Conviction Poems

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

My Conviction

My Conviction prose poem

People never trusted On my potential, I had none but myself Who had a conviction That someday such a poetry would come Through me That will just reverse the thought process Of the world. People have forced me To change

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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

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The Red Button

The Red Button short poem

A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten. Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness. The red button, Gleaming

Dead Poets’ Society

Dead Poets Society short poem

1959; was it? Oh! I thought it was 2000 … Welton Academy; was it? Or was it St. Xavier’s College? Todd Anderson or me? As I pen this furiously … My thoughts turning liquid I feel so lost … A

For An Answer

For An Answer prose poem

I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

Her, So Beautiful

Her, So Beautiful short poem

The fable resounds with absolute conviction, From the voice of her, so beautiful, Her, so beautiful bearing such an affliction, As to be wholly accepting of a language utterly mutable, In the night the love does grow, Like the elements

Affection

Affection short poem

And as I look into your eyes; I don’t know? inside — There is a friction, defined my feeling as attraction. Then, I sought your attention ’cause my heart is full of conviction. Indeed —- An emotion — To break

Search For Happiness

Search For Happiness long poem

Tired ,frustrated from Life and job I have a Dialogue with God , With eyes closed, I ask , Dear God what is Happiness ? Is Happiness subjective and just one’s perspective. Or is it Utopian, With rich for more,

Sense

Sense elegy

Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do

Sand Witchd

Sand Witchd short poem

If I tell the truth I disturb her mind If I tell lie I lit her mind I am often Caught in between Truth and Lie I get disturbed if I hurt her I get more then disturbed If I

My Curriculum Vitae

My Curriculum Vitae long poem

Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I

Among The Flowers

Among The Flowers short poem

Evergreen Love never bows – to flowers from vixens. Poised by the warmth of two hearts; fighting gossip with kindness. It walks on trust between two souls- tracked by wolves lost to its fragrance! With honesty, it sheds greedy tendencies-

Siblings Lane

Siblings Lane long poem

I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and

Lost

Lost short poem

When I don’t know where I’m meant to be It’s like being in some sort of Purgatory. A space Where I am out of place, Too close yet far away From any kind of signpost that might say, Hey! You’ve

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Regrets

Regrets long poem

I never got the chance To be, for you, the best I never had the strength To hold you to my chest I never had the time To be a fathers son. I never had a hope Of undoing things

I Tried!

I Tried! long poem

I tried to show them, That the box is too small to fit in all! For you and me in the same shoe, and walk the road towards the land of hope with one leg on the grass and the

Inherent Charecter

Inherent Charecter short poem

Many times it may be a pleasure to meet your dear ones But some times it may be irritating too Mental make up determines our attitudes We may be rude when disturbed We may be pleasant when happy We may

A Deep Rooted Invocation

A Deep Rooted Invocation short poem

I am a helpless abject soul, Poisoned by my own karma. I kneel down at God’s threshold Fully aware God will surely hold. God, I have nothing to offer you, Except my being an aficionado. Knowing of your popular benedictions

Feelings at the Mart

Feelings at the Mart short poem

Why is it so difficult to convince The Heart, That feelings nowadays are sold at The Mart. Ventured into The Mart, in hand The Heart, And In tow, a shopping cart. Trust was on sale in a neat pack, Came

Weapon In Saffron

Weapon In Saffron short poem

Give me a moment let me discard your misery. I’m all conviction now so don’t you worry, I’ve attained salvation in the midst of luxury, My voice is loud but my words are empty, Just follow me and cleanse your

Reason In Emotion

Reason In Emotion short poem

With you a kiss is a way of veneration- for timeless togetherness in a religion! Sworn to live and die in devotion- So to hell with rebellion! A touch from you is a culmination- Of all that needs no second

Hope Of Lost Love

Hope Of Lost Love ballad

Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,

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Taste Of The Heavenly Goddess

Taste Of The Heavenly Goddess short poem

The moment tasted like a paradise, The moment you were in, Seventh sky I was on, The moment of the touch of your skin. Heavens are beautiful, you are more, Angels are there, I adore, You’re their queen, you’re worth,

Love As Adream

Love As Adream short poem

Love is a dream What can we do? When they stab our hearts. Thought You loved me Never really did Just after All my wealth All my riches All I really had I did Really love you Loved you all

The Fool

The Fool short poem

Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost short poem

I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I

Evolution Revolution New World Order.

Evolution Revolution New World Order. prose poem

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically. It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,washing away the old

Mischievous Little Me

Mischievous Little Me short poem

When I was just a kid Funny little things I did Things told to forbid You may call it misdeed One sunny day I so played Buried in the dust I strayed Homework postponed, I delayed Dad won’t be back

The Coming

The Coming short poem

Believe when drunken butterflies fuel: a burst of iridescence over furred fields where the blue tongue of anemones leer; and fever of shadows sting. Trees adorn their pristine bloom, rapt and oozing orange sap beneath the provident music of birds,

I’m Not Dead

Im Not Dead short poem

A new twilight I see each day, Through the echos of broken mirrors, The whites are all blood stained, The lights are getting dimmer The wounds are fresh and open, The glass so clear and sharpened, As they pierce through

Of merciless nights of despair

Of merciless nights of despair short poem

Time has kissed all over your Wide strong frame like a Much married mistress. Shrunk your dependable muscles, Loosened your chestnut brown cover, Sculpted your face with lines That deepen your smiles and worries. That chest where I lay curled

Dreamscape

Dreamscape short poem

The swish of tyres on a quiet morn Driving from an unknown place To a place as yet unknown Like the wash of a moving sea Filled with memories Of glittering sands On sun washed shores Secret caves in the

Nothing More And Nothing Less

Nothing More And Nothing Less short poem

I am awake on my bed but I did not even sleep last night because of my broken heart that bleeds all night. What can the preacher preach that the teacher did not teach as I reach for greater heights

I May Relax, You’re On The Way

I May Relax, Youre On The Way short poem

Every time I have seen you, you’ve been such a mystery, so bright that I would like to figure out the colors that form it. Indeed I am fragile to be shaken by your brightness. You make me tipsy, but

Expressions Of The Soul.

Expressions Of The Soul. short poem

Words are explosions of mind, Emotions of a heart, Expressions of the soul, Striking like a thunderbolt. Words are waves, The tides of emotions, That create ripples in the soul, While surfing over them. Words expand beyond consciousness, To realm

Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The

Tears

Tears short poem

Tears doth speak The silent scream from the heart. What we cannot say in words, We utter them all with our eyes. The unspoken sorrow and the pain, Shown in the flow of a tear; A cry from the damaged