Futility Poems

Futility poems bring the best collection of short and long futility poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great futility rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these futility poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on futility are here for you.

The Futility Of War

The Futility Of War short poem

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

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The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer long poem

I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or on the outside, is it

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer short poem

Photo by Ungry Young Man I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or

All Are Dust

All Are Dust ode

You may be a king, you may be a queen, royal blood may flow in your veins, born with a silver spoon in mouth, you may own entire world; still you’re but a dust. Sky may be your inheritance, oceans

Poems containing references to : Futility

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Intended Void

Intended Void short poem

Self imposed sabbatical is nearly coming to end Time stood as witness all along as true friend Trials it has withstood tribulations too of sort Few were as expected some awfully fell short It needs introspecting to re jig and

Angel Of The Solitudes

Angel Of The Solitudes prose poem

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the

A So Called Rich Man’s Best Friend

A So Called Rich Man’s Best Friend long poem

Gingerbread, Jellybean and KitKat with tiny sims, Safely secured in everyone’s pocket like magical plastics ; We carelessly treasure these gags, As if we could preserve them; For an entire life it seems. Our helpless youth’s every moment, Is glued

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial short poem

I walk towards the golden sunset again tired and unwilling to go on, have walked enough to know the futility of it all, have seen enough to have the want to shut out, have been a vagabond all my life

The Rethink

The Rethink short poem

From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting

Resurrection

Resurrection short poem

The wind writes a name on the clouds and sun wipes out the letters. This game continues daily. coming into life after every death. Exhausted I want to believe and make up my mind to go for a new birth.

Look to Behold

Look to Behold short poem

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost

An Unborn Prayer

An Unborn Prayer short poem

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

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Death

Death short poem

A strange calm on his face A faint recollection of past No urge to change anything No feeling to fight it all No emotions whatsoever Just an eternal calm Knowing that nothing matters Knowing what went wrong Knowing that he

Lady In White

Lady In White short poem

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

African Child

African Child short poem

I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up

Finding Happiness

Finding Happiness long poem

I lie in the shadows of my dreams while I wish upon a star. My star is faith. I have faith in God, yet I still cry my dirty cries. I am alone in the mellow of the night. I

Love Sonnet 120

Love Sonnet 120 sonnet poems

I must be dreaming when you called my name, In sweet refrain to which nothing compares, It sounded like a call from Hall of Fame, Nay, none that I know of, in boastful airs; What joy, the lilting of one’s

The Life Of A Tree

The Life Of A Tree short poem

The life of a tree starts from a seed, Be it an Oak, a Mahogany or even a weed; All it needs is a few drops of rain, sunshine and a little care, In a year or two, it would

The Tear Of Things

The Tear Of Things short poem

The panther goes for the neck only. A body trembles on the stairs. Scarred bones are strewn around in the broad day light. I sometimes hear a wailing sound. Here lies the scarf, the coat, the shoes. A nation is

Simply Alone Me

Simply Alone Me short poem

Get out of my life, and never come again… For if it wasnt you, I wouldn’t be having all this pain…. You lost me for good, ‘cos that’s what you longed for… I know you didn’t deserve me, but still

Death Of Absence

Death Of Absence short poem

Gladioli stand in a tantric daze under siege of prism. The colors fall dangling, unsettling silent memories. I thought I was nervous while playing a smell game of wild guns, when tanks were rolling out on streets. A final farewell

Legacy

Legacy short poem

From the far horizon comes a call, To meet the lilting song of yesterday, How far away to the sunset I ask? No one answers to my dismay. Silent images whirl on by, Like a kite flying without string. I

Our Ultimate

Our Ultimate short poem

We all seek something bigger than us Something strong our hearts can trust Greater than what we can understand So great our hearts could bend Something far from the usual Definitely not what our minds used to know But what

Forgiveness

Forgiveness short poem

Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!

Deception

Deception short poem

I started to write about Love Thought I’d found that special One It’s been a week since we first met Now I write about my heart bereft I knew from the start, this wasn’t meant to be So many reasons

An Unfair Sisterhood

An Unfair Sisterhood short poem

Find your place the back of the bus take what they give you don’t make a fuss do as they say not as they do follow their rules stay quiet too no protesting … no squeaky wheel go through the

Pillar of You

Pillar of You short poem

I lay awake and miss you I just want to hold and kiss you When I think about you My heartbeat starts to go crazy Because you are so special to me I need you to hug me And when

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

The Photograph

The Photograph elegy

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

Mother Nature’s Supreme Display ™

Mother Nature’s Supreme Display ™ elegy

A strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs tell tale sign recent cloudburst cleft darkened heavens rained watery life source liquid downpour laced branched canopy awash with molecular droplets requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville

Don’t want this world of yours

Dont want this world of yours short poem

To wail uncontrollably, to sob till it hurts, to beat myself till I go numb, and can’t feel the senses anymore. To lie naked on a bare floor, with no recollection of passing time, to be kicked again and again

Martyr!!!!

Martyr!!!! prose poem

We have lost many a blood beyond the border weep not my lady for this is the time to avenge Turn your tears into fire, We are ready to die a thousand deaths for you- Just give us a reason

A Moment In Eternity

A Moment In Eternity short poem

Emotions tend to drive how we as humans react day to day Yet, emotions are from one of the smallest parts of the brain It is from emotions that we feel stressed and on the mind It does weigh. if

Beauty Spot!

Beauty Spot! short poem

“Am I Beautiful?” Queried a beautiful maiden! “Yes, indeed,” Replied her lover! “Is there no flaw in me?” She asked. “Not, one!” Assured her lover! “Not even one?” She asked again for reassurance. “No.” Repeated her lover! “Are you sure?”

It Kinda Sucks That You’re Not Single

It Kinda Sucks That Youre Not Single short poem

You’re making eyes,while I make up my mind. Thinking of ways how I’d make you mine, You play that little game where you keep me guessing, You leave me wanting more so you’l keep on teasing, All i need is

Me And Universe

Me And Universe prose poem

I may not be rich, I may not be a beauty, I may not be strong, But I am human. I may not be a Hero, I may not be a Poet, I may not be a Power, But I

Death In Solitude

Death In Solitude short poem

Here it is, and again I have to go through my death Returning back from a future, the girl is a woman now And again I have metamorphosed myself Into an unexposed solitude The woman who was a girl the

To Be And Have Been

To Be And Have Been short poem

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of