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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Impressions.

Impressions. short poem

Almost towards the end, near about the last bend, who knew I would find another friend. Too much rush and too much crowd, who knew he would still stand out. happy and cheerful, indeed his presence was delightful. although the

In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean)

In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean) short poem

Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude… But of course there was more to you than That ever did

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

Ghost Town

Ghost Town short poem

Standing in the among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could

The Brine

The Brine short poem

Injured body full of pain Being broken soul in vain Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks Being refugee when one seeks Shelter under the curly hair Of a beauty is not fair Life is not kiss of a miss It is

Fall

Fall short poem

he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Worthy Mother

Worthy Mother short poem

Inspiration, a nest of love, robust, tough, and polite, the queen of queens, and its only right, yet I feel wrong, for in this life, I was not able to treat you right, all the diamonds in this earth do

Unmask All The Masks

Unmask All The Masks short poem

So many masks people have On their faces, Even I do not know, which is my real face Recently, I wrote a poem On ‘Hypocrisy’ However, when I looked in I found myself too, a hypocrite Sometimes I keep a

Girl In A Flower Dress

Girl In A Flower Dress short poem

It’s pretty- Mysterious- To me, Can you not see it? Truly- It almost hurts- Terribly- I’ve fallen for it, yeah, quite predictably, Quite hard, I guess I know, quite selfishly, as well. But the flowers can never never come too

Meltdown

Meltdown prose poem

Lamp posts become sleeping lines; blot yellow, as I lose touch with the night. They choose when to light my knee, my eyes try to keep count. Smiling behind hair strands, I let a part of me rest on Amma’s

The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun short poem

Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in

Conversation

Conversation prose poem

When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning

My Solitary Reaper

My Solitary Reaper short poem

I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.

I Am Serenity

I Am Serenity short poem

I am serenity … standing here flowing… Seeking justice… Seeking peace… Pronounced with calm breaths… fearing not the chaos of the hatred armor and fists you bear… My face of clarity speaking with unspoken words… Yet loudly, stance proudly… with

A Storm Of Fire

A Storm Of Fire prose poem

Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in

Pen And Ink

Pen And Ink short poem

If a picture paints a thousand words Then where does that leave me A pen for a brush and ink as my paint And the words are what you all see If the pen is mightier than the sword Then

Shards Of Happiness

Shards Of Happiness long poem

”Shards Of Happiness” Happiness and contentment The best gifts of God, happiness Glitters in innumerable shards Writing verses gives immense Pleasure to bards, their quills are like the golden rods. Happiness is like a broken crystal ball, broken into pieces

Life A Cycle

Life A Cycle short poem

Life has lots of phases, some awesome some tough days. It has a lesson in every stage,no matter how hard those. You will not get time to do those,which is pending since long days. New day ,new task ,new problems

The Secret

The Secret short poem

It’s a secret Not for the Loathsome For if they knew exactly what to do They will vilificate it Written in code Only in pictures like a puzzle All you have known Was don’t believe what you see or hear

Masquerade

Masquerade short poem

I looked in the mirror, exasperated eyes glared back at me. I couldn’t comprehend that exasperation, I failed to calm my curiosity. I bowed my eyes down, and thought for a moment, soon I recalled the way my day was

Who Was Faithful?

Who Was Faithful? short poem

That yellow moon haunts me again and overleaps my sleep. I do not dare to walk in the graves of your eyes. The palace has broken. Mere suffering was not sufficient. You have to wince with pain for a crucified

Little Lady

Little Lady long poem

Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year

Delusion

Delusion short poem

I dream of a walk of love, in unpleasant weather I dream of your presence, in moments of pain I dream of kindness and humility, done together I dream of acceptance for my harsh words I dream of sweet notes,

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

The Pianist

The Pianist short poem

Hands that float across Ivory Tinkle in such ecstasy To stir my soul, to soar on high; And my heart doth reach the sky And fly on every note that plays. My emotion frays And breaks with sound, Till tears

Sea Of Sorrows

Sea Of Sorrows short poem

These deep dark sorrows come in waves So hard to stay afloat They drag me under day by day Keep praying for a boat I struggle for one breath of air As I begin to sink Left with this bittersweet

This Is My Stay

This Is My Stay prose poem

Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall short poem

Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of

Adversity

Adversity sonnet poems

When world becomes your very own dungeon, Not sleep nor dreams, your jailer gives but woes, Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion, Drizzle of friends, against downpour of foes; In fields flourish wild weeds while wheat withers, Your well

Coffee And Conversation

Coffee And Conversation short poem

Cups of hot water & beans-Ah coffee! and tongues spewing air laden alphabets; from a lazy afternoon till a hazy evening, coffee and conversation.. Of loves & lies and dreams & sighs, mothers & brothers, fathers & sisters; of passions