Discontent Poems

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

For, I Will Hate You To Death

For, I Will Hate You To Death short poem

I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

Poems containing references to : Discontent

My Teenage Beauty

My Teenage Beauty short poem

To entice by charm – Princess Ana, My teenage beauty. Never meant harm – singing Hosanna, She really is a cutie. Both met in a church – In her fairness, I wished her for a mate. She was in search

Republic Of The Broken Home

Republic Of The Broken Home long poem

In the republic of the broken home, Its the children, who hold fort alone, For those who sit upon the throne, Are away fighting battles of their own. Every morning they arrive at the front lines, Wearing uniforms and memorizing

In search of belief

In search of belief short poem

Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

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One Moment.

One Moment. short poem

It’s all just a moment Life squeezed in a drop Questions burst like bubbles Leaving an utter full stop Tomorrow is a myth of mind Hold me close and stay Nothing matters and nothing remains Our breaths are melting away

Sharing A Love Story

Sharing A Love Story short poem

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn, I know you have come with the rosy showers, When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk, I know you have come with sweet white flowers, My

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

What is Love? Is it the thing that keeps us going? Is that the reason the Earth spins? Why can it deceive and manipulate but feel so amazing? Makes me feel like the world is in my control Like all

In My Blurred Vision

In My Blurred Vision short poem

I saw despair & sadness; loss of hope for a strong household, Days & nights turned into months, A dark cloud surrounded my abode, Their sad eyes told it all, I saw love in their eyes, a loss too hard

Firsts and Lasts

Firsts and Lasts short poem

“NO!”, she cried, running out of the fitting room. The wedding dress lay bleeding. So did her womb. Elsewhere, he took his last breath, lying on an unknown street.

Meaningfulness Of Life

Meaningfulness Of Life prose poem

Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of

The Sill Of Heaven

The Sill Of Heaven short poem

Let me rest my chin upon the sill of Heaven Hoisted up by unseen shoulders from below Let me gaze at hidden glories for a short while Before I, into my busy day must go Let me breathe the sights

The Salt Tree

The Salt Tree prose poem

In the road to the South, which hasn’t ended yet, from the yet not finished North, at the ball’s surface which had lost its center and produced sacred shrines fighting each other all along the road, there, that white tree

Untrailed

Untrailed short poem

It was a wake up call invoked in the beginning of serene numbness. Under the veiled threat of a moon celebrating the kill. A path in croci; waiting becomes a torture for a saffron sundown, mercury was rising on snowy

Woke

Woke long poem

I am happy and honored to embrace it. Never again will I refuse to face it. This world is not my home, I am linked to the stars. Tho’ my feet on Earth do roam, My power flows from afar

Don’t Let Me Forget

Dont Let Me Forget short poem

I’m not afraid of heavy rain but give me a better umbrella to let it drain not afraid of challenges in life but give me the precision to cut them all with knife You may not give me the best

Shooeso

Shooeso short poem

Falling out of a hole, burning liquid pours onto me it’s almost like my home, what a common place. I can’t leave. I just save face. a race against my watch are my acting days as Sisyphus. No one can

Remembering A Life-Time

Remembering A Life Time prose poem

I remember her, she remembers me For a life-time like a simile, for a life time like a family It’s high time she forgot about me It’s the right time for her to release me Ask D’angelo maybe he will

I Wish I Were There

I Wish I Were There short poem

I wish I were there To watch you grow, And help you back up When you’ve taken a blow. I wish I were there To watch you play, Or teach you how to catch A ball without delay. I wish

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

The Season Of Love

The Season Of Love short poem

I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we

The Girl I Need

The Girl I Need long poem

A girl, I need, not as a boy, as I know what a boy behaves like; not as a mother, to chase me with a cane in her hands, to repeat the dos and don’ts; not as a wife, claiming

No Life

No Life short poem

Every minute from dawn until dusk, I watch a screen, waste my life away. It’s not a good life But it is my life now. The television is my headstone, Marking in the electronic earth The coffin of my bedroom.

Someday

Someday short poem

If I asked you to stay just this once , what would you say? can I hear your reply without tears in my eyes? would you hold me till the next day? or tell me you cannot stay? If all

Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s

The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian long poem

I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life. And is one life worth another? Is it OK to take a life to save another? If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it? And

Mother Nature And Us

Mother Nature And Us short poem

Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again

Stars Shine

Stars Shine elegy

walking through dark lanes , the night was soundless and reserve . wind roared with a whistle and rattled the barren leaves, thinking and analyzing the problem , glanced the stars which shine. they shine and shine , flicker but

You And Me

You And Me short poem

There exists a special bond between you and me. We are one in body, mind and spirit. Our hearts are intertwined and where one begins, the other ends. We have weathered the storms of life together and the bond has

Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm ode

A storm I think, it is coming through– thunderheads in a blind momentum overthrow the stillness, the cars skid and blare, the men skitter, clouds roar Long deep shadow covered life and love lightening flares down to earth kissing the

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

Dishonest Friend

Dishonest Friend long poem

Don’t ever lie to me I will tell you this just once I Want to hear truth not a dishonest response, I’m good at detecting lies when they’re told One lie leads to many as deceit takes control, If lies

Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

Do Not Listen To The Moon

Do Not Listen To The Moon prose poem

Do not listen to the moon, child He’ll whisper only nonsense in your ear And fill your head with silly notions But not a word of substance, not one ounce of truth So mind me, child and do not listen

Never Say It When Am Gone

Never Say It When Am Gone short poem

Is that fair? Waiting to say all that when am gone Is this how friends be? ‘’He was an intelligent person Full of wisdom only he was careless’’ You say. Why saying that when am gone? Why? Why? Why? You

The Gush

The Gush prose poem

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,