Craziness Poems

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

Memories

Memories short poem

MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,

Poems containing references to : Craziness

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining short poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining prose poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colours to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

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Driftwood

Driftwood short poem

I am driftwood I only drift from shore to shore. I cannot anchor, I cannot root, I have no branches, no leaves, and no flowers. I am driftwood which drifts far and wide with the current of the tide. I

Believe

Believe long poem

I don’t believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere. I will not believe that the road ahead is

Quest

Quest short poem

Quest is the synonym of determination, so always think that while you proceed forward Quest is the glad tiding of success, and determination opens all secrets of universe Quest is the light in life Determination so increases that light Quest

Chains Of Slavery

Chains Of Slavery short poem

You hold me with your chains , Your chains are heavy they lock my brain , You and your invisible chains , But I alone determine my destiny , My destiny belongs to me , So don’t try to hold

Faith

Faith short poem

Dark surrounding me, encompassing me, suffocating me blackness filling my lungs with sorrow, pain, while hope deserts me leaving me weak, fragile, forlorn. Dank, musty air reminiscent of decaying ancient tombs echo the horror I feel as my breath becomes

Remains

Remains short poem

The dying embers of our love burn a bright orange. In the distance, rain clouds announce their arrival. By morning, everything will be washed out. Maybe I’ll return to collect the ashes…

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry short poem

Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?

Do Not Listen To The Moon

Do Not Listen To The Moon prose poem

Do not listen to the moon, child He’ll whisper only nonsense in your ear And fill your head with silly notions But not a word of substance, not one ounce of truth So mind me, child and do not listen

Falling Bricks

Falling Bricks short poem

From the blank book can I lift some questions for the lofty hopes when I lost myself near the home? The fear was darting inside the white sores. Keys were lost for the answers and truth fell castrated. The magic

Come

Come short poem

Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by

Going Home

Going Home short poem

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are trying to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Just trying to survive. You’re

The Unborn

The Unborn short poem

He was left inside me, still living but not born. One dark night when bodies heated up, love flourished in the form of lust he was dropped inside carelessly, by that indecent lover. He survived but was not meant to

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a

Love And Separation

Love And Separation long poem

It is believed marriages are made in heaven If it breaks then for sure it is planned in hell He was a persona of poise and dignity She was an epitome of grace and beauty It was a chance encounter

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Grant Me Humanity

Grant Me Humanity short poem

when all the success comes my way when all the fruits come in my tray when everything happens according to me in the day oh god! I would just pray grant me the humanity, don’t let it slay give me

For, I Will Hate You To Death

For, I Will Hate You To Death short poem

I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above

Cuddling

Cuddling short poem

between unequals to and fro beastly joy of horror you want to press the trigger, timebomb, your laughter, and sneaky mind restless syndrome of legs you cannot stand on tiptoes to review the fall from the clouds the moon overshot

Seclusion!

Seclusion! short poem

The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes

Dream-seeing Vistas

Dream seeing Vistas short poem

Hope an upward slope to a panoramic view where the scope of fine imagination waits for you unbound dream-seeing vistas crisp and clear surround potential seeming new though always here waiting as seeds of inspiration to conceive and raise the

March

March short poem

And then March arrives. Summer again. The neem trees smile, They have to flower, Only they can defeat the sun, And remind us, Once again, ‘I bear this for the earth to cool somewhere’ While others dry, droop and fall,

Zorb The Superb Orb

Zorb The Superb Orb long poem

Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come

Dolce Lecce

Dolce Lecce ode

Ciao Lecce, dolce Lecce Pink flowers cascade down from baroque rooftops past the watchful eyes of permanent guards Sunny streets the home of artists capturing the beauty to be carried home At the city center a pole surrounded by locks

She

She short poem

Facing the wrath of the blazing Sun, She, with her tangled hair, toothy smile, deeply lined face ; in a coarse cotton and battered bag, walks through the lofty gates of a mansion ; A fine blend of art, wealth

Ageing Gracefully

Ageing Gracefully short poem

On my path to age gracefully, I realize, I’m captive to impulses, My greed triggers expectations, My ambitions drag me by head, I sense my pursuit for perfection sweeping off my honest efforts.. I fumble as an open book in

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

Isabella

Isabella short poem

Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain

What Am I

What Am I short poem

The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it

All About Life

All About Life short poem

life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.

The Way I Was Before

The Way I Was Before short poem

I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for it. I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for you. I can never tell if you mean what you say. But you pulled me in anyways. And I crashed. And I burned. I felt

My Life

My Life short poem

My Life My life as I feel barren leaves of a tree in summer awaiting to blossom like jasmine buds in the early monsoon My life as I feel an empty vast field in hot summer withers every hope of

The Rolls Royce Trip

The Rolls Royce Trip long poem

What is like a smooth Paved road and I speeding In a silver Rolls Royce? The rich and the fast Are beyond reach Beyond reach there is no hope As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates The paupers are blurred The

Shaken Skies

Shaken Skies short poem

It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this

Those Days

Those Days short poem

How can i forget, Those days which, I’ve spent with you… Those useless topics, Over which we, Had debated… Those smiles which, We had shared, Over stupid jokes… That love which, We had exchanged, Over this small time… How can

Hasty Conclusions

Hasty Conclusions short poem

Someone Sent me a message And asked me To take a look at it! I tore open The envelope, Emptied the content, Spread it on my table And, yelled: That Was a blank paper You sent! If only I had

He is an Island

He is an Island short poem

In a desert all alone, where there had been life once, allured by the radiance of solitude, he trudges along, stepping on fossils, from times gone by. Waiting for a mirage to happen, to seduce his senses to insanity, so

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With