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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That

That short poem

I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.

In The Garden Of Dates

In The Garden Of Dates short poem

In the garden of dates, autumn is in love, With the crowning glory of sky blue above, Bringing the fruits of this October day light, I saw your splendor in the misty dawn slot, You appear in a shadow of

Yea, You All Look Alike

Yea, You All Look Alike short poem

The Democrats The baseball executives The cops The professionals and the experts and their assistants Swapping talking points and selling the deal Shoveling our infrastructure and our water to the rich as fast as you can Dispersing low grade food

Fly – Flight – An Ode To Birds

Fly   Flight   An Ode To Birds long poem

Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable

When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,

Just Another Journal Entry

Just Another Journal Entry prose poem

The thing about it is that I don’t know who I want to be with or if I want to be with anyone at all. I’ve spent my entire life being tied down to a lover, not ever knowing what

Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship long poem

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

Magnetism Sight

Magnetism Sight short poem

I am the shadow I can not exist without you We are one in a complementary Rather than opposing duality I am dark and cold You are light and warm I am a shady place And you are a sunny

Painter’s Love

Painters Love short poem

You said you’re in love with that image of me On the wall, the painting hanging delicately. You said you love the slopes, curves of my face Those subtle little lines you just love to trace. You said my lips,

Meltdown

Meltdown short poem

Unveiled, the moon will find you after morose beginning of becoming – me Homophobia creeps in, beyond the condemnation, the incompleteness. You walk straight in the arms of contradiction, confusion smearing the wall with your crimson, nihilistic words. Every other

A Tiny Drop Of Tear

A Tiny Drop Of Tear long poem

A tiny drop of tear Washes away my fear Enlightens my heart with hope Encourages me towards the Lords’ rope Eyes shedding the waters Drops,tip top and the cheeks wet Somewhere,in me,the pain rattles I confuse people with this rain

Dragons From Mars

Dragons From Mars short poem

In the catacombs of Ares there’s an ancient liar of Dragons on the dark side of Mars, savage and giant creatures with enormous and powerful wings and with the beating of their wings cause great sand storms, blocking out all

Trees

Trees sonnet poems

Trees give so much yet receive so little Our attitude towards them is brittle Have we considered what we do to trees? Or not, I should think, we do as we please Compared to us, they have given us lots

Sporting Heart

Sporting Heart short poem

Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet

The Red Rock…

The Red Rock... short poem

Give me some time to live, with the possibility of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel. I have already exhausted my age behind the spiked doors. I was longing to meet myself today, to find the throw back. Which of

Nothing But Love

Nothing But Love ballad

We fight often and sometimes we hate each other, But your love is my only concern and other things they vaguely bother. It’s surreal yet it’s true, I can walk miles alone just to be with you. Sometimes the thought

The Fiddler At London’s Tower

The Fiddler At Londons Tower sonnet poems

Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

Lilium

Lilium short poem

My last hour, my brightest day; My last walk with the living, in my coffin of regret. Ah, joyous Delirium; weep for me not, for once I loved my arrogance of life, my wine of alloyed memories; now spilled upon

The Honeymoon

The Honeymoon ballad

Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather

My Heart Is No More

My Heart Is No More short poem

I think of her when the sun does rise I think of her when it falls from the sky When I sleep the dreams always start With my love leaving with my heart She lacked the courage and I the

A Poet’s Love For Poems

A Poets Love For Poems short poem

As a lover of poems; I imagine, I explore, I discover, I write. As a lover of poems; I read, I pause for a while, I understand, I feel every inch of words written. As a lover of poems; I

Scrapbook

Scrapbook short poem

The story of her life began with him, Coming up to her he brought in the love scene, Everything had been so picture perfect, It seemed straight out of a silver screen..! The photographs of that era brings, Tears in

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly

To A Dying Ant

To A Dying Ant short poem

What implorations do they trace? These crooked legs in convulsion These crawly things in deathly grace What feeling evoke, what compulsion? The crushed mass on concrete floor In pasty death mocks my wisdom Should I act, or do I ignore

Threads

Threads short poem

You’re the strangest person Yet I’m familiar with most of you You’re the laziest ass I know Yet I hope you to make it up to me . You’ve never lived with me Yet I miss you, Our memories! You

Unfeelable

Unfeelable ballad

writers don’t die, they only get buried said me to myself when i was worried i don’t have a soul, i am the soul, i just have an anatomy actually the world is an academy closer to me and closer

Happiness Of The World

Happiness Of The World short poem

It was a big floor with full of shops and lights, There I stood in a corner to watch the flow of people, They seemed to me, a river flowing with all its might. People were of different, in color

The Ballad Of The Naughty Glowworm

The Ballad Of The Naughty Glowworm ballad

There once was a glowworm Who’s tail would glow quite bright You could always see him dancing On a warm summer night When he wasn’t dancing And needed to rest He’d turn off his taillight With a switch under his

Poverty

Poverty short poem

In the land of dull knives I was a sharpened spoon master of grapefruit lake bright at midnight dark at nine weather swirled pin wheel frigate birds drove themselves into the teeth of a hailstorm feathers dancing on the agate