Deprivation Poems

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

Illusions Innumerable

Illusions Innumerable ballad

All seems normal Perhaps it’s so too. Yet there is a missing sting Of a blank. Or is it a mirage? Hopes and wishes Converge in tandem A tinge of bliss breathes With no clear touch A drop of deprivation

Heavy Feet

Heavy Feet short poem

Heavy feet Slowly walk Are you there to see their feeble knock They’ve lost their tappings They are cold They are stepping towards a lost hold They have weight of pain and remorse in piles The pain of hunger and

Poems containing references to : Deprivation

The Key Of Heart

The Key Of Heart prose poem

Gazing at the keyboard Then gaping at the screen Heartbeats scribbling suggestions At blank paper of mind, naive Love, a word ringing around like temple bells This is what he spoke, didn’t he? Consciousness went dazed A dreamlike modified reality

Redemption

Redemption elegy

Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might. Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife To

A Girl Without Dreams!

A Girl Without Dreams! ode

She was too smart to be herself Too feeble to live for her own She kept her dreams locked in her closet They kept sulking and dying Dejected, in their own cocoon. In every ruin, she found her castle Each

Just Sayin

Just Sayin short poem

An individual can create a movement, so large and monumentous, it swallows deprivation whole. Fulfil missions from God, for family friends, and even foes. Angel of darkness, do not misinterpret though. Not crazy or lazy , step back and listen

Faltering Tongue

Faltering Tongue short poem

He did not want anything after the sex and death of a protagonist. Rebuffed and sliced through the body, the onus was left on toxic mix. He died in deprivation, in intensity of hunger and fluidity of thirst. The quartet

Envy

Envy long poem

I feel jealous to cast a glance on it On my deprivation, brooding, I sit I feel something lacks somewhere in me What made her simply a devotee? My rival she dotes upon Mainly from dusk to dawn Lonely I

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Sold Out

Sold Out short poem

Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t

Sonnet on Love

Sonnet on Love sonnet poems

As I rest and listen to this love song Oh! what a pleasant melody it brings Like a scented rose this season of spring! This love that I kept in heart for so long Since I have known her in

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

An empty road…. this peaceful night…. As evening breeze, blend with street lights Though far are we, from city’s glow With only dunes and sands to show Come, be with me, my fairest one Let us walk this road, hand

The Futility Of War

The Futility Of War short poem

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

Chained

Chained short poem

I am trapped in my own little space I am looking for a door to freedom Trapped in the darkness of the past Waiting for someone to unchain me Here in the darkness There’s a thought of what could be

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

A Friend In Pain

A Friend In Pain short poem

I don’t want to lie and say that i can feel or know your pain. Or tell you that there’s a rainbow… after a painful heavy rain. But i can say that many times.. I to thought of my demise.

We Know

We Know short poem

The old tree, tall against the sky – It’s still there, black, gnarled and lonely. The small laughing children I knew – Are somewhere, older, changed. You and me. facing tomorrow and memory. Where are we? As old April, an

Discovering Happiness

Discovering Happiness short poem

Had I known how happiness happens I would have shared with you dear friend know not why sometimes the world riches do not move and yet sometimes a dime looks miraculous Why this happens I stand unmoved near a blooming

There Be Monsters

There Be Monsters prose poem

We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We

Against Deportation

Against Deportation short poem

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

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

Yes……he Came Back To Me

Yes......he Came Back To Me long poem

In death bed, I was, when he first came to me breathing my last Entangled by tubes… Disentangling memories He came in through the windows As the doors were ajar He struggled hard to reach me But he made it

Creature Of The Netherworld

Creature Of The Netherworld short poem

Creature of the netherworld now I see you like never before Apparition – that is not me ‘Coz my journey there was smooth and nice So you can’t see but I can see. Hid yourself from the world you did

What Shall I Say

What Shall I Say short poem

Should I say I hate you for you left me Alone in the middle of life’s journey? Or should I say I love you for you are the one who helped to begin my new journey. Should I say I

A Sonnet for You

A Sonnet for You sonnet poems

I wish I was, A part of your lie… I wish we were, Together tonight…. In your ignorance, To somewhere you fly… Never changing, Always ready for fight… Loneliness engulfed me here, Though you kept in touch.. Hope awaits but

Better Know

Better Know short poem

I did not know , that I know but when I came to know that I know I tried to tell her I know but could not tell what I know she thought i don’t know what she know but

Mr. Officer

Mr. Officer short poem

I ask you to look my soul Not my color because that is a shade of my temple I beg for you to reach for my heart before it stands still For years to come after the action comes to

Adam

Adam short poem

A bundle of nerves and cries- so tender, he melts my soul. Holding him made me feel whole- when all of me was dying. He may not remember me- nor my face but my heart is his. I carry him

Weave It Your Fate

Weave It Your Fate ode

Free we are born Surrounded by Modern and torn Idle and sly Put together your thread Just soar ahead With a sustainable choice Raise it your voice Weave it your fate Never be late Establish now No matter how An

Again I Realized

Again I Realized prose poem

Ah! woke up again and I realized, her baby is prettier than her eyes, and looks picture perfect with her hubby in! Then why do I still feel her eyes, staring? and her tender voice clearer than ever! her beauty

If How I

If How I short poem

If I could stay in my space and not walk outside, then live in my head when I go for a ride If I could close both my eyes and pretend I’m blind, then not see the world when I think

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

In the valley of blasts a row of jacarandas tall, sweet smelling, shed blue petals endlessly. A colossus spread on wounds of earth. A small girl with pellets in her belly was searching her wounded mother. Essence of sorrow helps

Sometimes I Cry!

Sometimes I Cry! prose poem

Sometimes I cry, Occasionally, in the quiet Darkness of the night, It makes me a human again, A weird sense of life and pain, I like the warmth of my tears, The time I know my fears, Which run across

Time’s Broken Arrow

Times Broken Arrow short poem

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to

Little Bird

Little Bird short poem

My friend I look at you My friend I know what you do Inviting all to come and see Living free in simplicity Flying through the sky unbound Envy of those on the ground Swiftly soaring eager wings Enticing song

One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds

One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds short poem

Slowly into the path Path of hope, joy, greatness Standing all kind of weather Drizzles, showers, hurricane, all kinds With faith I still ride on It seems far away But I have heard stories of heroes who made it Am

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

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Love And Poetry

Love And Poetry short poem

During the talk on love and life My friend, he ended the conversation With a conclusion ‘One who want to be a real poet Should have a pure heart But one who needs to be a committed lover Should have

Only You Have Been There

Only You Have Been There short poem

In my good times.. in my bad times.. in my tough times .. in my rough times.. Only you have been there.. been there with me!! To lift my moods.. to make us sing together with cheerfulness and glee.. To

A Voice

A Voice short poem

It was dim afternoon when i heard a voice, not the one we hear everyday,it was calm and quite, but it was very far, as i know, the words weren’t clear, they were mingled, as if a story which is

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy short poem

Noam Chomsky must be crazy What else can he be? He says America commits war crimes And he’s said it many times. How that can be true I haven’t a clue. How can anyone doubt That America is all about