Dummy Poems

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

You And Me

You And Me short poem

You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position

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Room Of The Poet

Room Of The Poet prose poem

Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there

Who Are They?

Who Are They? prose poem

Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,

Your Enemy

Your Enemy short poem

She smiles in your face so pretty, But her intentions are dirty, Because behind your back it’s another story, And she talks out your business like it was history, So stop telling her things about you that are confidential, Because

Your Enemy

Your Enemy short poem

She smiles in your face so pretty,   But her intentions are dirty,   Because behind your back it’s another story,   And she talks out your business like it was history,   So stop telling her things about you

Suicidal Teddy

Suicidal Teddy short poem

Round and round the garden lost in despair Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday No more hugs and

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Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

I saw you alright, but I am not noticing you yet you have come at the wrong moment, and I cannot be your destiny, I cannot yield to myself anymore. And yes the flame has died down there is nothing

If How I

If How I short poem

If I could stay in my space and not walk outside, then live in my head when I go for a ride If I could close both my eyes and pretend I’m blind, then not see the world when I think

A Seek

A Seek short poem

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

Love Sonnet 121

Love Sonnet 121 sonnet poems

The Heavens look awesome from where I stand, Staggering my thoughts, such expanse to fly, Is such splendor seen from your side of land Despite clouds that the viewing of which deny; I raised my outstretched hand to feel the

Memories!!!

Memories!!! short poem

Down the lane there Lives a memory mine Of friends who cared Loved and bothered, Of a love so dear Whose loss I could not bear Of a granny who loved Taught and scolded Down these lanes live Memories and

Where Thou Are

Where Thou Are ode

Where thou are My creator and my god from the moment you knew I am never a second you unthought me my tantrums; you smiled my attitudes; you redirected you knew me better than me your love boundless selfless yet….

Glorified Discreetly

Glorified Discreetly short poem

Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,

The Sentinal

The Sentinal short poem

The first time that I pass the old man in the rock… I am young, few years off the teat The road winds through the pass, of green and black I glide, a passenger on a ferry with wheels Nike

The Way

The Way short poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

A Reason To Smile

A Reason To Smile short poem

Hold that smile for a second more, For it has its reason to be there, Unlike some forgotten lore, It was not just a sheer chance That carved in that spot of joy. Let it feel the expanse of your

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

Loyalty

Loyalty short poem

I think your heartbeats are more loyal than you, because when I hugged you, last night, they already warned me that you will be leaving me today, thus see, I’m not hurt Or simply I have no more tears to

Numb

Numb prose poem

Life is but a fleeting moment. Death is but an unseen influence. Neither have any significance. Humanity is all of empty shells walking on broken ground. Emotions are only uncontrollable hormones. We act like we live with feeling when we

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Oxymoronic Heart In Love

Oxymoronic Heart In Love short poem

Still, even now, I have two minds… It must be – Either You’re acting, to make me hate you, Or You’re really worth hating. See how foolish I am, to still trust you, See how bold I am, to let

On Mr. John Milton’s Comus

On Mr. John Milton’s Comus short poem

For Lord’s exultant installation thou Singest for the performance at Ludlow, Of greatest Virtue that high Heav’n bestows On mansions virgin demoiselles doth house, That no temptation could utterly soil, No evil spirit ever durst to foil, Nor Circe’s son

Moments, Memories And Messages.

Moments, Memories And Messages. short poem

Let’s talk about all that has been unsaid. Shenanigans. Let’s walk to the beyond. I do not want to cross the wall. I just need to see what lies beyond. Are you scared? Your pupils have diluted. And I can

Exporting

Exporting short poem

That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present

Perfection

Perfection short poem

Her eyes hid a shade of beauty A sense of a deeper struggle, restrained behind dried up tears and sealed lips A tale of always searching for acceptance in mediocrity Next to a society determining what beauty is, from a

Faith

Faith short poem

Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday short poem

On an Easter Sunday reminiscing histories. Mulling over life’s mysteries recounting old losses reckoning unknown forces. A kindred soul adding warmth and glow. Dispelling the gloom of a sense of impending doom. Once again light and cheer fill the room.

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer long poem

I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or on the outside, is it

Anonymous Depression

Anonymous Depression short poem

Devil’s blunt fingers icy slick palm every morning in my stomach waking to a cold tide no cell, no sentence just another day’s time to do head down avoid the warders visiting day comes familiar faces look ugly in a

Irreparable Damage

Irreparable Damage short poem

Broken,shattered and lost with loneliness deep in my roots I don’t wish for any spring because I am tired of humans. the people who were my blood, my friends have changed with time like weather and I am unable to

A Balcony

A Balcony long poem

A balcony is beautiful With a sky clear A balcony is beautiful With you there A balcony is pretty With rain coming down A balcony is pretty When you get a flower crown A balcony is terrorsome When it is

Nan

Nan short poem

your nan, your grama your whatever you called ‘er a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun love aplenty, wisdom a ton strong cementing, dependable fixture penchant for silliness stirred into

Enigmatic

Enigmatic short poem

Spiral staircase, Damp wooden floor, Mighty spider’s shelter- an ominous grey cobweb, Flakes of wall Integrated the mansion. The landlord was superannuated from life Without taking his pension. The dark lonely aisle struggles To utter some bright stories, Throwing light

The Loving Cobra

The Loving Cobra ode

The love scene of a cobra, I saw, It kisses all over the body of its Love-hit snake -girl, very carefully, Keeps close its mouth, not to Wound her, keeping its teeth in, Shut closed its venomous flows. The word

Consensual

Consensual short poem

You left behind touchstones when I was inventing another zero. Black and white, sobering transparency was reclaiming the mandate of dust. Barefoot lambs were clamouring for ethics in forbidden land. The sun shrinks the clouds to distribute equally, the landscape

My Adorable Mother

My Adorable Mother ode

To my sweet and lovely mamma with greatest love and respect. My mother is a lady of strong convictions, She loves unity condemns fractions. She is a talented lady of diverse arts,she has a good command on her mother-tongue,and Knows

Blue Divinity

Blue Divinity short poem

In situ, a pod holds a promise, in the wake of a terrorist bomb. Peace, said a weeping well – my bucket is empty again. Because of a spin in the rainbow sky was becoming dark. The hand on the

My Mother, my Lover

My Mother, my Lover ballad

I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.