Concentration Poems

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

Oh My Darling- Can You Listen To Me

Oh My Darling  Can You Listen To Me short poem

Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,

Poems containing references to : Concentration

Friends Or Foes?

Friends Or Foes? short poem

Women live by heart Men live by their heads. Former is close to Nature The latter aims at assets. Women’s path is of love Men’s is of meditation, Former flows out of heart The latter from concentration. Women tend to

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

The Mind

The Mind short poem

You are the most fickle thing of the world, You show the most amazing movie of the world, You are the game-changer of the world, Everything revolves around you in this world. Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most

Quenching Waters!

Quenching Waters! long poem

One man’s trash Is another man’s much, One man’s suck Is another man’s luck. They told me that once When I was two in the days of my months. They told me that as I grow; “I will find one

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Grains Of Sand

Grains Of Sand prose poem

History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was

The Champ

The Champ short poem

One of the greatest boxers on earth he was also the wisest Quick to move and landing lethal blows was what he did best Swing like a butterfly and sting like a bee was what he did so fast He

The Golden Pot Of Education

The Golden Pot Of Education short poem

The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .

Then It Is Love

Then It Is Love short poem

When the sky seems so near, the clouds seems to sing the song of your heart, The stars dancing in cycles, cycling all round you, When the wind seems to be playing your favorite guitar tune and its Waves smoothly

Fixation

Fixation long poem

Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that

De…

De... short poem

When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open the gates of tears

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Familiar Face

Familiar Face prose poem

I look upon a face so familiar Always the same, yet ever changing. This day are you friend or foe? You exist not to inform, Nor to advise. Your face reminds me of what was, What is, And what is

Friend

Friend short poem

Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You short poem

I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself I should let you go after all the tears you’ve caused me to cry but you’re still so deep in my heart I think I’ll love you ’til the day I

Absconding Perpetrator

Absconding Perpetrator prose poem

Let me lick the drunken lips of your thirsty nights Le`chez rubbed with kisses Soul undressed in an ugly nudity of deceitful charm… Was it a forbidden thrill peeping out of hungry eyes? Or was it a bedridden dream of

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

Bare Tongue

Bare Tongue short poem

It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write

Inward Journey

Inward Journey short poem

And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The

Neither On Sky, Nor On The Shore

Neither On Sky, Nor On The Shore short poem

Sailing in thr ocean of thought, I was left with naught. Sun in water was sinking, My eyes sparkled without blinking. I was in the ocean’s core, Miles away from the shore. A wave flowed me away, With them a

Santa Claus

Santa Claus short poem

Every Christmas I receive All the gifts I want And, I wonder How Santa Claus Knows What I need most. My Santa Does not come All the way From North Pole Riding a Reindeer Sleigh! He does not Come in

Maple Leaf

Maple Leaf prose poem

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,

The Prince

The Prince sonnet poems

In a far away land, I used to call my own, There lives a King and a Queen whom people never disown. That’s why God give them a gift they call their son, A Prince that grew from a little

In Honor Of Alan Rickman

In Honor Of Alan Rickman short poem

Remember remember remember the past, The sparkling in our eyes with a tint of gold, Our youth was forbidden to last, The sorrows of the world began to unfold, Long aching days I spent, With red rimmed eyes, Thoughts and

A Little Friend!

A Little Friend! short poem

Cute a little, a nice friend she is! Always a little chittery, a chattery she is! Gets a little bittery, a battery she is! Anyways a little tingly, a tangly her life is! So a little blingly, a bangly her

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

Realization

Realization short poem

When I saw some kids, playing in the street, With a wish to join them, in that summer heat, Soon, a ray of realization came, That my innocence was no more the same. When I wanted to join, the youth

He And I

He And I short poem

He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it

Stand By Me

Stand By Me short poem

Now I bend my knees, from my heart I plead to your honour please, for you to stand by me. At times I stumble and fall, like a crumbling wall but I stay humble and call, for you to stand

Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship long poem

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Missing

Missing short poem

In the morning I miss my childhood In the mid day, the lunch We had together, In the evening the harmonious Sound of the musical tunes Of your talk, At night The short slumbers We had together, but now I

For You, I Will

For You, I Will short poem

If you can’t open your eyes and see the beauty of surroundings within you, If you can’t hear the sounds and hear the songs of the birds chirping, If you can’t smell the freshness of air, For you, I will

Angel Surround Me

Angel Surround Me short poem

Oh Angel Surround me and Keep me sane in such an insane world as today. Help me to be brave when I am frightened and afraid. Oh Angel Surround Me in your strong, strong wings now and always! Never let

She

She short poem

Every brunt she has to bear. Every music she has to face. Learn to value the word ‘she’ my dear. Because she is the whole humanity’s base. She encapsulated you when you were a homogenised matter. She bore the dreadful

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

The Redemption

The Redemption short poem

When all the leaves are brown And the sky ought to turn grey The silence blankets over I ain’t afraid of a thousand eyes If I have five hundred smiles But it seem so uncanny, so errie That old nick is

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call

Queen

Queen short poem

As I adore her divine smile, those eyes shimmering like never before. Whilst engrossed in grasping her hair as they plummet down on her face, she carries herself with an effortless grace. I remember she was a teenage girl just