Elevated Poems

Elevated poems bring the best collection of short and long elevated poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great elevated rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these elevated poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on elevated are here for you.

Creativity Elevated:

Creativity Elevated: short poem

To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic

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Fear Factor

Fear Factor long poem

Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky

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Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s

The Green Visions

The Green Visions ballad

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

Queen Ii

Queen Ii short poem

Between the highs and lows experienced day to day. You are worth more than your weight in gold. This you should take pride in, The kindness, understanding, and strength that keeps your head elevated. A way to the truth is

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

Job And The German Mystic…

Job And The German Mystic... short poem

Four on the fold; Turned within: Coil and Pyramid An eye for an eye makes No world deaf No love held No life had Not a moment here Or a road in sight […] Once upon a time, when you,

Libration Of The Moon

Libration Of The Moon long poem

Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing

Elevation

Elevation long poem

Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

Darkness At Noon

Darkness At Noon short poem

Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to

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He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Mother’s Life Journey

Mothers Life Journey short poem

She is a bundle of joy delivering her child She breathes every moment to keep her child alive She forgoes food to drive away child’s hunger She skips her sleep to make the child sleep She cries when the child

An Ode To “once Mine” Love

An Ode To once Mine Love short poem

We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each

Love Sonnet 118

Love Sonnet 118 sonnet poems

Precious Moments Merit To Be Written, In poems kept under the best of care, Never again will such events happen, For Time nary remakes a past affair; Perhaps, I might reread those rhymes someday, That flaunt of sweet caress your

Crib Of Sun

Crib Of Sun short poem

He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother !

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother  ! prose poem

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She

I Do Not Die

I Do Not Die short poem

Manipulating grief, dirty hands – open the lid, release images. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non

We all want to be in one

We all want to be in one short poem

Illusions and how we chase them like mirage gives one the hope often a false one though but one who is lost will chase them still for that is all he has that is what remains sane in the insanity

Holes

Holes short poem

Fall in a hole and you’ll never get out Unless there’s a ladder, or someone to pull you out But you can’t take the chance You can’t take the risk They’re basically the ones who got you in this mess

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes short poem

I had a dream once, One where I flung my arms back And felt a caress so tight. I couldn’t help but feel at home. A place I haven’t been in so long. Night comes as I close my eyes.

Clock Maker (v2)

Clock Maker (v2) prose poem

Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.

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

Taboo

Taboo short poem

They called me a king, back when I was still nothing. I knew they saw something, but I just couldn’t bear knowing… that I would never be a delicate instrument. Such as words said, uttered, written down on a piece,

A Ten-minute Prayer

A Ten minute Prayer short poem

One minute, I took a deep breath. Two minutes, I move my head left and right. Three minutes, I began closing my eyes. Four minutes, I started thinking of all your lies. Five minutes, tears falling down my face. Six

Love Sonnet 90

Love Sonnet 90 sonnet poems

Deep sorrows I, in solitude partake, While mirth we share, basking sweetly in bliss, Such times are when I hid grief for your sake, Or when engaged in emprise of a kiss; It seems that night falls every time you

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

Her First Smile

Her First Smile short poem

Suddenly it so happened Our vision collided…. A pause for a moment Like it had stuck in time… You stood there only for second But it seemed to last forever… Snapping into reality You kept on walking on… Dumbfounded I

Black Knights

Black Knights short poem

Standing in the middle of the sun, trying to stop the time, waiting long near the bus stops, just in need of one bite. We dont have choice between work or study, as we are the children who sit beside

”Now” Of My Beloved

Now Of My Beloved short poem

You made me wait I waited You made me smile I smiled You rejuvenated me I acted like a toddler You called me I was always there for you You loved me I was pleased And it is ‘Now’ This

The Cherry Stone

The Cherry Stone english poems

I held in my hand a cherry stone And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit I planted it deep within the earth And with sun and with rain it began to shoot With tender stem it stretched

The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun short poem

Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in

Say Yes

Say Yes short poem

they always engross to bury you and you are digging that your true face rise up with no any word of complain until something miraculous happen with you so you kept mum and like Sisyphus you may grow up or

Hot Southern Nights

Hot Southern Nights prose poem

During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful Game of Major League Baseball on the radio. O, there

The shadow of me…

The shadow of me... short poem

In this endless journey, In this endless pursue, I thought – I was alone, Until, I found someone along with me, Paused briefly – momentarily, I looked back to see – For I thought may be it’s thee, But, It

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Society

Society short poem

We live in a Society driven by Fear, Anger, and Greed. Fear of the unknown lurking among us. Fear of others’ distrust. Fear of what lies in our demise. Anger in our eyes for the person who leads us astray.

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Ripples

Ripples short poem

I am driven across the river of time In silence tinged with voices within, People have always been playing parts As heroes or lovers to lift their hearts. Their voices sparkle in pages of history The stormy breath of struggle

Green Vision

Green Vision short poem

In a starry night an adolescent thought starts a rivalry. A baby moon squirms. No hour was safe from terror in dark. I climb the stairs breathlessly. The great divide deepens in hearts. Incisors bite the tongue, grey cells bleed