Elevation Poems

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

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,

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The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Lighter Than A Feather

Lighter Than A Feather prose poem

Lighter than a feather, when weighed on you though, never heavier, Rain in the storm, blown away I’m torn, open up, it’s not like the norm Adored but not shown, praises that become worn, Show me the love, where’s the

Kamikaze

Kamikaze long poem

So cold But so still Will my well Begin to kill my Own selfish ways Or should I just stay Frozen in order to decay In the mist of the bay May I fly to die? Or soar to become

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina long poem

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

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I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

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

Soaked In Blood

Soaked In Blood short poem

They had surrounded the tank; collars on the legs. You were tracking the revolution. The process melts the crosses in flowing blood. Everybody was carrying a rose. The bruises were spreading on table. King was drinking wine. Unwritten law. Death

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells

Apple Picking

Apple Picking short poem

Immenseness of the contrast – from blue eyes to red apples, (we must stop apple picking!) from smashed leg to a stone wall – squanders the soft toys of time. A peach colored queen lies in state from centuries to

Love Sonnet 214

Love Sonnet 214 sonnet poems

Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine; How like sunset is, to the falling tide,

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live short poem

I guess it is never late to live where I am, For the past has left me grieving alone, Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green, For none of them appear here, where I am. Past memories linger grieving, Was

Confess

Confess sonnet poems

How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so

Posterity..

Posterity.. short poem

Search not for me in sepia tinted hues, Seek me not in memories when you have the blues. I was someone who dwelt in your domain And yet a soul uncaptured, free of rein. Remember me not in belongings I

I Want Nothing

I Want Nothing short poem

A stunning hurl of androids on command, pulled by empty space when a talking primate decides the course of universe. A non-existent living from moment to moment prepares a moon man to jump into religion for salvation. The wedding of

Klonopin Warrior

Klonopin Warrior short poem

Drifting away with the evening breeze yesterday’s happiness tends to disappear I watch myself in the mirror, and know the Klonopin warrior comes to the rescue It´s a mask that covers my tears just take it and hold it into

Rocks And Skulls

Rocks And Skulls short poem

It was like spidural dry crumbs of silence descending, a still born sun popped out through a raw hoematoma: mountain was guilty of something, it changed its mood and started talking to clouds until the sky turned crimson. The fountains

Needles And Pins

Needles And Pins short poem

Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind

I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Bellus Corpus

Bellus Corpus english poems

The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish Like the tears in the rain. The young or mature, Your joy, your sorrow The death will not wait Succumbing to anaerobes That will feast on thee Yet you

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol short poem

There’s a Christmas in my heart That keeps burning The candle of sweet joys And hopeful days, blissful memories of the past Like an eternal shine Of the happiness divine Dispelling, The darkness within And I shine like a sun

Cross My Heart

Cross My Heart short poem

Oh my love I know you know how I feel about you but I just wanted to tell you one more time again… I CROSS MY HEART and hope to die never will I ever stop loving you never will

You sing to the Gods

You sing to the Gods ode long poem

An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no

My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

My mind is a place, and often I’m told Those who would venture are far more than bold Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right Fear and disorder, perfection and truth

Wag The Dog

Wag The Dog short poem

Roll up, roll up and welcome to the show Put your mind in neutral and go along with the flow The spin doctors are pumping out another remix on their digital decks Producers and directors using the full palette of

Someday Someplace

Someday Someplace short poem

Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough sonnet poems

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough, And now I think I ought to have a stab; I’m not that sure about romantic stuff, But general this and that seems rather fab. Wordsworth’s general sonnets aren’t my thing, Although he’s written some

Twist My Heart Again

Twist My Heart Again short poem

Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark

Incoherent lives..

Incoherent lives.. short poem

  Radio blares incoherent songs people speak excitedly about music billboards advertise wares there are outlets everywhere the lights are bright and night still young and the road never ends… There is a girl in silhouette a woman with torn

Romance

Romance short poem

I was dumb struck to see a beautiful damsel approaching me, flashing like Sun rays piercing through the silver lining of the cloud , and rolling down like a twinkling star is she a mere fragrance of flower is she

Rebuked

Rebuked short poem

Heart filled with hate Blood cold as a winter night Forgotten by Jesus Raped by a demon Innocence was stolen At a young age, Eyes are swollen How can I forgive? I pray but my sins are too great To

He”- An Important Persona

He”  An Important Persona long poem

“HE” He is an important persona. He is- who is omnipresent, and makes me feel special. He is- who is outstandingly unique, that nobody can ever beat. He is- who rings the bells of my heart, with a dart. “HE”

Stay Even When I’m Broken Or Go For Good

Stay Even When Im Broken Or Go For Good long poem

So what does it take? Me succeeding for you to care Is success a reason to stay Or is the lack of it an excuse to abandon me I thought we were family Yes by blood but it’s more than

The Shoulders Of Giants

The Shoulders Of Giants short poem

Ours is a world built on ruin. Atop the shoulders of Ozymandias, Balanced on top of pyramids, Set upon the foundations of castles Which sank into swamps long ago. Where one falls out of history, Soon another picks up the

Those Moments

Those Moments short poem

Those moments waiting for which was taking a life time, those moments have come and gone, those moments when two souls became one, those moments when they heard each other’s soft moan, those moments when they thought each other they

Doom’s Day

Doom’s Day short poem

The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika.

Mice And Lions

Mice And Lions long poem

When the mice roar, Even the lions squeak All those who had mocked And dismissed the meek Now scream in fear And in terror, cower As there happens a monumental Shift in luck, in power. For those who are on