Disparity Poems

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

First World Problems

First World Problems short poem

wind in late summer hitting like a shoulder under your chin its whole muscular body propelling you toward no one knows there’s a frantic mating windchimes so long dormant shivering with triplets all the cats narrow their eyes slink into

Poems containing references to : Disparity

To My Friend

To My Friend short poem

To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion

Alone

Alone short poem

“Alone” she said, “I wait” And I could actually relate Her to a bird with broken wings, Caged to a word with broken hope Crying out loud in what she sings, Staged against the backdrop Of blight disparity. “Alone” she

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

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Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm)

Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm) short poem

I know I have to hurry to catch the morning train although I train my mind to forget, I still feel the pain of the things we lost in the rain. You know you don’t have to worry about the

Final Goodbye

Final Goodbye short poem

I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn.

They Come

They Come short poem

Well and They Come like an army in the sky In the blue of the day, in the dark of the night Well I know it’s beyond belief and I Wouldn’t of believed it if I hadn’t of seen It

More Love Is Good

More Love Is Good prose poem

More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse short poem

Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and

How Free Are We?

How Free Are We? prose poem

Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment.

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment. long poem

‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that

Wine Of Love

Wine Of Love short poem

Love is like an aroma of flowers, Stimulating the senses, Waking the ravenous hunger, Of an insatiable thirst for, Unhurried passion. A love lies beneath, That’s a light from within, With glowing embers of passion, Hearts racing in unison, Emotions

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

Crowd At The Morgue

Crowd At The Morgue short poem

A new planet was taking birth. Stem cells were coming out of obedience to carnality. For resuscitation, from kiss of death faith was at its best, in its witchcraft. Complete blood count failed, to diagnose the strange madness. It was

A Great Poetess

A Great Poetess long poem

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

Why do I let it get away

Why do I let it get away short poem

I know it is just an urge I know it is just a thought I know it is just a dream but why do I let it get away I know I will have to justify defy, and be a

Love Lost

Love Lost short poem

A quick peck on the cheek placed A soft grasp, a handshake His eyes followed her around the room Frowning at the arms entwined They stood amidst a circle of peers He saw him whisper in her ears A soft

Free

Free elegy

The rope around my throat is black That much I know I’m dead because of his heartless attacks The person everyone knows The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne His

The Spark

The Spark short poem

within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out

The Beach

The Beach prose poem

The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Tortured Soul

Tortured Soul short poem

Sometimes you feel all alone, Your world it closes in, There’s no one there to help you, To save you from your sin. You stay awake at night, Your eyes are dry and sore, Nobody else can help you, Your

The Rose

The Rose short poem

O, the magnificent rose, What beauty you behold, Emotions you hold Makes me hesitate to come close. O, the spectacular rose, You colored with dangerous red, Seems no one shall dread To take a step close. What beautiful thorns you

Fluting

Fluting short poem

Time unleashed from ferrum becomes pain like a palm moon. A tableau vivant was gliding on the road. It was a night of rage. A frozen scene undulates the history of fire in the eyes of a flute. Who was

The Man, I Need

A girl of twenty I am, you will say, Not matured to search a man now, That’s the fault of your new specs, In old face; renew your face, not specs; Things changed a lot, you will see. Whole world,

Chasing A Rainbow

Chasing A Rainbow long poem

On a cloudy rainy day, In a maroon shirt Off white trousers, Tightly fit, She was chasing a rainbow, And the clouds were laughing, But she was not afraid, A rainbow was in her hands, A rainbow of dreams, In

This Is My Stay

This Is My Stay prose poem

Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay

These streets

These streets short poem

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

Feeble Feathery Flakes

Feeble Feathery Flakes short poem

hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles

The Grief Within

The Grief Within short poem

I have lost myself in some dark corner A corner with unknown path Buried in some sepulchre Such is the grief within The mind revolts to think The heart is numbed with anguish Pain is my best partner Such is

Lost Meaning

Lost Meaning short poem

Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the

To Life

To Life short poem

Life dream from which I cannot wake, Bonds strangely strung and treasured, All reflections upon the surface of a lake, With the truth below unmeasured.

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

Heaven Above

Heaven Above ballad

I wish I can travel across the sky. In a ship full of stars and the moon as guide. I will peak into heaven to see granny again. To find out if heaven is as she mentioned. The trees are

If only I had a döppelgänger

If only I had a döppelgänger long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

Nocturnal Friends

Nocturnal Friends short poem

Can you hear the rustling in the trees? Can you feel the warm breeze on your face? I hear the singing of my friends, I feel their delightful presence. They are out there on the fields, dancing in circles with

Fixation

Fixation long poem

Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Mum

Mum short poem

A life of living, A life of loss A life of giving, A life that lost Lasting memories A life adhered Enjoyment gathered in Younger years To all who knew a beautiful kind Caring, sharing an intelligent mind Now at