Consentration Poems

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

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

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Inhibiting Spirals

Inhibiting Spirals short poem

Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable

Move Ahead

Move Ahead short poem

When you cannot find even a single way , Forget your past and begin a new day . Remember the sun up so high , Inspiring a million lives . Move out of your fear and listen to your heart

Action Equals Consequence

Action Equals Consequence short poem

Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside

All that is Dreamt

All that is Dreamt short poem

All that is dreamt, all that is lived, is Poetry. Rhythmic breaths, The beat of a heart, The fluttering of eyes. Each rendered piece of a life’s experience, Verses revealed, read, and reveled in. At times, our tears, the ink

The Lively – Lost Life

The Lively – Lost Life short poem

Beside the river stood a Gulmohar tree, With buds and flowers bloomed thee, Beautiful flowers of colour red, Filled my mind in morning bed. My open window viewed as many, All the creatures without weary. Lovely were the flowers That

Who I Am

Who I Am prose poem

Why won’t anyone listen to what I say, one ear out the other or completely pushed away? My voice is soft yes but I still have a voice, just like others’ decision to listen is their very own choice. I

Unseen

Unseen long poem

The angels among us, The ones that we can see We call them friends, lovers or family. They are there when we don’t know we need them at all. To guide us, love us or simply watch us fall. To

The Butterfly Stroke

The Butterfly Stroke short poem

A beautiful butterfly sits on my palm, Radiating the brilliance of its colors, Shades unseen, unfathomable… I am so mesmerized; I close my other palm on it to make it my own. I peek through the void created by my

Expressionless

Expressionless short poem

A silent war with oneself devouring all the cells, the gory remains of words and grainy kisses of tears. A curved hook in the mouth to start a prayer for the freedom from whispers of brand and labels: liberation from

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks long poem

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

Cup Of Sorrow

Cup Of Sorrow short poem

A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me short poem

When I was a kid There was interest, a little bit About toxication It was in my mood “It is a supplement good For health” I bought tobacco one day I remember that was day Of celebration Surprised act for

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Pure Murder

Pure Murder short poem

The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.

Beast Of Burden

Beast Of Burden short poem

He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I

In The Eyes Of A Child

In The Eyes Of A Child short poem

In the eyes of a child, I saw that it was heartbreaking That adults can compete For simple assumptions While it is simple to tell Beautiful and funny nonsense. I saw that he dreamed of recklessness And that he was

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

There’s voids of emptiness bridging you and me, Unknown to you, you are already known to me. You and me, like the two loops of the same knot, Baits of our own fate, one day we are destined to get

Keep Faith

Keep Faith short poem

Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish

Him

Him short poem

He plagues me Filling my mind with anxious darkness He chases me Haunting me through the day and into my dreams He curses me Young years replaced by pain He mocks me Telling me I am nothing more than a

That Night

That Night prose poem

THAT NIGHT, THE LOSS OF LIGHT. Looking at the door, I saw you without your light. You were holding yourself, trying to be strong with all your might. I couldn’t stop you from crying and seeing you made me decide

New Kings

New Kings short poem

And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of

Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few

Anger

Anger short poem

The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

The Colour Umber

The Colour Umber short poem

The umber colour is not any colour but all three at the same time, and to be any colour like a plain old blue, well be so inclined, and to tell a colour from another colour you must never be

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark short poem

Well and what is it I see in your eyes… Is it love or is it desire… What is it that keeps us from giving? Into the fire, is it the fear of getting? What you want then not wanting

Horse and Cart

Horse and Cart short poem

Did wise men from the Buddhist east Worship the child Jesus as messiah? If so, may not fungible god or fungi yeast Raise dough over the same fire? Was it reincarnated lama or messiah The Magi come thus far to

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

A Warming Kiss

A Warming Kiss short poem

I have just received a call from him, the unemployed educated youth, has come out of his house. He must be standing on a bus stop, in the busy hours of the Saturday evening. The whole world suffers from the

New Generation

New Generation short poem

One’s existence was threatened by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise. Repressive, explosive eyes. You are trapped in words beneath bewitching smile. The ‘V’ sign for violence becomes more obvious. That hits you in face. The eastern wind is blowing.

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

Burning In Love

Burning In Love prose poem

In the cosmos of your arms I defy gravity float buoyantly never to return from the abyss of your love. In the ocean of your eyes I dive deep to unravel hidden pearls surfacing not an option In the sunshine

In Rain Washed Night

In Rain Washed Night short poem

In rain washed night, When every thing is out of sight Because of hazy rainy splash seething the earth with drenched lash. Water gushes from lane to lane As if his filled glass has broken on plain And trickles on

There Is…

There Is... short poem

There Is… No beginning No end No foe No friend No truth No lie No ground No sky No laughter No tears No courage No fears No wrong No right No darkness No light No love No hate No drought

Hypocrite

Hypocrite short poem

Claim that you are this, when you’re not that Telling stories with plentiful lies Social climbers, climbing ladders Trying to reach the hands of fame Gossip will you bear everywhere Even if you trespass someone’s right Low profile people did

Like A Blind Man’s Tears

Like A Blind Mans Tears short poem

Some faces Will never see ’em again Nights of those summer Will never ever be the Same Some stories Will never paint rainbow in our heart oh silly reasons Will never break us apart Now going to tread the future

No More

No More short poem

No subway subversiveness, No footprints on a million grains of sand Falling away as you pass by Erased by the tides of desire… No trysting birds on bare branches, Devoid of leaves by the singeing sun No listening to your

The Doldrums

The Doldrums long poem

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A