Conveyor Poems

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

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

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My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Caution!

Caution! short poem

An escalator is an insatiable ogre gesturing a continual ragged-nailed come hither promising what is kept at its end is to be desired beyond candy, beyond any comfort of family. it breathes a single anticipatory breath an idiot predator focused

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Soulmate

Soulmate short poem

It runs deep Deep into the soul Deep into the caverns of the clan. Its lineage since existence. Always on the prowl Hunting for the one Vulnerable and welcoming. Knocking on the thinner walls Feeding on negatives. To find an

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

Do Not Do That To Me

Do Not Do That To Me short poem

whenever they need something I gave them with pleasure as I am there mother mother river without me they wont be able to live I always stand by their side this is my oath to never leave them alone but

The Miss

The Miss short poem

From dawn till dusk The clock ticked on One little talk is all i want; Patience had become my enemy Without you I seemed all empty; The smile on your face did win my heart Cause you are the one

Lists

Lists short poem

Lists of listlessness Lay piled Along with linen Waiting to be washed, dried and ironed. And I just did. Found my list clean And crisp without creases Just plain white paper For my scribbled squiggly dreams painted in varied hues.

‘Gandhism’- A tribute to Mahatma !

Gandhism  A tribute to Mahatma ! short poem

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

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

The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat ode

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

Listening To Forgive

Listening To Forgive short poem

A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the

Love Sonnet 97

Love Sonnet 97 sonnet poems

Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though

10:32 Pm

10:32 Pm short poem

Is it possible to only think in rhymes? To string words together like tunes in a chime, To connect the dots like expressions to a mime, And get it right each and every time? I’m not a ‘poet’ of that

Gift Of Love

Gift Of Love short poem

She knows how I feel, She know that its real..! But fate knows it better, Of what it has to cater..!! Chaos reigns in this love, Circumstances written from above..! We hope to change it, But dare not disrupt it..!!

A Few More Moments

A Few More Moments short poem

Superficial Yet so deep.. The bond The desire To be One soul Two hearts That beat as one… Breaking shackles Sharing agony & pain Panacea Expectations A justification to live To what extent How does a relationship start? Where does

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

Roses Red, Coral, Blue

Roses Red, Coral, Blue short poem

Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep

Where Elephants Go

Where Elephants Go prose poem

She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who

The Empty Room

The Empty Room short poem

I stood silently watching the room it was my last time there. My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom that was too hard to bear. With heavy heart I swallowed my tears while I was held and kissed. I knew

Through A Cat’s Eyes

Through A Cats Eyes short poem

She stands on all four a guild of colors and patterns- rubbing off mystery and heed with pries for eyes! I reach for her head; she purrs faster than my pitapat. I go back to my kitchen, shut the door,

Authors Logur

Authors Logur short poem

In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will

Involved With Her

Involved With Her long poem

Standing in a field, Just feeling cool. My mind settles down like a glass of water. See a clear sky, blue above me. A sound I heard like a voice of an angel. It waves into my ears. Looking into

My Sunshine

My Sunshine short poem

In the darkest of hours, I still knew there will be dawn, You will arise like a sun, To fill me with light and warmth, To make the world beautiful for me, To make me your Queen, In the chariot

Asase

Asase long poem

I awake from my slumber as beauty calls my name. My eyes reach for the wooden roof That rest above the clouds. They were adjusting From my dreams which occupied my mind My ears are terrified From the silence made

The King’s Demise

The King’s Demise short poem

He knows no boundaries in deeds of evil Sinning wilfully Swollen with conceit Disguising himself as a servant of righteousness Masquerading the truth An imposter going from bad to worse He takes revenge on all who oppose him Making threats

Love Me Too

Love Me Too short poem

I love you I only say it because it’s true Why it is I don’t have a clue Instinctively no doubt I just do Given no choice my love grew A picture perfect painting I drew It may be overdrawn

Poem Of The Elements

Poem Of The Elements short poem

The smoke rises higher and the fire’s centre burned so bright We all sat around it as if transfixed by its almighty rite The shadows we create cannot penetrate its heat We burn some rabbit from this afternoon and feast,

We May Decide

We May Decide short poem

We May Decide My sweetheart come over to me in exile To meet face to face and know each other In the process we may decide for a while To be heart to heart and to avoid the altar On

Journey Back To You

Journey Back To You short poem

If I ever lose my way, promise to help me find my way back, I know it won’t be easy because it’s such a setback. If I forget who I really am, remind me as you always have, You’re the

Half-empty picture frames

Half empty picture frames short poem

I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.

A Polite Entreaty

A Polite Entreaty short poem

Once it touches it savors, A specialty or a perfect taste, A succulent prep it favors, Abhors that morsel gone waste. Inferno, when spruced with spice Addictive, when trickled sweet, Arctic, when met with ice, Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!

The Trial Of Our Lives

The Trial Of Our Lives prose poem

Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress

Hallucination

Hallucination long poem

It has been raining I stood on the window pane Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restlessly pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends

Pretty Miss Hearbreak

Pretty Miss Hearbreak ode

Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time, ’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line. Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues, But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going

Unforgiven Souls

Unforgiven Souls short poem

Like a gentle breeze the world goes by. Days slip away, why still stay. Few phase if I live or die. Demons no more held at bay. Freely do they roam inside, freely there they hide. Lost inside myself, fell

A Million And One Hearts

A Million And One Hearts short poem

Well and at least A Million and One Hearts wants the hurting to stop and the loneliness to end but right now somewhere somebody just got their heart broken again…in these new strange times it’s more about looks than what’s