Conceit Poems

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

The Warbler, The Cell

The Warbler, The Cell ode

Behold now the warbler In different sizes, forms and colours, it appears With its limitless boundaries, the warbler crosses any border Yet how light or so unseen are its feathers Its voice, piercing through the blank space The echo resounding

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Tears Unstopped

Tears Unstopped prose poem

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

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?

Facade

Facade short poem

New beginnings and cries, The hatred and unbound lies, Incandescent retorts that menace, And preys on my existence. Who would say, this creature, Once exuded exuberance? Will you ever give, Perhaps a second glance? This heart will ache, Tears will

Elevation

Elevation long poem

Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,

I Am Within Myself A World

I Am Within Myself A World short poem

I am within Myself a world The rest, they are mere satellites Orbiting round Me in intimate swirl; I am the dark iris, they the white; I am salvation, the perfect particle, I am a masterpiece complete; I am nirvana,

Stars Fade

Stars Fade short poem

The days are separating. I can count to a thousand and I’d still be waiting. When I look upon the stars, I see ours is fading. Devils I make within myself say you hate me. Well, I love you dear.

Adrian The Great, Canto 1

Adrian The Great, Canto 1 long poem

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

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The New Horizon

The New Horizon short poem

Male, a heaven in natural ways A blossom in to my heart of agony Cheer up me with power … On the lovely beds of Indian ocean. The music of heaven Playing in the odds Enrich me a lot A

Proud To Be A Woman

Proud To Be A Woman short poem

I may be a mother, I may be a sister I may be a daughter, I may be a wife I may be a friend or I may be any part of your life You see me always around you

A Christmas Tree

A Christmas Tree prose poem

Christmas December comes Everything in market is labeled Special discounts display on Packs and boxes of gifts Colorful nights light up Children look for Santa Claus Christmas bazaar invites Christmas trees as well to be sold Children want a tree

Being a Poet

Being a Poet short poem

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Highway

Highway short poem

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

A Real Life Loving Fairy Tale

A Real Life Loving Fairy Tale long poem

Well I guess I’m just one in a million few that still believes in love and the dream of dreams come true when you wish upon a lucky star up above… Well and I wonder why some people give up

Let it go….

Let it go.... short poem

I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right. And although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding

Wasteland

Wasteland short poem

Corpses floating in the river A child slowing dying at the roadside Watching men unload massive sacks of rice She pleaded and cried Gunshots heard in the night Screams for mercy unheard The smell of death filled the air Lifeless

Why

Why short poem

I see a future of war And evil dissent Of poverty and famine And dark discontent A world descended Into desolate gloom All joy and laughter Chased out of the room I see helpless children Lining wasted streets Tattered, just

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

To My Parents

To My Parents short poem

I don’t want to know why the sky is blue I don’t want to see the works done by you I don’t want to know about your occupation I don’t want to waste your all attention, on me. Cause all

Nasty World

Nasty World ballad

The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,

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.

Broken

Broken short poem

If only I could vanish from your prying eyes I would slip away into a dream of mines I’d return unto a time from long ago A time before I fell below below your feet where I’m stepped upon What

Her First Smile

Her First Smile short poem

Suddenly it so happened Our vision collided…. A pause for a moment Like it had stuck in time… You stood there only for second But it seemed to last forever… Snapping into reality You kept on walking on… Dumbfounded I

Goons

Goons short poem

Tux, ties, tuxedo Gun fires, they echo Drug, bribe, tobacco Yacht, boats, torpedo All trolls, the mohawks Haircuts, them dreadlocks Never legit, neither original New fashioned, invisi-balls Classic hats No baseball cap Black neat coat No hoodies, cloak The fags

Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain

Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain short poem

Leave me alone to cry in the still of the night where rustle of cold waves tickle my cheeks and the darkness of deep forest enchant me to get lost into its solitude I still can read the words of

Poetry

Poetry long poem

Sometimes I feel Isolated. I hate it F is all I see when my papers are graded. I sit in the back of the bus and class faded. I have this mind that is painted on a canvas. There’s still

Out Of God’s Eyes

Out Of Gods Eyes sonnet poems

Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the

Hero

Hero short poem

Some times I feel disenchanted from the ordeal that is life. How good it would be to let go completely to have a free fall or get out of the rat race stand aside and laugh at the world even

Life: A Sea

Life: A Sea short poem

Life is so much like a ship in a stormy sea, Always dicey and hard. You have to become a smart sailor, In order to make your way through those thunderous yet subtle waves. It checks you time and again,

The Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are

The Silent Joy

The Silent Joy prose poem

I am smiling simply for the joy of being here with you; my heart could laugh about it but a smile has much more of a story to tell. The sun is warm on my face and the music begins

Prisoners

Prisoners short poem

I used to think that fish In little bowls and aquariums Were pitiful prisoners of men Deprived of freedom Defined by frontiers Hindered by limits But now I know that fish Might be happy in their prisons Able to explore

Words countdown

Words countdown short poem

A thought so perturbing that questions our state of being what is the purpose of this life and living? too short a time and the doubts unending this countdown in sync with our birth sooner demystified the better it is

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

A Child In Gloom

A Child In Gloom short poem

At the time of divorce, they asked me “With whom do you want to live, my child?” I looked at my parents…….. wondering What my life would be After their painful separation They always mention How hard it’s for them

The Ferry Ride

The Ferry Ride short poem

Snow capped mountains Peak from ice cold waters Birds the colour of frozen rain Dance above, looking for sustenance Careless waves splash against the hull of this floating vessel The sun kissing through the clouds As we drift on past

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

What Life Is All About

What Life Is All About prose poem

Have you ever thought, what Life is all about? Going through the sacred books and various philosophical tales, Here is the conclusion I drew: Life is all about taking risks, Life is all about joining dots, Completion of one task

Soulmates By Luck

Soulmates By Luck short poem

Aren’t we like above? I call this thread like a Stroke of Serendipity For our souls were sent Intertwined till a place Broke somewhere, lost Vanished to place Unbeknown to me, to us But my be we were bound To

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