Genre Poems

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

The Beat Voice

The Beat Voice short poem

He started in an infirm tone as if the poem were escaping through his clenched behind, images and meaning forcing their way out, evoking a limp echo from his moist mouth. It had to be some elder enthusiast reading a

The Listener’s Initiation

The Listeners Initiation sonnet poems

Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double

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How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

The Kite

The Kite short poem

A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to

Where’s The Music

Wheres The Music short poem

What is this you call music, it’s embarrassing how times have changed, this is my generation we’re talking about, I really feel a shame. I miss the old school jams, felt connected to the beat, slow dancing to the music

Chronic Wait

Chronic Wait short poem

When a full moon was taking a bath by the serene lake, you moved about in abandoned identity, your sides flaring up. A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired to prevent a

The Cry of our Children

The Cry of our Children poetry books

‘The Cry of our Children’ is simply a marvelous collection of poems, full of emotions and feelings in one book by poet Ruth Andrews. Though the writer has dedicated her book to motherhood and child- mother relation, this book has

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

Love’s Brief Hour

Loves Brief Hour short poem

In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,

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Cosmic Peace

Cosmic Peace elegy

I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Sweetheart

Sweetheart short poem

I still wait for her every night, Watching the stars with blue light, One is still missing, and might have right, Sometimes, roaming places, kindling a game, My eyes know her unseen delight, And I enjoy her playful absence the

The Shadows and the Snow

The Shadows and the Snow short poem

Footsteps formed on the bleached evening ground, created side by side, slowly born to the nothingness of the evening, manifested to the midnight blue. No one watched, no one knew, the overwhelming power that pulled them to life, together, on

Love N’ Judgement

Love N Judgement short poem

Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask

The Lost Jewel

The Lost Jewel elegy

Everything shattered once and forever They were escaping from ultimate fever The fever of wars and massacres They saw hope waves So surfed blue waves Man lost the jewel and hopes waived Blue said, don’t make me red For hundreds,

South On I-75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back

South On I 75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back prose poem

Whenever you’d ask me how much farther I’d always tell you we’re closer Than the last time you asked And this seemed to satisfy you You’d say, “ We’re closer?” “That’s right,” I’d say “Then how much longer?” you’d want

You Could Be The One For Me

You Could Be The One For Me long poem

If you’re drop dead gorgeous and almost As rich as Bill Gates or Paul McCartney Then YOU COULD BE THE ONE FOR ME If you have a mansion overlooking the Ocean and all new luxury cars for everyday Of the

Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what

Betrayal: Not An End

Betrayal: Not An End elegy

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down That’s your betrayal which hunted me down An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me Its you and you, which really hurts me Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island Wasn’t

Defiance

Defiance short poem

We did not grieve your passing so much As the defiance that left With the passing of your ashes, into the river of sorrow Defiant you were, In front of the towering tides of the raging ocean, Defiant you were,

To Life

To Life short poem

Life dream from which I cannot wake, Bonds strangely strung and treasured, All reflections upon the surface of a lake, With the truth below unmeasured.

Crush

Crush short poem

The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance.. you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker.. every morning was a story sketched in your eyes, every day were you

Succession

Succession short poem

Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,

As To Why

As To Why long poem

As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty

Help Her

Help Her short poem

she wants to study she also wants to have her best buddy she also wants to play she also wants to do art with clay she also wants a sweet sleep she also wants to roam around in a jeep

Smitten

Smitten short poem

That impish sparkle in your eyes I lower mine Feeling oddly shy The creases on your cheeks With every smile Bringing a blush To mine Your name Suddenly a constant In my words Savouring its taste On my lips Your

Enlightenment

Enlightenment short poem

This is my moment of… Reminiscence, reckoning, recognition Of things I had wished for Hoped for, dreamed of… They unfold themselves one by one Like blooming buds under the sun This is my moment of… Recall, recognizance, realization Of things

Spotted you

Spotted you short poem

I often see all of you, whilst sunbathing on the sunny terrace, but today, something strange happened that made me behold and lock my gaze. I spotted you among all, whom I never discovered before, what made everything so appealing

Scrapbook

Scrapbook short poem

The story of her life began with him, Coming up to her he brought in the love scene, Everything had been so picture perfect, It seemed straight out of a silver screen..! The photographs of that era brings, Tears in

Every Day, The Present

Every Day, The Present short poem

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

What Is Love

What Is Love short poem

What is love Is it hate turned upside down? Is it affection, inclination or predilection or a perilous and precarious position? May be that old lane of my town where that moment still prevails and gives me solace, where once

Change

Change short poem

I once heard someone say, If you don’t change you do not grow, But I waved the thought away, For who were they to think they know, I’d always stayed the same, A heart that thrived within the cold, And

Hand Gloves

Hand Gloves short poem

today i am not one whole, placid; blood streaked globe of full moon was hovering over me all night to freeze a ruined landscape, i was not ready for the departure, untying the knots of water, like the storm opening

My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams

My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams ode

My deep eyes owe a few colourful dreams Blue Waters are dancing in the quiet streams I still play with the chocolate ice-creams Rubbing them against lips While licking those delicious creams Equally touching my hairband strips My dreams chase

Heaven And Earth

Heaven And Earth short poem

Head bowed, hands folded, you stand at the edge of the only heaven to suffice, waiting for a small miracle to occur. Behind us steadfast petitioners pray. The long dense line from this morning has thinned to just these true

Corners…

Corners... short poem

Crooks of elbows Squared in pegs Cream coloured walls The cool between your legs Closed buttoned eyelids Cloudy skies Web of fingers Your beautiful lies Tucked away neatly Amongst bits of red Metal staples Running though your head Yet a

Envy

Envy long poem

I feel jealous to cast a glance on it On my deprivation, brooding, I sit I feel something lacks somewhere in me What made her simply a devotee? My rival she dotes upon Mainly from dusk to dawn Lonely I