Donkey Poems

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

Orange Donkey

Orange Donkey short poem

Orange tree, Orange tree, beautiful to me A Field full of Oranges on, orange clayish earth I see Sapphire blue sky with the odd sea bird floating on the slight breeze so free The odour of the ripening skin sends

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Wives’ Conference

Wives Conference prose poem

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

A Labors’ Voice On 1st May

A Labors Voice On 1st May short poem

A Laborer’s Voice On 1st May I am a laborer just by birth And will die in the same way I know my duties in a hearth Hope does not come near to say I am also one of humans

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

War

War prose poem

The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

It’s all the same song

It’s all the same song long poem

If someone were to take me to my task, if someone were to strip me naked, if someone were to thrust a mirror in my face, and ask me earnestly, ‘Isn’t this true? Isn’t it an undeniable fact that all

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

Though A Democrat

Though A Democrat prose poem

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean indubitably, favorably and certifiably with minimal pandering soliciting uber voodoo yawping woos socially quintessentially obviously markedly consciousness brakes alignment defining mine political views loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged, hidebound Democratic fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos

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Liberation

Liberation short poem

Life binds Life captivates Life ensnares, Life seduces Few have mettle To dare! I too not; But I love it not Accept it as God’s plot From which none Has an escape Nor a way of any sort. Death I

To Be A Butterfly

To Be A  Butterfly short poem

As a little child, I always wanted to be a butterfly but as I was growing up, the people who were heart of mine took little by little & piece by piece according to their capacity , and instead of

Men Of Nantucket

Men Of Nantucket short poem

The moon casts a shadow stretching across cold murky water embraced by the winds all rushing towards their impending loss and men seek forgiveness for all their sins Ripples of water embrace their cold face as tiredness cajoles their drooping

Childhood Reference

Childhood Reference short poem

In an unfamiliar thorny place, My grandparents’ home stood. Gone were the sounds of voices Sign of life swallowed up. The spot where we played, Path where the grass faded trampled on by footsteps, gone. So were my childhood references.

Irritable Bowel Syndrome Exacerbated Courtesy Of Prunes

Irritable Bowel Syndrome Exacerbated Courtesy Of Prunes short poem

lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons gastrointestinal tract vis a vis flatulence croons in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion eliminates fecal waste witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe (against time) and jet propulsion of sphincter muscles’ spasmodic desperately raced unpleasant symptom

Twenty First Century Fool

Twenty First Century Fool short poem

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant

A Life Of An Uneducated Immigrant long poem

Or, at least that’s what you might think. Judgement hurts in too many ways to count. I stand in the local thrift market looking for trinkets and such with my father. He came here to look for vintage picture frames

Questions Of Life

Questions Of Life short poem

What is the very reason for our existence? What makes us the dominating race on Earth? Remember no life can be bought through cents. Whether it’s an adult or a child’s birth Why do we work day and night? Just

That Glory Still Awaits You

That Glory Still Awaits You short poem

I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed

Devotion

Devotion short poem

I shall kneel before you And lay my servile body to rest. I shall press my humble face Against the softness of your feet, And every drop of my blood Shall be infused with your grace. I shall bare my

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is Smiling joyfully at a stranger frowning; Making him smile; problems drowning. Happiness is Waving wildly at a high-flying plane Making many feel that we are insane. Happiness is Raising up both our hands to the sky As we

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Believe

Believe long poem

I don’t believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere. I will not believe that the road ahead is

My Val

My Val short poem

My Val My Margret Sarah, my love, my partner and my Val You make me smile, sometimes frown You make me laugh and other times you make me want to cry You make me happy and sad You make me

Criticism

Criticism short poem

”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,

Love Sonnet 108

Love Sonnet 108 sonnet poems

My love, you must know of a poem, sweet, As sweet as honey, which bees used to keep, Or kiss, that lovers share as means to greet, Or ecstasy of dreams in blissful sleep; The poem has no words, nor

Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

An Animal With Two Tails

An Animal With Two Tails long poem

(A poem for children) Mummy, I saw an animal in the Zoo, Perhaps you’ve seen it too, He was huge and fat, Many times bigger than a cat; His eyes were very small Much smaller than a golf ball, He

Piece by Piece

Piece by Piece short poem

I’ve placed you inside my heart for now. I’m hoping you won’t break your way out too soon. This love will fade away but I’ve waited long enough. Please don’t add more bricks to the surrounding wall. Help me tear

Verbatim

Verbatim short poem

Can you come outside of you? The dream inside a dream of the show. It must go on. For prudence of plucking from singularity of indifference, of mooning. Once upon a moon in timeless moon a green snake entered the

Depression

Depression short poem

My most noticeable expression I don’t know what it’s caused by Maybe it’s because people lie Could it be that nobody cares Or is it from all of these cuts and tears All of this depression makes me feel so

Choices Good Or Bad

Choices Good Or Bad short poem

So here I am Sam Making choices good or bad The airhead lad Taking drugs, so sad He will never be glad, so sad Since he is hooked on drugs, too bad The life he will lead will be drab

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

Nature

Nature ode

Nature is a mother’s womb wherein purest of souls lie within. Souls of trees, souls of flowers and soul of humming bee that moves around in the park. All it does tell is the way to give and aspires to

Girl Of My Life

Girl Of My Life prose poem

You are the girl that make my stars collide. You are my heart’s desire, and also my lovely bride. Your smile moves evil people’s mind, into offering needy civilians a gift of a ride. You sometimes split your emotions into

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Musing

Musing short poem

I drift by through life letting not its stones hurt me I indulge myself in daydreams by wrapping myself in a cloud of soft memories. I take a book, a mug of coffee Sit in the rain listening to melodies

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

A lost soul on stolen time wonders like a landscape drifter For I am that which stands before you, a bottom feeder and shapeshifter Wizards watch wrath without wondering why Wither away like roses in winter whispering a thundering cry

The City Sleeps…

The City Sleeps… short poem

They say, “You miss someone when you lose that one”; I’ve lost some electricity this morning, and I already miss my hot shower. The washing machine just forgot her daily round, while the purifier has peed not in his earthen

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings