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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Some Feelings

Some Feelings short poem

Never felt this way before, You have taken hold of me somehow…! Its not everyday one feels like this, I know I’m in love and I need you now…!! Nothing will change, Because its already done…! And it will be

Autumn!

Autumn! sonnet poems

Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed

Hungry Angels

Hungry Angels short poem

Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?

Atonement

Atonement short poem

I have Killed and pillaged Plundered and pilloried Raped and destroyed Beauty and innocence In its purest form Nature… Her plaintive cries When she trembled And quaked And melted, Her pleas Have I ignored And now I must pay. Through

In The Pale Moonlight

In The Pale Moonlight short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you

It’s About Time

Its About Time short poem

It’s time to grow like wild grass With no spot of terrain parched. Time to unlearn the old bigotry. Time to let love burst outwards Through the fissures in the wall Permeating its hues into all lives. Time to shed

Memories

Memories short poem

My memories have become nomads, And they come back all at once. Like strangers from myriad surreal lands, Or a thousand prodigal sons. How far from home, we have strayed mother! From that sunny dreaming hearth, So my memories seem

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of

In Honor Of Alan Rickman

In Honor Of Alan Rickman short poem

Remember remember remember the past, The sparkling in our eyes with a tint of gold, Our youth was forbidden to last, The sorrows of the world began to unfold, Long aching days I spent, With red rimmed eyes, Thoughts and

Naughty Baby

Naughty Baby short poem

Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give

Ode To A Squirrel

Ode To A Squirrel ode

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

My Shinning Pome

My Shinning Pome short poem

I reached a shining pome in company of cloves To ripen its taste by the shade of the grove How then it lingered my buds so bittersweet I had its heart for mine, but still my own to keep Placing

The Smoke He Left Behind

The Smoke He Left Behind short poem

Running, sown with tears of betrayal, a young woman fell helplessly across the tree which lay in the pathway she slowly pushed herself to sit up and to use her sleeve to dry her tears. why did I ever choose

Silent Prayer

Silent Prayer short poem

What does tomorrow hold, what would the choices lead to, would there be happiness, or would we languish in misery? Times will never be same again, people will never be same again, one last look at the things getting left

The Gulf

The Gulf short poem

To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

Again It’s Spring

Again Its Spring short poem

Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean

In The Morning Of Summer

In The Morning Of Summer short poem

In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you My heart, my heart is lonely Still don’t realize you left me lonely In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Remembering

That Night

That Night long poem

The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her

Pools Of Love

Pools Of Love short poem

Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving

Purple Moon

Purple Moon short poem

Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion

Retribution

Retribution short poem

Take my soul and watch it burn. Thee shall not be afraid of the flames that surrounds the earth. I only seek revenge on those who my trust betrayed. A minute more not to waste. They shall run. I will

Taboo

Taboo prose poem

Total abandonment of better understanding, unspoken fear and wild eyed in disbelief, shadows in the cemetery, a lovers grief like the image in a broken mirror like a black cat crossing your path, blood stained tears falling on a single

The Ballard Of The Hybrid

The Ballard Of The Hybrid long poem

Look at him he is a monster Everything he sees he detests Everyone near him grows to either envy him Or hate his very heart let alone make a mockery of his very name Why should the boy get any

Fallen Dreams

Fallen Dreams short poem

In olden days, I had a habit of writing dreams On a piece of paper And hanging it on the wall. But now-a-days, When I look up on the hanging papers I hung up; reminds me of a halter Which

Pedestrian Talk

Pedestrian Talk prose poem

Everyday I wake up not knowing where I am For each day when I hesitantly open that dreaded door confronting me dreaming I’d never woken up I enter an unfamiliar world different from the yesterdays and the tomorrows if I

My Life Is Leif

My Life Is Leif short poem

About days, when heart is alone.. Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd.. About days, when home is Abode Moments are time and path is

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the