Cult Poems

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

Alligator Boot Cars

Alligator Boot Cars prose poem

I’m gonna run away Start a one man cult As the king turd Of an empire of shit Change direction With the wind Living forever In a dream Behind a million mirrors At the end Of the rainbows On the

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Death Was Very Genial

Death Was Very Genial short poem

In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks

Golden End

Golden End short poem

All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I

Call Me The Educated Man

Call Me The Educated Man short poem

Let me be an educated man, With my suit and tie, As I feel my belly with a lie, Hiding the hollow space with a dashing smile, For I fall not into the trap, My life is all if not

The Same Kind

The Same Kind short poem

Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Sparks In Woods

Sparks In Woods short poem

Some depth, my thoughts never touched, the moonlight fades on my window. The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind. Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity. Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts where

All In The Name Of God ?

All In The Name Of God  ? prose poem

Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo!

Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo! long poem

I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign

Sui Generis

Sui Generis short poem

Looting after the earthquake: I have wrecked myself on my own terms. Bringing down the edifice of human cult, the man has come in the spin of richtor scale. Why does a crisis tears up the mask and animal comes

Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States.

Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States. elegy

George Washington and Abraham Lincoln commanders in chief epitomized supreme martial mien and vocalized special flair talents summoned from their native heart-land motif in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare acquired evanescent mythic reverence extant within bibliographic brief and closest role

The Wax Palace

The Wax Palace short poem

You were half-crazy saving little buds brutalized by storm in a yawning night. The ugly silver of a fringe group becomes intentionally a hate cult, developing an epicenter for stripping to devastate a religion. The ghosts are walking in the

Clampdown

Clampdown short poem

It was a dirty war of moat flaying the legs in emotional outburst. No stings. Only mandibles will do the job of chewing on your dark fingers. Flat, the taste of milk: a synthetic formula to eat your entrails. The

The Jungle Rules

The Jungle Rules short poem

Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass

In Sleep

In Sleep short poem

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

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The Poet

The Poet short poem

The poet is that kind old man You met while on the train The poet is that little kid Who’s eating grass again. The poet is the waiter At that coffee shop you like. The poet is that triathlete, Riding

Questionnaire

Questionnaire long poem

Here is for you a questionnaire Are you sure you don’t like it there Do you have extra time in your life to spare Did someone give you a triple dog dare Are you addicted to the feeling of the

One Planet Many Worlds.

One Planet Many Worlds. prose poem

Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home. None of us, however, live in the same world. The worlds we live in are as varied as the people that inhabit them.

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

But I Gave You All 20s

But I Gave You All 20s short poem

Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a

I Am Not A Poet!

I Am Not A Poet! short poem

I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust

Buried Effort

Buried Effort short poem

A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.

It Does Not Matter

It Does Not Matter short poem

After a face – off you toss the coin resenting the liquid fame. Frame extracts the price of picture. Compassion for the artist was missing. I suffer in mid moon between darkness and light clarity of rags was improving. Homage

The Lemon In The Egg Saucer

The Lemon In The Egg Saucer short poem

The small woman from the attic sits cross-legged with her pink plastic hair rollers for hours. Her life spins like the spool of thread on the sewing machine. She sleeps wearing a flowery morning gown in the room with a

Love Forever

Love Forever short poem

I love you like the glow of a rising Sun That spreads its light everywhere I love you like the tear drop on my face That reminds me how tough I am I love you like the aroma of coffee

Moment Memory Magic Of Life

Moment Memory Magic Of Life short poem

Moments of Life Moments Memories the Reality of Life to Cherish Always….. Moments that made me breath….. Moments that made me alive…… Moments that made me see….. Moments that made me smell….. Moments that made me taste….. Moments that made

Dad Loves Me

Dad Loves Me short poem

Dad loves me Because He made me Dad makes me trust him Because he made my team Dad makes me strong Because he made me not want Dad makes me smile Because he took care of my file Dad makes

Winter

Winter short poem

Winter, winter! come and go- we are tired of the snow! we are tired of the cold, of the silver instead of gold! we are tired of snowflakes, of what it brings them and of what it takes! we are

Strong For Too Long

Strong For Too Long short poem

Sometimes you cry. And that’s okay. It doesn’t make you weak. It never means you’re frail. It means you’re strong… Stronger than they know. Sometimes you have to let some bad out to make room for more strength. And, my

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale short poem

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love

The Christmas Stench

The Christmas Stench prose poem

There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers

Leaves Of Life

Leaves Of Life long poem

The pages of a book, the leaves of a life. Pictures of a love overcoming strife Moments in time, captured for posterity Reminders of a past filled with love and hilarity Memories are all that the pages now hold Dreams

Wild Feelings

Wild Feelings prose poem

Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why

Love Sonnet 52

Love Sonnet 52 sonnet poems

My love is reigning queen among roses, Regal and prim in each and every stance, Cleopatra looks plain when she chooses, She is Helen of Troy held at first glance; I pause, afraid to start a ten-year-war, Before I dare

Broken Soul

Broken Soul short poem

Broken and battered here I lie, Seeking freedom from the unseen cuffs, Tranquilizers and sedatives heal me no more, Numbness is what my heart longs for, Numbness is what my heart longs for. Travelling through this barren lands, Seems ages

The Photo Frame

The Photo Frame short poem

It was a photograph, as old as Their marriage, of both of them. His face radiating her fulsome bliss, Now eroded, tarnished and frayed At the edges, slowly, yet surely. Trying to tear him out of mind, She turned over

Another Stroke

Another Stroke short poem

On the hay stack lies my body brought from the shooting range. Brain dead, I exit, to watch the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity. Window is shut. No light enters. In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a

Last Dream

Last Dream short poem

Under a dark velvet moonless sky I am drowning with a wilt rose in my hand Because I never learned well a lesson to swim Not in the hard solid ground I am helpless to stop the waves Too hopeless

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

Again And Again

Again And Again short poem

Why do I wish to swim Against the river flow? I know well I will have to struggle More and more. I know that Flowing downstream Is an easy task As compared to upstream. I also know that Well wishers