Gorilla Poems

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

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands

Poems containing references to : Gorilla

Alphabet Zoo

Alphabet Zoo long poem

A is for Ant; so small yet strong B is for Bear; with claws sharp and long C is for Cow; in the field making milk D is for Dog; with fur soft as silk E is for Elephant; Its

Jungle In The Gym

Jungle In The Gym long poem

I am Timothy, Timmy, Tim. My dad is James, Jimmy, Jim. My mom is Kimberly, Kimmy, Kim. I walk, walk, walk With my teacher And my class. It’s time for recess So we’re going to the gym. This is my

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,

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Silently Sobbing

Silently Sobbing short poem

Sobbing silently You had slipped away I needed you now Sadness grew My heart is empty With a perfect smile A mask to the world I close the door Hoping it won’t leave a trace The ghost of the past

Theft

Theft short poem

I looked back and caught the ocean, stealing my footprints from the shore. The sun, blushed red, sank hurriedly and gulls in raucous haste of homeward flight, did not bear witness.

Monalisa: Elusive To men

Monalisa: Elusive To men short poem

Violets may wither and fall, Lilies may vanish from mortal sight, and the glamor of Roses may soon begin to fade. but eternally preserved are thy medieval looks oh Monalisa! Fair still for the desires and passions of present day

And Like A Spoon, I Fell

And Like A Spoon, I Fell short poem

She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that

Train

Train short poem

The train leaves the station on a misty night On the train is a lonely soul, leaving behind a life unlived Anticipation grows with hopes of a new life full of love, laughter and hope. As the train comes to

13 Ghosts

13 Ghosts long poem

Your house is a historical landmark That’s been passed down from Generation to generation but little Did you know this gift you were About to inherit would cause Great chaos and devastation.. Your ancestors are getting Restless now longing for

Against The Times

Against The Times short poem

Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon ode

My Contingency Measure in case of…Armageddon Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone,

An Ode to Maya Angelou

An Ode to Maya Angelou ode

Your beautiful spirit has found
 it’s way back home. Your golden smile will always be the sun of so many people’s lives. Dearest Maya, as a caged bird
,You told your story to touch 
deeply, and profoundly. You deserved to be

Anemia

Anemia short poem

A sage plant scrambles for the mob, walking out of bed and begs for a death. The adolescence had become graphic. Do you agree with the splurge of moonlight under the street light? The unborn stink was hovering after the

Keep Faith

Keep Faith short poem

Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time)

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time) prose poem

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

The Chasm

The Chasm prose poem

Somewhere, there is a chasm A deep cut in the ground A scar in the earth A wound in the world I stand over the edge My hair blows in the winds of endless freefall If I wanted to cross

The Bird Nest

The Bird Nest short poem

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents? Does it watch other birds? No to either. Instinct is what is said. How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine short poem

The Tainted that makes me abhor, The Torn I cringe at The Sick whom I repugn ,The felon I condemn The sinister I ward off, The corrupt I agonize Are the souls of the ones , Oh surprise! I give

Burden

Burden short poem

My childhood is certainly the replica of God Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God The days I am spending as an old man is

…..before I Can Spread My Wings!

.....before I Can Spread My Wings! short poem

“I long to flee from here and hide in a corner of your soul, as the one deserted by his brood in a land unknown; not a ray to light my path, not a shadow to comfort me! I long

To Orioles Flit-Flirting in the Sun

To Orioles Flit Flirting in the Sun long poem

Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit

March Towards Victory

March Towards Victory prose poem

Sitting back and gazing at the contingencies, That had their existence owing to a lack of effort, A lack of attitude, a lack of passion, The picture seemed so dark then, so dull, When people had given up all hopes,

A Message For Love

A Message For Love short poem

Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our

Deficient raptor

Deficient raptor short poem

She watches him, every move sucks in his atmosphere, she fakes petty unconcern listless, restless encircling the prey spinning her web.. He sees all, walks away still faking it, she retreats smudging the smug hibernating until the next one lands.

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb)

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb) short poem

Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling

The Tick And The Tock

The Tick And The Tock short poem

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

Suffer In Silence

Suffer In Silence long poem

Many today are lost in a maze Getting caught in a purple haze Wake up late to one of those days Inside we hide behind four walls that bind Yet we are still being crafted in an elegant design Cold

The Dark Horse

The Dark Horse long poem

That pound of muscle beating so hard Resolved to break every rib apart Or die in its venture with no life after Resounded the cage with a monstrous laughter Beating as hard as it could the muscle Sent into frenzy

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Feel like breaking free from all Good and bad that I recall Free from the shackles of loving souls And from the shackles of fear and doubt Wonder if all feel this way To experience hews on life’s highway. Monsoons

Despair

Despair short poem

As I look around me, The world becomes so different, So full of love, So full of hate Hate is hard to keep away, But sometimes it’s the only way The person who you hate, May have a perfect fate,

Yandere

Yandere short poem

Love’s a funny thing. The day I met him, I knew that he was the one, I knew that I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him. That’s where the problems started. Problems called “other girls”.

An Old School Poem

An Old School Poem short poem

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

Where The Peace, Suu kyi?

Where The Peace, Suu kyi? short poem

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

Must one speak with gratitude? For my eyes fail to see. Must the heart keep tempo? I can hear the wind cease. I taste the morning dew But feel no solace. I feel the window close But touch my destiny.