Deficiency Poems

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

The Abcs Of Stuttering

The Abcs Of Stuttering short poem

Annie Dickson was a ham But Annie had a stutter Carefully she chose her words Determined not to flutter Every day seemed quite the chore Frustration just to talk Girls and boys would roll their eyes Heck, some would turn

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Orb Of Night

Orb Of Night prose poem

The Orb of night shines its light of love only on you- I cannot love another- Fate has decided that this is the truth- My heart is determined to love you only- My soul is connected to you alone- To

Singular

Singular short poem

she wore the gold off her narrow ring on the zinc bartop tapping out an alien message unheard by the narcissists pinching each other’s cloth like bargain shoppers sniffing at the must of use and hard travel men and women

The Predicament

The Predicament short poem

Joined by the funeral, we sit down, under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling the processions. Ultimately one by one they come, to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow there is an explosion and a transition censored

Depression

Depression short poem

As I sit here in depression I am sorry that I did not create a strong impression Nor did I do the preparation And came under oppression I think about life My lies How miserable I feel I think I

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

Come Monday

Come Monday short poem

Well just you wait Come Monday I’m gonna leave a trail of fire up one side and down the other, you won’t even know what hit you but that’s the power and the fury of the Tiger and as we

Irony of Being

Irony of Being short poem

I had all and nothing at all, so fragile, so meek the world around. The battles I fought, the love I lost, it still goes on and I now know why. Justice and lives, just the puppet of mights. The

Paradise Reflected

Paradise Reflected short poem

Absorbed in the eyes of a magnificent soaring Bald Eagle; a pristine alpine amphitheater, high in the Cascade Mountain Range. As early fall unfolds. This astute amphitheater fully clothed in the brisk autumn colors: Scarlet red, bright hues of orange,

I Will

I Will short poem

You left my soul bleeding my heart shattered my body aching my brain battered. Just like that no explanation, not a word I never thought you could be so cold. I know it was not always right but I have

The Swing

The Swing long poem

You’ve never starved yourself you’ll never be a runway model and for a time that made you sad never to be like an Amazon – though you found out they burnt off their right breast to make archery easier –

Love Sonnet 228

Love Sonnet 228 sonnet poems

Most flowery words are designed to gyp, Know that I shun such manner of discourse, My speech proceeds in truth without a slip, With words untainted, coming from the source; My love is as the sea that rides so high,

The Babysitter

The Babysitter prose poem

A young couple walked into the maid agency “I’m looking for the perfect au pair!” He exclaimed One that will keep my princess entertained, Someone to paint a radiant smile everyday. Oh, and she would play with her Take her

Pages

Pages short poem

Still listening from lips, a mute hearing with hands, an improper metaphor. …………………………………… In the frozen lake of eyes a fish dies in unread tears. …………………………………. An upended home of laments in moon. …………………………………. Imperfect proximity of pillows. sleep was

Stubborn

Stubborn short poem

I’ve never been very good at listening. I imagine that I resonate with a piece of you that reminds me of the same piece of me. When I come face to face with this piece. I realize that not everything

Streets

Streets short poem

Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate

Confused Mind

Confused Mind short poem

Words fall less motivated unless life with stress striving for bliss Dreams Suppressed Thoughts never expressed Mind long back refreshed Though feel blessed with loved ones touched With all luxuries accumulated Still feel empty handed Finding the world hollow minded

The Ghost Of New York

The Ghost Of New York short poem

I got a postcard in this morning. “Those who believes in me will live even though they die. John 11: 25, 25 death anniversary of our mom Elizabeth and 10 th anniversary of our dad J R Snake man. We

Friendship

Friendship short poem

Oh my dear friend Doesn’t matter you are no more young Though you have past the prime You still look fine & trim So what if you have crossed sixty You still look Sexy; Even at Sixty; A peg of

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

BETRAYAL Your Love to me brought back life to my lifeless heart But your betrayal has burnt away my Living heart Fire that you lit is gradually engulfing my heart Oh ! what a punishment you have given me for

On Distant Love

On Distant Love short poem

Had never believed till this date There could be real soulmates Your love which gives me so much pleasure A true love which is my life’s biggest treasure Yet the distance gives so much pain I wonder if it’s my

Feelings

Feelings short poem

Sometimes these feelings inside me, tickle so hard at the core in my body, physically. But where ? I don’t exactly know. Somewhere beneath my head ? or perhaps knocking under the chest ! but it does, and frequently. The

Blue Blooded

Blue Blooded short poem

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.

The Drizzle

The Drizzle long poem

Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life

Smiling Mask

Smiling Mask long poem

I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me, So I wore a mask that always smiled; To hide my feelings behind a lie. Before long, I had many friends; With my mask, I was one of them.

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Day Dreamer

Day Dreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Knuckled Down

Knuckled Down short poem

Fearing the haze of ending this body does not behave now. Puppet show was over. Punch – drunk we move amidst the psychopaths, who were foraging the aroma from armpits. Loincloths hanging on the strings to strangle the pigeons. Everything

I Am In Love With That …

I Am In Love With That ... short poem

I am in love with that pain That forces me to write The flower that keeps butterflies happy The water that is met by a traveler in a desert I am in love with that ray of Sun That falls

The Torment

The Torment short poem

Much of withstanding endurance reflects strain Practically on outer edge for challenge to sustain Intricate arduous trudge sans time out for recess Blend though near perfect but outcome can’t assess Peaks few, abyss aplenty and many a shifty bend None

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But cant explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

Bird Of Romance

Bird Of Romance short poem

She was not a virgin But with beauty, she did reign She was already married But she arose to be adored She was a widow Her beauty and pride did glow Borne already two children But with second love, she

Stone Catchers

Stone Catchers short poem

The vertical thought had jumped on the moon without any qualms. Do you think, the dreams will sell to man these butterflies. The ants were waiting for the death of the lamb wandering in the neighbour’s field. O God, how

The Message

The Message short poem

The idea of peace and unity lives forever, And immortal freedom is everyone’s right In this universe we live in, All men and women are created equal, And good triumphs over evil, The secrets of the universe are within our

Library Lovers

Library Lovers short poem

I saw him behind the stack of books Skinny build and ordinary looks Thick black frame around sleepy eyes Expression clammy and mighty wise She barged in and stood with a stare Scared me a moment, unaware A long blue

I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep short poem

I can’t sleep I can’t sleep because I see my life rushing past me And all I do is stare like An orb suspended in space. I can’t sleep Because I make love and feel nothing There is no afterglow

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to