Damned Poems

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

Passion Be Damned

Passion Be Damned prose poem

We have tasted the warmth of passion for the first time since the departure of the Fallen One. Its tender sweetness has almost been forgotten on our tongue. The Traveler has impacted us more than we thought possible. Such intensity

Damned

Damned short poem

Discarded, on a heap of broken ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an award, for biting the snake. Who was pulling the strings? The temper of a black moon beguiles the sun. The green-pathway was hidden under the rock. Who was

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Purity

Purity short poem

Purity withheld no longer when ultimately, the flame of innocence within me diminished the spark which once I possessed with great reverence from. Ages demanded ultimately for the purity I profaned; what would I pay back and forth for the

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On Human Vultures

On Human Vultures short poem

They’d whisper to you, ominous things, With damned, grim faces giving bad tidings, Just to cause you to panic, And when you’d turn away in distress, Jauntily, they’d flap their wings, and wink at each other, Knowing that soon enough,

Holy War- An Oxymoron

Holy War  An Oxymoron prose poem

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

The Enlightenment

The Enlightenment short poem

I thought I would cry but I didn’t At you in a daze I stare bidding the last farewell Day and night remains the pains of vanished love Isn’t it an enlightenment, through which I know myself so well I

Dead man walking

Dead man walking short poem

Go sleep, where I entombed thee don’t wake up and walk haunting everyone you come across.. Go lie down in that beautiful coffin don’t stray and seek anymore you are dead now and dead are not supposed to walk.. You

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

All I Remember

All I Remember short poem

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you hunker down for the happenings did not fit in the shoes of black magic it was a damned reversal of the pygmies to become

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

Poveglia

Poveglia short poem

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Poveglia…screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria…well and

Hunting By The Light Of The Moon

Hunting By The Light Of The Moon short poem

Late one night by the light of the moon. Two hounds and three fools and I went hunting for a coon. Now, being from the city it was pretty new to me. But, I went along just out of curiosity.

Share Unfair

Share Unfair short poem

Regardless of contentions being branded reprobate Carried on just believing a share of my dished fate Others with own schema never once looked behind Kept waiting in expectancy but bliss was hard to find Harsh while in beginning then slowly

Overcoming Alexithymia

Overcoming Alexithymia short poem

Many deaths I’ve to live In love, the twister That lifts me also splits me And slithers the creature Resident of my damned heart She’s expecting The galloping white horse I put on my lamp, hissing Against the mocking sun

L’amant Interdite

L’amant Interdite long poem

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds long poem

A sleight of the hand, a melodramatic move; Fate plays its final hand, A royal flush established, a victorious counter-move. Or was it simply you, in tandem with candor? Your misdemeanor forgotten, Simply an existential demeanor? How do you plead,

Dead Weight

Dead Weight prose poem

Before we knew it we were on another planet Twelve thousand light years from home Where the hours spun backwards subtracting days Then weeks, then whole months from our lives We stuffed what was left into our rucksacks And with

The Hard-earned Happiness

The Hard earned Happiness short poem

The harmonious companionship is of no easy access Especially after many betrayals I’ve experienced as a witness From the uneasy feeling my tough disguises derive By whom the romantic elements are stolen from my life? Nobody can discard all world

Warfront

Warfront short poem

The spectre of falling towers in night unfolds in awe. A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. Heart of pig was being readied for implant, tallies with the seizured hollow of a man. A young girl of seventeen, comes

Bright Baby

Bright Baby short poem

Dreaming about a BRIGHT you baby, To keep my heart warm. The days are getting colder, I’ve found both the chaos and the calm. Are we both still lingering in the avenues, Where we painted the world gold. No matter

The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

Twister

Twister short poem

Do you wanna play twister with me? want to roll up your soul with mine take off the meat suit be able to fly Let’s escape in this starfall night knock at my window break the glass kidnap my worldly

An Ode To The Burglar

An Ode To The Burglar ode

You, Filthy fingers that pinched my wallet Crooked skeletons in your closet Using every sliver of shade to hide your face In the blinding, piercing light of righteous day Heart smashing violently against your ribs As you scurry to seek

Piteous Proletariat

Piteous Proletariat prose poem

While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a

The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so

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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

Everlasting Agony

Everlasting Agony long poem

When everything fell apart, The ache grew stronger in my heart. When the earth stopped spinning, The birds stopped chirping, And the flowers stopped blooming, Did you know what they were all saying? The dark, long winter night Took all

A Lovers’ Embrace

A Lovers Embrace short poem

To feel her hand upon your face, her gentle caress like a tingling grace. The heat of her hands as they trace a path. Silken stockings on an exposed calf. To gaze into eyes so deep with desire, your heart

The Enigmatic Eddy

The Enigmatic Eddy short poem

Plethora of other’s misery too afflicts in some form Improbable to brave fury stuck in eye of the storm Setting right all courses own turns terribly wrong With tide stuck in vortex best let go to flow along Untying few

That Thing We Call Love

That Thing We Call Love short poem

Is fleeting, is flighty Is forever, is mighty Is calming, is exciting Is grounding, is intoxicating Makes you smirk, makes you cry Makes you gasp, makes you sigh Makes you swoon, makes you cling, Makes you glide, makes you sing

Miss

Miss short poem

The wind whispers to me Do you miss her? I miss her, she is very dear to me What do you miss? Why is she important to you? Whispered the wind as he blew away the leaves in front of

Afeared Rose

Afeared Rose short poem

He gave me a rose today, It was not any Rose day, But for his brutish words last night, I know he is sorry so I smiled. He gave me a rose today, It was not our anniversary day, But

Petaling Street Chinatown

Petaling Street Chinatown short poem

Chinatown, such a kaleidoscope of rich colors and ear-splitting sounds Amid shouts of ‘Cheap, cheap, murah, murah! ‘ abound A human wave of heat hits you As you push through the barrier of flesh And avoid colliding with all manners

Beloved

Beloved short poem

Oh beloved! My gloomy eyes are searching for you. Through the vague fog and the dew. Beyond the touch of the ocean and the sky. Farther than the “Arctic tern” fly. Beyond the bounds of the snowy fields. Over and

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

Happiness Happens , When the Sun shines , bird rhymes , flower blooms , and river flows . Happiness Happens , When the airs breeze , ice freeze , clouds thunder , and kids wonder . Happiness Happens , When

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Flow

Flow prose poem

… those nights, clear nights when I’m afraid that I’ll cut my flight on the brightest star and the wings of my thoughts will be burned on the pyre of forgetfulness of self before reaching the union of end with

So Many Things I Wanna Say

So Many Things I Wanna Say long poem

Crying my sorrows away in that dark lane where my memories bleed till this day, So many dreams I had, but these sleepless nights are crushing me everyday, All the time I think, would you remember me if I am

The Warrior

The Warrior short poem

Sometimes we picturize everything so clearly So vividly imagined, that if things went way afar from what we pictured we lose touch with reality We believe that everything is going the way we pictured We believe it even if it

She Is, She Isn’t…

She Is, She Isn’t… short poem

She’s my perfect girl. Every day at college she sits with me, Enjoys my company and accepts my love As I do hers… She’s my perfect girl, She knows I play too many games, And that I’m obsessed with cartoons,

Ode to Neruda

Ode to Neruda ode

Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there