Estrangement Poems

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

Emptiness

Emptiness short poem

Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with

Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl short poem

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Poems containing references to : Estrangement

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

Verge Of Defunct

Verge Of Defunct long poem

Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs

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Freedom

Freedom short poem

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Fooling Our Self

Fooling Our Self long poem

The heart of life is in all, who by God are called, But on the way, some have wrecked, some have stalled. Yet the Heart of Life, is still in them you see, They’re just not as strong, as they

Timeless Love

Timeless Love short poem

As long as I am alive And breathe life Wake up from slumber I value timeless love. None really understand Nor it is same for all Love is an individual experience Filtered by expectations. An invariability of sorts As much

Every Time I’m Around You

Every Time Im Around You short poem

Well I can just imagine being your one and only and spending the rest of my life with you baby I can see it all so clearly in my mind in some magic place in time but you don’t even

Illustrious Or Inglorious

Illustrious Or Inglorious short poem

Life is a simple play Don’t make it mysterious. All complicated words wrapped into one, Make a bunch of gawky efforts and simultaneous grief. Myriad mementos contemplating miseries, Do no less than to future, humiliation and bad welcoming. That’s what

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

John The Revelator (revelation 1)

John The Revelator (revelation 1) short poem

I am John I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day I heard this lavish trumpet saying I AM Alpha and Omega I AM the first and Last I saw 7 Golden lamp stands I saw the Son of

Gentle Breeze

Gentle Breeze prose poem

Traversing the hills, caressing the trees, gently swirling the scene. Life’s medium moves, ebbs and flows surrounding all with subtle sensation. Moving all with jocularity. Ripples across an endless water. Lifting wings, sailing seeds. Consistent, generationally reminding life of its

Lives Untold

Lives Untold short poem

Lives untold Lives not read Lives unfollowed Lives not led Some don’t want it Some don’t need it Some don’t have a choice So take it Take it in Breathe the air around you Let life begin Let it end

Like The Sunflower

Like The Sunflower short poem

My hopes are like rain in desert Passed out so quickly somewhere, I am burnt to be dried in flames Tossed in fumes black as time Wreathed and mingled in blue, Life is not like a clear stream Nor its

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls short poem

Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,

Strike Out.

Strike Out. long poem

After so much struggle  Throughout the year , After achieving success  That you had feared, It’s time to cherish.  To be thankful for the good  Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,

Personality

Personality prose poem

Not everybody becomes famous Some fizzle out without trace Some acquire recognition but not total popularity Very few wins the heart of all gaining unprecedented devotion Charisma stems from the root of genes Some are introvert and shy and cant

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not

Broken Promise

Broken Promise short poem

Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am

Your Eyes

Your Eyes short poem

I have looked deep into your eyes and I can see your soul. Did you know that your eyes speak so much? I have heard your eyes telling me how happy you are when you see me. And I know

Cupid’s Loss

Cupids Loss short poem

Cupid wrote a poem  Hefty in the shape of hearts The mischievous wind grew jealous Plotting to scatter his heartfelt leaflets            Not remembering their order  He sorted them best he could The wind laughed at his misfortune Proud of its

Locked

Locked short poem

Bird with colorful freedom Slumbers in a golden cage With clipped wings And away from the ostentious world The free cadaverous bird Lured away from self discovery Will surely fall into An unfathomable pit of failure The floundering bird Struck

Dual Personality

Dual Personality long poem

Oh Man ! you exhibit your lone face outwardly but cleverly hide two more inwardly Outwardly you are seen to the naked Eye but your inward face often spins like two faces of the same coin without clarity You may

Journey Back To You

Journey Back To You short poem

If I ever lose my way, promise to help me find my way back, I know it won’t be easy because it’s such a setback. If I forget who I really am, remind me as you always have, You’re the

The Tango

The Tango short poem

Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed

Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

Chaos

Chaos short poem

They walk amongst the bone and the flesh and the screams unheard, those eyes that watch their home burnt, What is this chaos and what is this pain? Where is this land where death and agony prevails? Are we born

The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree short poem

The trees give us water and fresh air, We shouldn’t be destructive that isn’t really fair; They give us oxygen and food, We shouldn’t kick them or break their leaves whether in a rage or in a bad mood; To

Hands

Hands short poem

Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses

Attaining Eleven

Attaining Eleven short poem

Desperate to be well My guts were manufacturing Barbed wire and I could feel Every yank of the sibling strands Grating of their braiding Bite of each marital point As the barbs were pinched Onto the endless line. Later, on

He is an Island

He is an Island short poem

In a desert all alone, where there had been life once, allured by the radiance of solitude, he trudges along, stepping on fossils, from times gone by. Waiting for a mirage to happen, to seduce his senses to insanity, so

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain   Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

The World That Is Unspoken!

The World That Is Unspoken! short poem

The unspoken desires, The far away dreams, The actual dilemmas, The plans on the streets, The turning arounds’ and wishing bys The genuine laughters and the passing cries. To the road paved down And the ones not taken, The smiling

An Old School Poem

An Old School Poem short poem

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

The Unconquered

The Unconquered elegy

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears

A Family Dust

A Family Dust short poem

A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Was it a pink

Life Is Grey

Life Is Grey short poem

Neither the victim nor the convict I am the witness of my excruciating journey I saw myself rising I saw myself failing I tended myself alone sometimes even inflicted pain on my own self selfish as I am called I