Function Poems

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

The Mingling

The Mingling short poem

Often kith and kin friends and relatives kids and aged would meet either in functions or in funerals of the dead The smiles, the laughs the Ecstasy the warmth, the affection are all there to be seen when participating in

Poems containing references to : Function

Path Between Life And Death

Path Between Life And Death short poem

I was in a deep silence Without knowing what happens around. My eyes were closed My body was stiff I realized, I am weightless and flying to some where. I was floating through a narrow tunnel between two different worlds

How Dreams Become Lost

How Dreams Become Lost short poem

As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.

Mathematical Love

Mathematical Love long poem

Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck

Tiger: The Grandeur Of The Jungle

Tiger: The Grandeur Of The Jungle long poem

From nose tip to tail end, is the eleven-foot-cat, the Tiger-the largest among big cats in the wild. A cat of extra-ordinary beauty- whose second double name is: power and strength; Tiger-identify by dark-vertical stripes- usually individualized pattern on a-white-brown-tawny

Misconception

Misconception short poem

Why do you assume the other Dr’s got it wrong, Believe me when I say I have lived with this so long, I know I have some traits of the disorder that you speak, But I think you’ll find I

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

U.f. Joe

U.f. Joe long poem

Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck

A Letter To Adele In My Head

A Letter To Adele In My Head long poem

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

Things Are Never As They Seem

Things Are Never As They Seem long poem

Plain jane Jane is insane Band tees and sneakers Things are never as they seem She walks the walks Talks the talk To herself while walking down the street A strut in her step To her own beat There is

The Wait

The Wait short poem

Sitting in silence surreptitiously meditating on the everyday turmoils and confusion that repulses even the most hard-core reality driven populists Thoughts come and go within the realm of preposterous assumptions that convey nothing of importance Just pass the time as

You All Are So Stubborn

You All Are So Stubborn short poem

Haven’t I told you my eyes, To refrain yourself from searching for her everyday? You captured every laugh and every smiles with each blink, Still strive to have a glimpse! Haven’t you heard me my ears, When I told you

Fixation

Fixation long poem

Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that

Longing

Longing short poem

I may not break the cords of your indifference I may not touch the reaches of your heart I may not function fully in the way you’d like Nor play your dreamed of perfect partner part When I reach out

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Foolish Heart

Foolish Heart short poem

“Foolish Heart” The reflection of ourselves is what we look For in others that is where A mere Connection is born whether if It is tainted wickedness or pure kindness Just the thought alone that we can’t remain frozen over

Unromantic Circumstances

Unromantic Circumstances short poem

Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to

Finally We Can See

Finally We Can See short poem

I accept my flaws, I forgive myself, I forgive my imperfections, both real and perceived. I gaze at me with love. I learn to appreciate my goodness. So what if it is fragmented. I embrace myself and I say,” I

Bitten

Bitten short poem

Brazen glass moon like ice eyes Fever in the chill of her gothic mask Bitten by a creature of moonlight Bitten and stung by her fire and touch I am in the corridors of wet pain Covens laugh in the

This Is Me

This Is Me short poem

Her wings were tidy, a little flutter now and then, She was always so close, to finally grasp her dream, So, when that day had finally come, that woman’s wings were clipped, She needed to let go, therefore, she flew

By The Time I Find My Words

By The Time I Find My Words short poem

By the time I find my words It is time for you to say good night, It is time for you to put the children to sleep, It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights. By the

The Lions Roar

The Lions Roar long poem

Northumberland to Newcastle And Cumbria’s lofty hills. Durham down through Cleveland To Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across to dear old Lancashire It’s Mancs and Scousers too. Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire The Severn lands of dew Across into the Midlands Leicester, Notts,

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty short poem

Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish

Floating For You

Floating For You sonnet poems

My feet can’t touch the ground when you’re around Since your smile makes me leap while your gaze Effortlessly keeps my head in the clouds While I’m unwittingly tied to this place. No song lasts longer than Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet

Sharing Your Christian Walk

Sharing Your Christian Walk short poem

Walking down the street Talking to everyone I meet, I share my testimony freely, Praying they will let GOD, Come into their heart. We Christians should do this Every where we go, Let the LIGHT of JESUS in us, Ignite

Poetry That Speaks For Itself

Poetry That Speaks For Itself short poem

I listen to the words of the song that the blind blues player sings Sweat running down his face, neck muscles in a tight strain Sounding as if he’s lived every word he is singing I feel the sting in

Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem

It’s a tale of the daughter of India! A tale of a young girl so pale Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male. She began her day with a fine sunshine, And ended her day with an inhuman

Knives Were Out

Knives Were Out short poem

Do not stare at full moon. The distance between love and hate has narrowed. Not for the shrunk radiation, sun wants to hide behind the gift of sunflowers. The golden ring on the black finger, I love the death’s cry,

Unbelief

Unbelief short poem

A detritus of malaise, tugs at my solitary hour. There was a question of stature amongst the old fractured feet. What was it which made you feel taller than your own son? I was looking at the antlers of a

Nature By God

Nature By God short poem

Look at the beautiful blue sky, looks like this celestial nymph is decorated just for us. Look at these fair and bright clouds, looks like they are motivating us to reach up till them. Look at these fierce plants and

Incessant

Incessant short poem

There is a clock that ticks At never closer than Eighteen minutes to six Of course I would never use a rhyme In a poem about time But there is this tick Just gone twenty to six Which ticks It

Daisies In Your Heart

Daisies In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning

Fate Of The Key

Fate Of The Key short poem

Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for

The Muse

The Muse short poem

The Muse Who is the Muse that stalks my Mind? Who is the Muse this poem, propels? Or does the poem, Muse impel? Who is the Muse in Meditation For attention protests? Answers I seek from my gentle sage. “Your

Exporting

Exporting short poem

That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present

#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

Love Sonnet 108

Love Sonnet 108 sonnet poems

My love, you must know of a poem, sweet, As sweet as honey, which bees used to keep, Or kiss, that lovers share as means to greet, Or ecstasy of dreams in blissful sleep; The poem has no words, nor

Unum

Unum short poem

Mind your mind with positive and lacquer, 47 degree angles wrapped in her favourite brochure, pinned to the left wing of a soft song. Be free, be happy, be sad, be the wind, be the rain, be wind-rain be god

He comes…

He comes... short poem

He comes in like a buccaneer, tip toed Into her life, conquering her dreams Adding his own sweet hues and mystifying music To her silence, deadly and intrepid She wonders how each thought of his Gives her joy and brings