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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Soul’s Quest

Souls Quest short poem

Soul, What is happiness? The feel we get when we defeat someone? Or the one which we get when we know that we have won someone? Is it the winning of an argument? And the losing of a friend? Or

Fragility

Fragility short poem

A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

It was a taxidermal view thousands of fawns on the lake. Can you handle the die-off of the whole truth? I have nowhere to go. Genes are turning on, turning off. Bare hands holding the bruises. Hungry, but cannot eat

Rival Entreaties

Rival Entreaties short poem

climbing on the umblical hill ahead of the contours, a denier alters the chemistry of hate in negative space; fauna of the earth springs black stones, man made, on the glistening sex of lotuses, a forgetfulness ensures the conceptual withdrawl

Snow Mississippi Snow

Snow Mississippi Snow prose poem

Drizzling rain, temperature falling to 32, freezing sleet coming soon. droplets of ice starting to form, snow is ah coming!, they say before noon. as the noon day approaches the snowflakes are starting to come, snowflakes as big as half-dollars

Wishing For Stars

Wishing For Stars sonnet poems

Stars are silent and bright, I search your presence in them, all I see is your vivid impression of you, near yet far, I think one day I will hold you in my hand, like these stars with my fist

Search For Happiness

Search For Happiness long poem

Tired ,frustrated from Life and job I have a Dialogue with God , With eyes closed, I ask , Dear God what is Happiness ? Is Happiness subjective and just one’s perspective. Or is it Utopian, With rich for more,

Precious Memories

Precious Memories short poem

I will take those precious memories And will frame them with love.. Looking back sometimes i wonder If there were things i could change… It was all my choice I made Experiencing both good and bad… Although it was not

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

A union, a vow, a marriage. It is the legal words that bind, But in the day to day work, The love is sometimes hard to find. We run around in our circles Checking off our “to do” list And,

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit ballad

upon porcelain goddess, most brilliant ideas in me mind lit sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character of kit car son ridding imagination fired fast as fleeting thoughts softly hit attempting with futility to net ideas in mind that flit

Broken Promise

Broken Promise short poem

Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am

A Granddaughter’s Goodbye

A Granddaughters Goodbye long poem

You flew away to heaven My heart can’t stop itself from caving in My tears drop for you You left so soon I wish for one more day To tell you all I still have to say I don’t regret

New Apartheid

New Apartheid short poem

A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was

Question And Views In Poetic Form

Question And Views In Poetic Form short poem

(1) Quote Look into my eyes and see nothing Look into my heart and experience the world Look into love and see GOD! —————————————————————————————————————– (2) SIGHT What is sight? If not to see. The blind sees beauty For they do

The Web Of Choices

The Web Of Choices ode

Right choices How can we make? Tracks of knowledge How can we take? Footprint of a thought A starting note Faithfully follow Roots of a willow Spreading so deep For the leaves to weep Diverging from one to another To

Lovingly Lost

Lovingly Lost short poem

Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home

Keep Walking

Keep Walking short poem

What shall I say to those with pride who too live at the edge with their backs against the fact! Just because you are hurt it doesn’t mean you will become violent! Just because you are shut it doesn’t mean

My Pleasure

My Pleasure short poem

I’m one lucky guy to have you in my life it had to be in the cards, written in the stars and I don’t care what anybody says about love at first sight, I know it was love at first

Satisfaction !?

Satisfaction !? long poem

A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give a radish painted red, but not very deep deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste. Lets pursue the real before it extincts. This is the life, live it man. This is the

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

I’ve come for walk early today. It’s not dawn yet. But don’t worry! In the park, on reaching the banyan tree, It came out- an indistinct figure- dark, with …Terrible fangs! Hairy body! Fiery eyes! At one go, I moved

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

Just Rain

Just Rain short poem

The rain came today Little drops at first Then, gaining confidence Grew more insistent Drumming on the ledge With a rapid tattoo The birds didn’t mind They arced and soared Laughing at umbrellas And the rush for indoors How beautiful,

Angels And Demons

Angels And Demons short poem

Don’t stop me let me get drunk all night Want to forget you just let me fight With all my angels and demons inside They never let me drop your memories behind Let me smoke and get high These cigarette

Harvesting

Harvesting short poem

Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will

Seeking

Seeking short poem

The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as

Adelaide Rain Mirrored

Adelaide Rain Mirrored ballad

His words spoke to me as it rained- of a struggle with feelings drowned by fate! In his poem of beauty he showed- me life drawn by a game of quoits! His words kiss the rain with heed – to

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

That’s a Face Only A Mother Could Love

Thats a Face Only A Mother Could Love prose poem

He was a lovely boy, sweet and sixteen; He had his birthday on July 18th… On his very birthday, little did he know his worst nightmares were about to be true; All of a sudden his house caught fire out

Ode To The Cat

Ode To The Cat ode

He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As

Grace

Grace short poem

Listen to the music draw, hear it from the pit. I am full of shock and awe, more I won’t admit. Light feet take me on the the trip, as I begin to form, soundless words which you might skip,

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the