Felt Poems

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

When Love Is Felt

When Love Is Felt short poem

Into the darkness, into the night, Filled with despair, no reason to survive, I lay down with everything to lose, No hope no life and reason to grow,. A winter wind passing by, Touching my skin and shiverinv by., The

Love Never Felt

Love Never Felt long poem

I wonder As I look into your eyes, If you have ever given us a thought If you have ever felt my heart aching Aching for your love and undivided attention Crying for you to fight for us Cause I

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You And Without You

You And Without You long poem

You walk with me Stand next to me Talk to me, I actually hear, Listen to me, I talk, You eat, laugh, sing… Next to me, I sense, You wave when friends leave, Again standing just behind me I can

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Thirst Of A Human Touch

Thirst Of A Human Touch short poem

I wandered in the woods – No humans around. No feelings , no worries, no cries and laughter, Only the chirping of Birds, Howling of Jackals, buzzing of Bees heard around. The Trees were bouncing in the wind- The cool

Ego

Ego short poem

I was on top of the ‘world’, When I was promoted to the rank of the ‘director’. I got a very hefty salary hike, Which was such a ‘delight I felt I am the ‘greatest’, Whom I thought none can

Now Cupid, once, he made a fool of me

Now Cupid, once, he made a fool of me sonnet poems

NOW Cupid, once, he made a fool of me, He struck me with his wayward, golden dart; And all at once I felt sweet agony, Just like a glowing ember in my heart. I heard a voice; then something caught

The Incomplete Woman

The Incomplete Woman long poem

Sitting on the bed your legs stretched, on your shoulder so lovingly you kept my head, holding my face with your palms you kissed me on my forehead, embracing me in your arms you kissed me on both my eyes,

At Sixty

At Sixty long poem

AT SIXTY I approached SIXTY I started behaving FUNKY I thought life will be MESSY I feared my brain to be EMPTY I started thinking life will be SHODDY I was deep into WORRY I dreaded the fateful DAY I

My Son

My Son long poem

When I brought you on this earth When I saw your tiny figure the first time When I held you in my arms I felt then the strong bond of motherhood I felt the sense of belonging The joy of

My Daughter Brought Happiness

My Daughter Brought Happiness long poem

The vagaries of life had shattered me down, Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown, But I felt those moments with an absconding pain, As you came to, my life of lame. Your night of birth was

Special You

Special You ballad

I had always wondered why the sun rose in a distance and pondered if I will ever have a son I always stood far away wishing I was closer, not just a poser, why I chased and wanted a girl

The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

Amazing how Time elapsed Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand I feel I am not even a competitor to

Fate

Fate long poem

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

Credo

Credo short poem

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

Years From Now….

Years From Now.... short poem

When I first saw you, He nudged me and gave me a sign. I thought it was just over thinking of a melancholy heart. Time passed by, we passed by each other, Another bell rang; another gust of wind blew

A Forever Love

A Forever Love long poem

I’ve taken my Time To put my Heart on the Line, These few words of mine Is a Testament of our Love Divine Only a few days had passed Since we first met A date to the church We were

The Smoky Cloud

The Smoky Cloud short poem

The black smoky cloud Floating in the air Was ready to spread its wings to the world. I looked up to see its black strong wings. Part by part , section by section It floated away and re-joined slowly. It

Beautiful Creation

Beautiful Creation prose poem

A little fairy popped her head from a beautiful little house A glistening rainbow in a shimmering sky felt elated a scream slipped by Oh what a beauty and the rainbow caught the glimpse of the little fairy shouted with

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

Without You

Without You elegy

Walking down the memory lane, this is the last goodbye, the last smile, the last tear, but maybe not the last memory I have to bear. Time it was, time with you, time like I never knew, time when I

Why I Write A Poem

Why I Write A Poem short poem

I often ask myself why I write poems I am often asked is this your story I write poems in the silence of night in those sleepless nights The urge to write, the pains felt, the life lived, the suffering

You Are Malala

You Are Malala ode

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave -Prophet Mohammed Last night I dreamed the snow-capped hills of Swat… I saw the green spread valleys And the lucid swat river I stood for a while in front of the gate

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

Echo

Echo short poem

The night was at its depth I sat alone in the dark I felt lonely and sad My mind traveled all around I felt like trapped in my body. I wished I could run back- To my blooming youth With

8 Am

8 Am short poem

It was about 8 am. I was just walking. The weather was freezing, I remember, but it was a lovely day. And I was just walking. And the trees looked sad. And the grass seemed blue. Kind of a depressing

My Parents

My Parents short poem

On my birth, they were smiling at me while I was crying at them When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me while I was seeking to miss them While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks, I was shouting at their pranks When I was a

A School Shirt

A School Shirt short poem

A school shirt is a memoir; a relic. I left mine several years back tainted underneath the gray box, painted. Written on it were friends’ farewell notes some from lovers some rubbish anecdotes. Tattered was its pocket Ripped were the

7 Leaves

7 Leaves short poem

The old tree grew in my grandfather’s compound It used to be beautiful and fruitful all around Birds always came down in swoops to surround Nobody knows the type of tree or fruit anymore It has no fruits anymore only the

The Christmas Stench

The Christmas Stench prose poem

There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers

Forever

Forever short poem

I don’t know when Like the silence of night He entered my heart He entered my life I realised my feelings When I started missing him In each moment of my life His thought was the first thing in the

Angel’s tears on my pillow

Angels tears on my pillow short poem

The world’s a bit colder, The nights are silent The storms that are brewing They seem just like me, Violent. I killed another soul, It bled to death at my feet. I didn’t do much but, my sword, I did

The Fear Of This Love

The Fear Of This Love ballad

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

The Dream

The Dream prose poem

I was walking on the beach I saw her approaching me all alone I stood silent when she stared at me I was bewildered when she smiled at me I was speechless when she said “hello” to me I was dumbstruck

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Little Lost Lassie

Little Lost Lassie short poem

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,