Familiarity Poems

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

My Facial Hair

My Facial Hair short poem

When I first adorned you, I was always so unsure… I was fighting my conscience, And kept looking for a cure…! Years passed yet I wondered, What would this world say… If I went on with you, For any longer

My Dad

My Dad prose poem

In all appearances, his feet were firmly planted in our southern home town It seemed clear that daddy’s life was fixed and fashioned on the grounds of Dixie But I’m also certain, there were times I heard his heart beating

A cultural cup of tea

A cultural cup of tea short poem

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

Safe-keepers

Safe keepers short poem

Too tired to sleep on in the morning, I wake up afraid of my own dreams, when the garbage truck arrives at my backdoor.Those men collecting everything with gloves, their tanned and hardened skin. They’re my stepbrothers because they feel

Of Memories

Of Memories ballad

This is the tale that seldom gets told But remains as a legend to us all getting old. Its subject is rooted in seedy old bars And con-men who waved from their ill-gotten cars. So many people, their age-range diverse,

Poems containing references to : Familiarity

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Infinity

Infinity ode

It was a place of echos and fragrance of spring.. Gentle like the weightlessness of clouds It was just about me and you being free.. Free from these mysterious doubts. Behind every place of refuge.. Plunged a maddening familiarity of

Mind Travel

Mind Travel prose poem

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for

Even should Lawrence expiate the pity

Even should Lawrence expiate the pity long poem

Even should Lawrence expiate the pity Describe in metaphor as he will the fig and snake None of this is as anything to this Two centuries later exceeding the equal of the take I mean, what goes through your mind

Tethering Frabjous

Tethering Frabjous short poem

It’s seven- -Syllables too quiet And I twitch– From teachers on my hand Open– close- Open– close Canyons of flesh Etch pain for remembrance To the familiarity, Of skin that dances To sun-kissed residues. Sleeping Shroudily With meadow-blossom Tethered by

नामाबर ये मिटा मिटा क्या है

नामाबर ये मिटा मिटा क्या है ghazal

उसने ख़त में भला लिखा क्या है नामाबर ये मिटा मिटा क्या है दिल का ये हाल हो गया क्या है मिल के बेदर्द से मिला क्या है दर्द को नींद आई जाती है क्या हुआ कोई जानता क्या है

Unmasked

Unmasked short poem

The thoughts that remained stiffened for words That abated its desire to be free For foster feelings that could not hold release Finally attempts a cross over To be seen if not for its worth of wait Then, for the

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Awake

Awake short poem

Yonder the horizon A red dawn rises Into the gorges’ deep Over peaks of old Into my hearty throbbing Waking love into a wingless flight To seek again for my heart’s Ever longing shine A blaze of yellow light alight

Conflicted Love

Conflicted Love prose poem

Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

A Noisy Earth

A Noisy Earth short poem

Noisy earth till nearly midnight Carries me to an aimless fight Unreached hope in head weight Puts down and thinks for light Forgotten, promised things come first Regret alone since it has not doubt Voice of mind would claim for

The Village Wimberley

The Village Wimberley short poem

There is a small town in Texas state where time ambles by at a slower kind of pace. Known as the hill country by all who reside and bounded by a river, through Hays County side. Wimberley village is of

Angelique

Angelique long poem

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless

July 18th- 2015

July 18th  2015 prose poem

365 days ago my life was forever changed. 12 quick months. 1 unbelievable year. He has a soul of fire and a mouth of destruction. He put me on a ride through hell and at the same time, a journey

Notions

Notions short poem

I thought you would walk behind, but you went ahead. I felt your place is at home, but you went to rule the world. I believed knowledge is my domain, but you invaded that terrain. I was conditioned to believe

Missing You

Missing You long poem

You don’t know how happy I am, When I first saw you. You cradled me in your arms, And said the words I love you. The day I took my first walk, I saw the happiness in your face, You

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers short poem

She knows That he knows That she knows He watches her! His silent eyes With a tip-off arrogance Makes him one of a kind. Her soothing smile With a pinch of grieve Sticks her out in a mile. A vain

War!

War! short poem

I don’t remeber what I tried to forget Lost words that were better left unspoken The days that were gone, that were never to happen again You were one in a million and I was a thousand to two Now

Writing Pain

Writing Pain short poem

I love to write with an Ink pen But my Ink is not an ordinary one With colors like blue, red or green I have an ink pot full of tears Whenever my pen dries I fill it up with

Heavy Metal

Heavy Metal long poem

The heavy metal series of poetry demonstrates an inner ability to speak words of kindness; Toward the resolve of the 1980’s heavy metal scene; To demonstrate a reasonable high calibur of interest; To the average novice of intellect, It’s plausible

Because Of You

Because Of You short poem

Because of you the autumn winds, and obscure hues of melancholy cannot mute the cheery tinge of spring’s melody. Because of you I do endure the flames that sorrows invoke though hard do the odds conspire but strong is the

Am Skies

Am Skies short poem

Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping

Impromptu

Impromptu long poem

Often yet not frequent, I’d see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment, Ne’er ought I insinuate

Be Brave

Be Brave long poem

Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire

Love Directions

Love Directions short poem

Up and down, something special happen inside of my head when I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figured out what I don’t know. Let and right this my way, close to

The Flat Tyre

The Flat Tyre prose poem

It was the close of her day’s work; She signed out, got in her car and drove off; On her way from work, driving home; She noticed the car’s left-rear tyre had gone flat; She pulled over to review further;

Topical Now…

Topical Now... short poem

Integrity of door was challenged, walls will not take the blame. Tension increased between believing and non-believing. Did we listen to moaning of night? There was a murder in broad day-light. Eyes will not betray the whisking of corpse, pallbearers

Finished

Finished short poem

If right hand is unfit for the mouse it can be the left. The mouse is made ready for this adjustment. Both right and left fingers play well on the keyboard and the mind over the screen. Thoughts can still

Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

Willow

Willow short poem

A curse and a blessing sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, somewhere between darkness and dawn a candle in the wind… I take it to the heart, I take it on the run crossing some crazy state line one more

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed;

Values In Life – 1

Values In Life – 1 short poem

Life is full of fun; But without batten Of values beacon Life will be just a hun. If you want in life won Approx values bidden – Not money, values one Can lead to success done. Difference between bison And

To My Dear Valentine

To My Dear Valentine short poem

I think I have seen you few days before Since I saw you, I’m loving you even thousand times more when free from every worry, from all business shall I spend all my time beside you my princess to have

Pacemaker

Pacemaker short poem

Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The