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”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,
This was my book of pain with no ending. Life had two meanings- Anticipation of today, and fear of tomorrow. Time was running out like sand from fists, mists were rising, commentaries on setting sun had begun. Mind was calculating,
I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may
In this world of possession, Where, criticism creates frustration. Sufferings and pain have easy flow, Negativity and jealousy are in full glow. Where emptiness is all around, Pessimism can easily be found. Intolerance growing day by day, Depression is like
Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..
I was always overwhelmed at the thought of learning yoga….. Not that there is a possibility of me becoming a yogi, Or snub all mundane things I love, and brag! The sight of people in tights and and tops, the
I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held
Our hearts have this huge corner Deep deep inside Vulnerable to the slightest hurts To every criticism, negativity or slight We build walls around it Of cynicism and pride It was tender long ago Now we cover it and hide
The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I
NEGATIVE STREAKS Self glorification is trying to impress one self Putting down others is to cover ones short comings praising an incompetent is to seek favour Covering up ones own mistake is the step in wrong direction Over looking the
Can anybody say Who is he or she? Son or daughter of someone, Brother or sister of someone, Friend or enemy of someone, Spouse of someone, Father or mother of someone, Servant or master of someone. Is it the real
Mind is a very tricky customer Sometimes it is in Ecstasy for no reasons Sometimes it is somber in spite of good reasons Mood changes according to desires Mood is pleasant when complimented Mood is murky when criticised None wants
A strange calm on his face A faint recollection of past No urge to change anything No feeling to fight it all No emotions whatsoever Just an eternal calm Knowing that nothing matters Knowing what went wrong Knowing that he
During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she
Fraternising the needles on abbreviated lips. Handful of sand hauling uphill. Code of particles feels the entire lie. You wear mauve when I cry. Like diatoms in eyes. Erase the sun from my hairs. I am turning black. The brine
There’s always something to say And we should come to GOD and pray, Whether we just cry, Or talk about hurting inside, We should always come to him and try. Just like the stars are perfectly placed Also is his
Arbor snow of russet, gold falls from the trees, denuded, cold A fairy wind whispers very low ‘The North Wind comes! He soon will blow! ‘ They shiver in silence, feeling raw No sunshine warmth for them to draw Branches
Unhappy man I am! I can’t tell Why I dread the gods of heaven, The purgatorial demons of hell, The truths I need but haven’t; Happy pig in a philosopher wig! Apprentice me earnest and true – Which to embrace,
God, you used to be my friend, my best friend, my companion. In You, I found strength to face every storm, every stone without hesitation. God, you have been my guide, my guiding light to my dark passion. In You,
In twilight of pain I blink for a dot to punctuate the intelligence. My incoherence brings the unseen. I stay at a vowel to see the truth. Immenseness versus depth, in shoals of turbulent life. Where do I hide my
When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That
This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come
My love, We are like cats & dogs, We no longer see eye to eye, Always complaining about everything, Our house is now a courtroom, Cases that never end, Only a judge is missing, Tell me something my love, Is
Have you looked to the heavens – a star-filled sky Searching for answers, but not knowing why In that moment of doubt a vision appears A stream of white that brings you to tears A shooting star, a message meant
My garden cries for no reason. Kindness melts into rain of twisted petals. And that is it. Alone I whisper the translucent words, watching the death of dreams, living fossils. The sun bakes the seeds. The essence will not heal,
The world is inhabited by us, nearly every nook. We are afraid of each other. We have weapons, massive amount of weapons, to protect ourselves from ourselves. Why? What are we afraid of? We breath the same air, we see
They can’t resist the Calligraphy, Like the Disney movies, all eyes & ears glued there, Yeah, they fathom the science behind it, But No! Listen to the hits they make, like boom! Can’t help but break dance, The comfort my!
White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.
Except you and me, Everyone slept in midnight. O, lovely, Nolhivaram, … what is left, me alone. Vultures of universe, Flying around, Left a little, for you and me. The innocent children, Mind tortured, Roaring at me, A taste of
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…