Disrimination Poems

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

Oh, Please Give Me A Break!

Oh, Please Give Me A Break! short poem

Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language

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The Soul Riders

The Soul Riders short poem

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last short poem

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

Turbulence

Turbulence short poem

A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated unnamed flesh of words found six inches short I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears to be worthless without

All Hope Is Gone

All Hope Is Gone short poem

All hope is gone from this world of ours, We have nothing left to fight for. All that’s left are the scars of a life, That’s been lived on the edge hanging on. We fought a war, not knowing what

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

Will She Live?

Will She Live? short poem

Darkness engulfs her She wants to live It’s her right Will she be able to see the light Of the world outside Or will there be female foeticide? I want to know Will she be able to see her parents

I’m A Beggar

Im A Beggar short poem

I wish to show you the depth of my heart But I’m afraid my love Darkness rules it Can you rule the darkness and be the light for me Can you shine in my depth or are you afraid dear

The Young Feet

The Young Feet short poem

His eyes could speak tell that he will become strong but inside will be weak They sang the gaiety of innocence Felt the happiness presence His first steps were dangling with those little feet As if he was heading with

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

Heart Beat

Heart Beat long poem

On birth Infant enters the world with its heart beat yet to take off On a gentle tapping infant starts crying signalling the start of the heart beat Heart continue its beating non stop Every beat of heart adds to

Words

Words short poem

Words are forever free, we become, and make them slaves. Words never harm, we kill at a word and die for them. Words are by nature clear, we obnubilate them. Words are pure and noble, we defile and curse with

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

Naïve Innocence

Naïve Innocence short poem

O pink horse, O timeless sun, run on my body, run. Black magic had pierced the needles into my heart. Lying on nails to wrest a superearth from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised ethos of my native conscience –

Dance Of The Cobra

Dance Of The Cobra short poem

Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Seasons of love

Seasons of love short poem

Think of death Grey clouds arrive Dark rain pours down Cold and clammy ground Think of life Seeds sprout out Flowers bloom in season Tender green leaves all around Think of love Dewdrops on leaves Soft petals strewn on earth

Life…

Life... short poem

Without doubt, I often ask what life is all about, And if I so may say, It seems much like a theatre play. With humor, a comedy, Without… a tragedy. Hypocrisy we get for free, Sincerity, costly for both you

He Earned The TITLE!

He Earned The TITLE! long poem

A torn shirt, leather tied short and bare feet, Can cover his body but only for a while. Harsh lords and withered rocks and leaves; He can survive in them but only for a while. A happy bird on the

Falling For You

Falling For You short poem

I am falling for you. Just don’t know how to tell you I fear that I will lose you. Just don’t know how to be next to you Call me when you realize our afterlives are in sync My heart

The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

Concerned

Concerned short poem

Mosquito jazz! Begun, it has. Would you pass on please, the frightening disease. Apologies given as favors. Edible insects in delicious flavors. Counting sheep, they are black as coal. Counting crows, they are white as snow. Let’s make a fortune;

Homing

Homing short poem

Like each dropp of your humbleness engulfing my urbanite woes; the graffiti emerges in tender grace to resurrect a windmill. My spirit, the abode of small birds carrying the sunset on its back was returning home for the final- sleep

Wait

Wait short poem

do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering

Carcass

Carcass short poem

You know that sickening stench that comes from a corpse girdled to a steel gurney as, slowly the morbid form degrades and still waits for that last living cell to give in, to wear out or may be just dissected

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

Conscience (the Only Adviser)

Conscience (the Only Adviser) short poem

– However popular you are , you feel most unpopular at times Popularity is like an intoxication feelings of pride takes you to the skies when the spirits sink in feelings of frustration sets in the moment spirits sink out

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

A Road To Forever

A Road To Forever short poem

A Road To Forever A lonely road is no place to walk All we can do is talk The years that we spent walking together That will last forever Our hands will meet Their is no need to take a

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I

Quiet Time

Quiet Time short poem

I write beautiful poems in my quiet times, Sign that the universe delivers in silence – Great inspirations about love and crimes – With a poetic virtuoso ,I build my intelligence- Which I use to extract imaginative awareness- For the

Never Cease To Smile

Never Cease To Smile short poem

Never cease to smile, for you know not there be someone who would secretly admire; A smile so pleasant, brings one upon oneself, raging across miles faster than the fire; Quells the sorrows & spreads the joy, drifting the mind

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to

Rose From Heaven

Rose From Heaven long poem

A rose sent down from heaven, mike told me to give it to you. – A rose to say I’m sorry, for the nightmare he put you through. – He said oh how he wishes, he could tell you all

By The Look In Your Eyes.

By The Look In Your Eyes. long poem

Everything good and bad lies in your eyes, Just as the stars shine in the night sky. Freedom comes at a cost, hope is free, Love is what you crave, happiness is the key. Beauty fades away, no matter how

No Afterlife, After Life

No Afterlife, After Life short poem

I thought there’d be a trial for sure, With my lonesome self before a gate. It seems all which I’d preached before, Does not quite fit into my fate. My God is gone, with him my crutch, And it is

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

Solidarity

Solidarity short poem

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did