicated and a simpler place and time A very noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime A place though legally dry, yet filled with moonshine and wine Where peace and freedom were purchased by

This Is Just Another Day

This Is Just Another Day short poem

This is just another day Of my torment cherubs play Not to forget in all dismay Each night I dream of you I lay Something twisted in the way Guardian angel fights in disarray My horse I ride to cross

False Truth

False Truth short poem

Fateful memories prick me today Taking me back to life’s old way A storm of dry and vacant tears Snatches away all my cheers My deadly life just spins around Making me sit back rolled up in a wound Cause

Midnight Friendship

Midnight Friendship short poem

You called me at midnight the other day And told me you can’t sleep I yelled at you for waking me up Hung up the phone Went back to bed And this time I couldn’t. So I called you back

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

The Bird Nest

The Bird Nest short poem

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents? Does it watch other birds? No to either. Instinct is what is said. How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean

एक छोटी सी असलियत

एक छोटी सी असलियत kavita

एक इंसान की हक़ीकत क्या है ज़िन्दगी से उसे निस्बत क्या है दिल में जो हो कह नहीं पाये खुद का सच भी सह नहीं पाये पी न सके निश्छल प्याले से छल का दंश भी सह नहीं पाये हँस

Mama Earth

Mama Earth prose poem

Isn’t this a wonderful planet we call Earth, with conflicting ways of how she was given birth? In The Holy Bible it’s by God’s Hands how everything thing was formed, even man. But science well, they have a different story,

I Am Legend

I Am Legend long poem

I am legend like will smith Die hard like Bruce Willis With a beautiful body like Anna Nicole smith A warrior hardened like Mr and Mrs Smith One of a kind in my mind like the matrix Smith Sit back

The Cry of our Children

The Cry of our Children poetry books

‘The Cry of our Children’ is simply a marvelous collection of poems, full of emotions and feelings in one book by poet Ruth Andrews. Though the writer has dedicated her book to motherhood and child- mother relation, this book has

Mother

Mother short poem

Simple as a thought, even though she is complicated, like a jigsaw puzzle… Hard like diamond, yet soft like wool, deep within… She is different, even though she is, a common human like us… Her lustrous black hair, and sparkling

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I love your confidence & your style. I love the way you gaze me & smile. I love your lips when they touches me for a while & also your shining little Chinese eyes. I love you when you say

Beauty Remembered

Beauty Remembered short poem

Am changing by the minute, my heart recognizes, my body hides it. Crushed I’ve exceeded my limit. The mind knows, but not my appearance. I forget my pain with medication, can’t give an accurate account. Some believe I’m a hypochondriac,

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If Tomorrow Never Comes

If Tomorrow Never Comes short poem

Said you’ll see her tomorrow, When all she hoped, was for you to hold her a moment longer… Today. You thought you’d make it up to her next time, When all she craved for, is your time… Today. You gave

Drama

Drama short poem

A fugitive chameleon sits on my window sill daily, ceding the space horizon to thickness of delusion; wants to decimate the infamous rotting image of man, shining everyday in lush damaging gossips. A perfect imperfection of treachery to attack the

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

Soul Mate

Soul Mate long poem

Loneliness that breaks my heart When I am alone I think of you When I think, I remember you When I remember you I feel pain When I feel pain I cry for you My heart aches for you and

The Love that Never Claims its due

The Love that Never Claims its due short poem

My love is pure I am very sure My love is deep it will never sleep My love is strong It can never be wrong My love is mad It makes me glad My love is divine It will always

Sovereignty

Sovereignty short poem

Living someone’s else death? Was that an explicit experiment? Starting with an Adonis to stitch the wounds of angels. An unlikely walk through the tumor of breast, where no milk ejects the ancestory. I hold the words without meaning. It

Fog

Fog ode

‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not

Stray Reflections

Stray Reflections short poem

Yet another threshold to archives consigned Not greatly different & equitably assigned Peaks yet to be scaled troughs I still contend Old resolve as essence logic even now defend A blend nearly flawless but for the final whisk That tells

Inner Voices

Inner Voices short poem

traveling backward in dark to meet my father I held the hands of my grandchild in broken dawn of random spring to collect the lost years of old house where we could not meet and he sat feet resting on

Wither

Wither short poem

Cry over my body And tell me I’m not gone Fetch my orange shades And rest them on my face Gather my favourite CDs Those you will play alone for weeks to come Spread them out around me And admire

Kissing Gods

Kissing Gods short poem

When we slept through our naked loops, there was a silent call. Moon was out walking on the street peeping through the glass window, the crossed legs. Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you know the impropriety of leaves,

Verbatim

Verbatim short poem

Can you come outside of you? The dream inside a dream of the show. It must go on. For prudence of plucking from singularity of indifference, of mooning. Once upon a moon in timeless moon a green snake entered the

Loving What I Hear

Loving What I Hear short poem

It was there when I was not Born. Gently playing even when I Mourn. Slowly awakening the hearts full of Stone. And purposely breaking the ice I can’t Burn. It reflects the way I Act. It inspires the way I

Love Sonnet 36

Love Sonnet 36 sonnet poems

My love is much like gem of royal crown, Appraised through fire that it’s luster would bring, And though no throne, my heart has ever known, With her around, I would feel like a king; She is at par with

Destiny beckons you

Destiny beckons you short poem

Destiny beckons you… Does it? Does it really exist? I mean the destiny. And If it does then why does it beckon Why doesn’t it just happen??? Isn’t it supposed to be that way??? No you fool you have to

Thoughts For John

Thoughts For John short poem

Sighs for broken skies allow wasted moments down beneath the sands of now to stay up late and shoot the breeze and acquiesce on tearful seas so loud they shroud the better sounds to which they should concede. lonely left

I Was Just A Piece Of Your Thoughts

I Was Just A Piece Of Your Thoughts ballad

When that drop came to see you my heaven was just that tear Just my conscience could smell you without the nose which was already taken My heart beat just stopped like the ruined clock in your room My legs

Escape

Escape prose poem

It’s dark and deep Desperation dies in the lap of disappointment The muffled drum still beats I still breathe But that feeling of being alive I guess I dropped it somewhere during the struggle That august night and now it’s

Regenerating

Regenerating short poem

The trembling hands were ostrasized for living more than the mafia. Why the marigold will not use the magical potent to understand the conceit? Wounded by street an unease settles on devestated trees. How the broken moon will rise now?