Exception Poems

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

My Exception

My Exception short poem

Have you ever had a love so wrong that it’s not? What about a friend, so ugly that they’re hot? I won’t deny it, I don’t feel this way a lot. Maybe I’ll make an exception… I hate you’re far

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Guilty

Guilty short poem

Committing crime has two sides Rich or poor is no exception Reasons may be plenty some may be for gain some may be out of pain greedy may escape punishment Genuine may suffer punishment suffering due to punishment fades away

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Unspoken And Unseen

Unspoken And Unseen short poem

Some words are unspoken Some words are unseen We leave them all in a moment And never turn around to see Time and tide wait for none But my dear the exception is one Wait for a second and stand

Just In Time For The Holidays

Just In Time For The Holidays short poem

Well and it seems everybody must be doing their last Minute Christmas shopping today So now I avoid the interstate after the standstill I was In this morning I’ve heard your new hit song on the radio twice already Babe

Control Me

Control Me long poem

I am darker than the night, Moving fast as the light. I am stealthy, I am sleek, Skipping above mountain peaks. No human hand can make me. No earthly band can raid me. Built am I to navigate dimensions, Programmed

To Be Loved

To Be Loved short poem

I want to be the exception to your tenacious nature. I want to be the reason you desire a refined version of yourself. I want to be the one who demolishes the barriers you have constructed around your being. I

Tears From Clowns

Tears From Clowns long poem

there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire

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Which Way Did She Go

Which Way Did She Go short poem

where have I gone to where did I go? has anyone seen me does anyone know? I was here for a while and then disappeared I knew it would happen it’s just as I feared when I don’t pay attention

Winter

Winter short poem

We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood, Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I Squeeze into the thick silences of trees. Now the dark lights of Christmastide afflict us Twilight memories drift, flux and flicker In this breeze

Tamso’ ma jyotir gamaya

Tamso ma jyotir gamaya short poem

A faint knock on the door again reminiscent of old demons old dilemmas that die hard enticing me to the unknown, once again uncharted terrain with entrapment for life trying to re-define, re-invent what all take for granted why does

It’s Not Good For Me To Fall For Either Of You

It’s Not Good For Me To Fall For Either Of You short poem

Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In

Dad

Dad long poem

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

Lucky Charm

Lucky Charm short poem

As I step forth, Fear creeps in Legs trembling Eyes blurring Hands quivering Heart wailing Thoughts dwindling Silence surrounds me Standing in despair But I could see the light emanating Radiance of love gently touches me Glory wraps me Peace

A Paean To Reasonable Men.

A Paean To Reasonable Men. ballad

Beyond the storm of screams and groans And cries of a wretched tortured people, Lies a child curled, fists to his ears Consumed by the roar and fury Of a haunted Peace. Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl ballad

If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight

Butterflies!

Butterflies! short poem

End of gold, and the clear sky turns black from blue, begins to cry; A pall of gloom as far my sight, the brightest day, darker than night. I pass my gaze over the awashed way, brilliant colours all, all

The Funeral

The Funeral elegy

I know how it goes… You show up, you tear up and you grow up. You shake hands, accept hugs and grieve. You say goodbye to your beloved… I know how it goes… You lose a piece of yourself and

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

Old and lonely at life’s end Taking life as it comes many sunrise dry the dew that soaked the clothes many sunset I have seen Barren lands are now towns right before my eyes roads have sprung where vegetation thrive

End Of A Year

End Of A Year prose poem

Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –

Poet’s Instinct

Poets Instinct long poem

I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the

To Hold You Again

To Hold You Again short poem

A time there was you needed my love And I was there to hold you and it did A world of good for me too but now it’s Been a long time gone, still my love for You goes on

Anger

Anger short poem

Words, like thorns With poisoned tips: Drawing blood, Inflicting pain; The hurt becoming A blinding rage, Lashing out, so no one Dares again. *** And numberless years Of lashing out, Of building fences With barbed wires; To preserve, protect, Or

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Why do I feel this searing pain That seems my very heat inflames And in the depths of silence hush It feels my soul with weight is crushed Yes, my mind does wonder far And seems my sanity does mar

1998

1998 short poem

On seeing a big field, Stopped my car. It’s almost evening now. The boys are coming out Through the broken wall. Their football …1998! A friendly dog came running; This one looks like Blacky. Don’t have anything now, dear! …From

Dark Panacea

Dark Panacea short poem

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like

I Am Your Reflection

I Am Your Reflection short poem

Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your

Empathy

Empathy short poem

Word by word I was drinking your fathomless pain, not asking to shine any prehistoric sin. You are still flying straight as the crow flies into timeless grief. Why we have to suffer in the hands of tiny barbs? Who

Delicious Treat

Delicious Treat short poem

Mommy Mommy, can you bake a cake today ? I’ll be quiet , I’ll stay in my room and play. Mommy Mommy, I can hardly wait To taste a yummy slice upon my plate. Mommy Mommy, is it done yet?

Our Beliefs

Our Beliefs prose poem

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

The Picture On The Wall

The Picture On The Wall short poem

There is a picture on the wall, With some people hanging around Each smiling and laughing Enjoying and having the time of their lives Each wearing their own costumes, Each with their own colours Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Yellow, Green,

Let Peace Prevail

Let Peace Prevail short poem

Let peace prevail and human love not fail, to make this earth a heaven by killing every demon, that we may have inside us and let love drive us to a place full of serenity truthfulness and honesty.

Uncelebrated Valentines

Uncelebrated Valentines prose poem

(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart long poem

She was standing there, all arms around her, wet face, silky hair, everything pure. Never letting go. Birds in the open blue flying in all different directions, screeching and screaming, whistling and flapping, white noise. Beating hearts with tiny limb

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

Red Hot Lover

Red Hot Lover long poem

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would

O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

Can I?

Can I? short poem

Can I be, a seed that is left in the wild? Probably to sprout or just be as it is And not sprout. Can I be, a dewdrop on a wild flower? Left to be drunk by a bee or

Rage

Rage short poem

Impatient with the world Engulfed in flames of fury RAGE IN CONTROL Nothing PLEASANT Screaming in my Head READY TO EXPLODE No more SMILES Bitterness with a cold heart DESPERATE TO LET GO Seeing things through RESTLESS eyes Feeling TRAPPED

An Old Rose

An Old Rose long poem

When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes