Dependence Poems

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

Dependence

Dependence short poem

Do not depend on anyone The world is not yours The tears in your eyes is just A regret because of other’s cause Hold your breath and try to feel the restlessness It’s just same as your soul feels Entrapped

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Internet World

Internet World short poem

Suddenly I hit upon a question, But where to find the answer? In the Wikipedia or to be Googled, Totally was I bamboozled. To relieve myself I took to Facebook, But my Dad showed me the text book. Next then,a

Poems containing references to : Dependence

My Bio-chemical Romance

My Bio chemical Romance long poem

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

Life’s Foresight

Lifes Foresight short poem

Spirited Life is sweet morose life is sour calm life is steady Angry life is misery Smiling life is refreshing Condition of mind dependence upon one’s Life’s conduct If fickle minded , Life is uncertain If a happy mind, Life

A Cambridge Lamentation

A Cambridge Lamentation elegy

This place is always a little lonely At the weekends…no noise and life; I like solitude, But not in places Where there’s recently been A lot of people. Reclusiveness protects you From nostalgia, And you can be as nostalgic In

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Whisperings

Whisperings short poem

There is an utterer in my mind Sometimes it shouts and is unkind At times it sings a carefree tune As if it’s a sunny day at noon Oh, but it can be careless Screaming at me with its furiousness

The Flowers Of Your Garden

The Flowers Of Your Garden short poem

You were my second chance or so I thought I was fragile and scarred when we crossed paths Emerging from a Summer of anguish and regret you caught me off guard Love was not on my list of healing remedies

Love Is What

Love Is What short poem

Love is a spring morning all fresh and new, love is the smell of freshly brewed coffee, love is seeing your new born all white and brand new. Love is a puppy seeing his owner as if for the first

Pain Killer

Pain Killer short poem

A city dies in me anacephalic. A white sheet spreads, blinding. You don’t feel the epidural. Untitled, death walks, like a whore, contamination of inbreeding. Recycled pain hurts again. You want to give a stillbirth over the dense-packed nettle. First

Prayer

Prayer short poem

I may be infant, baby, teenager, grown up, adult Do not give me any name I want to be nameless. Do not make me a loving pet to get your work done. I am not aware when you throw a

Heart

Heart long poem

It beats a beat A wounded beat You’ve stolen it Without knowing it It cries out loud So very loud if only you would hear it out It craves your presence You’ve found another So it seeks another It wants

Drizzle Trickle

Drizzle Trickle short poem

Rain the pain. Rain it so hard That it sounds akin to white noise. Feel the silence. It’s so allay, yet not empty! Adore in the vein of downpour. Drench your desire with a soaking joy. Never let your sparkles

Pure Love

Pure Love short poem

Pure love Love must be mutual with the total and absolute pureness from two people And not pure selfishness by someone only interested in his/her wellbeing as a couple It has happened before that somebody tries taking me to bed

Their Me V/s Real Me

Their Me V/s Real Me short poem

Standing alone here, As a porcelain doll On me have taken a toll All those years Of shed tears In being what they wanted me to I hid my identity true And now I stand here bemused Finding it tough

Facsimile

Facsimile short poem

One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin

Requiem for Benjy

Requiem for Benjy short poem

(Benjy was born before my eyes and I nursed him as a fat, noisy, fussy puppy….my first born! He grew to be my best friend, companion, a son and a brother, the true sunshine of my life. He was my

Emptiness

Emptiness short poem

Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with

Behind The Scenes

Behind The Scenes prose poem

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all

Time N Relationship

Time N Relationship short poem

When Time is Rosy Relationships rise to Glory When Time is thorny Relationships dips to Agony When Time is Normal Relationship remain informal When Time is cruel Relationships acts dual When Time is Elapsing Relationship gets into act of Disappearing

India Of My Dream

India Of My Dream short poem

Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,

The Beast

The Beast short poem

The curves of a dark alley hide the secret of long lost happiness. My mind meanders in the narrow paths and a gush of brackish water hits my face, chokes my thoughts. I hear the cries of memories drowned there

Hateful Hatred

Hateful Hatred short poem

Hatred has grown up to the head I don’t know where it will take Ocean is powerful than its bed All social encounters are fake Still I do believe in chances With the hope love may return I don’t know

I See You There

I See You There long poem

I see you there across the room with sly winks and secrete smirks. I see your halo invisibly hanging over your head – disguising the yearn for me at the core of your heart. I see you there across the

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

We are broken pieces, Pieces of art, Sometimes joined At the odd cracks, Hoping for completion. Sometimes we are glued To a piece so intricately Carved, so well we gel An illusion to dwell, An illusion to live, Until that

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

Creator’s Creator

Creators Creator short poem

Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where

On Child Prodigies

On Child Prodigies short poem

How little minds are scarcely seen Or esteemed through a heavy cloak Of leaves chastised by storm or soaked In shallow breezes mean and keen. Doubt hides, it steals the shimmering Yet lately there’ve been bids and strides, To free

My Wish Tonight

My Wish Tonight short poem

I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that

Fear For Sale

Fear For Sale sonnet poems

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

By Myself

By Myself short poem

I am by myself, But I am not alone. I hear a song From 50 years ago And a memory Tiptoes through my mind. I am by myself But I am not alone. I hear children laughing And playing in

Quiet Night Loud Thoughts

Quiet Night Loud Thoughts short poem

As the rain drops beat against the transparent glass of my encompassment yet evoking such peace, how I also yearn for a piece. My mind rumbles in all this mumble, a familiar mania, an ambiguous source of my insomnia. How

Lilypad

Lilypad short poem

Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a

Adrift

Adrift short poem

I stare into the night, the darkness and my thoughts become dark then I knelt down to ask for forgiveness. I stare into the water and my eyes become watery as I see the water flowing on forever miles and

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Frantic screams leap from her A symphony of worship and bitter memories mingling lingering in her mind Pink skin kissed by the summer sun turns purple under her dress as she sleeps, dreaming of her nightmare, her love Drunk on

Reality

Reality short poem

A harsh reality, Created me. Resulted me to be like this, To be captivated here. But all I wanted, Was to be free. A moment like this, Was never cherished by me. Because there was a thing, Deep inside of

The Light In The Dark

The Light In The Dark short poem

We meet a lot of people along the way, But only a few connect and stay the same way. Many impact us in ways we never thought of, Some happy, some say, But i met them all, I am glad.

Relaxation

Relaxation long poem

Witness petals kissing you in the rosewater bath Levitating bubbles tickling your skin in their path As you smell the invigorating perfumes so divine Allow an imaginary world of enchantment confine You in a harlequin land, scented by Spring’s flowers

The Goat’s Tale

The Goats Tale short poem

“There’s magic in the Coolroe-stream, or pucks weave herb into the browse to make me dream… In Killorglin town I bowed before a virgin-queen, who gave a crown to make me king with vision over everything. Our match remained unconsumate.