Habits Poems

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

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

A cultural cup of tea

A cultural cup of tea short poem

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

Good Days Bad Days

Good Days Bad Days long poem

The fat man falls into bed he likes to go to bed early with the fan on – the white noise is his ally and the moving air his adversary so he wraps his excess in windings of blue satin

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

Laziness – A Curse

Laziness   A Curse short poem

Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse – is like a Saccharin. Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Laziness creeps in secretly body within And remains there undisturbed

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things short poem

I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness, It’s safe to say that

Poems containing references to : Habits

Changing My Fate

Changing My Fate short poem

Hooked on to a few things, Breaking free is not easy… Got to kill these habits, They’ve been making me lazy… Somethings I do make me, Feel so awkward sometimes… But old habits don’t die fast, We’ve heard it every

Reflection Of Reality!

Reflection Of Reality! prose poem

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

Cathartic Eclipse

Cathartic Eclipse short poem

I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems)

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems) long poem

Before going , the despair suffocates our love and pumps depression doses in kisses In our addiction We lived together the brightest eras of love The addict lovesick was attacked by infection After the end of love I gave up

Steak And Potatoes

Steak And Potatoes short poem

In all honesty. I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate. And be devoured piece by piece. My attention, all my free time. Everything that no one else could see. With knife and fork. T

Resolute Stagnation

Resolute Stagnation short poem

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage

Chameleon

Chameleon short poem

I am a chameleon Changing colors from place to place and person to person At the streets I walk navy blue, Holding back, Thinking before I act, Avoiding embarrassment. At the seaside I step on the grass As a happy,

Happiness

Happiness short poem

It’s like a bird limited by movements brooding later on love, feed, and flight, flight, flight. It’s like a fish swimming in a sea of habits forgetting self for few minutes of relishing self. It’s like the lord of forest

Faint Writing

Faint Writing short poem

You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle

Stoning Dark

Stoning Dark short poem

What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and

Turn Around

Turn Around short poem

A few years after you arrived, like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide You soon began to run Now, you must return, To face the rising sun It’s time to stop and think about your unruly life For so long, you

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Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

You Said…

You Said... short poem

You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t

My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound ! As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of

Dishonoured

Dishonoured short poem

Vengeance pumps through the hand That grips my blade. Anger powers The pistol in my other hand. My face is masked by death and darkness. I have seen a ruler have her breath stolen from her, But did not wield

Warmth Of Hand

Warmth Of Hand short poem

I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine For excellence of love chain let be on one page Let us

Revolution

Revolution short poem

Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the

All About Her

All About Her short poem

From the twinkle in her eyes Oh the way they sparkle even when she cries The way her smile rises from each cheek Feelings she gives me that make me weak. They way her hair is somehow perfect done up

Lost Souls

Lost Souls long poem

Well I see them here, I see them there I see them everywhere but nobody knows nobody knows I can see and communicate with the dead but if they did I know they would think I was a little touched

True Spin

True Spin short poem

While tracing a home by charcoal on a white paper, I hear, a word comes from the wolf. A fat was being pumped into the face of a tryant to inflate him into a giant. Butterflies were undulating with excitement

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass short poem

Like the chameleon which changes it’s color with the aura So was she, her beauty changed with her mood She was hurt by men And never wanted to love She hated love and then Never wanted to speak to men

To Disguise To Accept

To Disguise To Accept short poem

If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All

Creeper.. Creepier

Creeper.. Creepier short poem

I was basking in the glorious Sun, when that delicate creeper tapped at my feet and innocently smiled, said it’s called Love. It promised me sweet smelling blossoms everyday, its weightlessness around my body, if I nurtured it with attention

River’s Bend

Rivers Bend short poem

The rising waters envelop me, Frothing and bubbling around, Rushing towards the unknown, Seeking a final resting place. I try to move against the tide, But rivulets pull me resolutely, Like a mother dragging a child, Through the heart of

Without You

Without You elegy

Walking down the memory lane, this is the last goodbye, the last smile, the last tear, but maybe not the last memory I have to bear. Time it was, time with you, time like I never knew, time when I

No Distance In Love

No Distance In Love short poem

I crossed too many oceans, Not alone but with a heart, That rode the tides of life, Of which you were a part. You were always a part of me, Within me if not beside, You were one with me,

Don’t Know

Dont Know short poem

You see me smiling You see me laughing To you I am carefree To you I have no worries. Sociophobia; you don’t know I fear the judgement of others I fear not fitting in I fear not being good enough.

The Key

The Key short poem

Adversity in our life is  like a wave of the sea Sometimes it’s cruelty And, seemed has no sign of tranquility. But no matter how hard is to be, The solution is not to flee ‘Cause ,It will make you

The Beauty Of A Letter.

The Beauty Of A Letter. short poem

In the art of letter writing, is a hand that writes it, pouring out the heart, through a sea of beautiful feelings, surrendering the soul. It is like an intricately woven lace of intense emotions, across the flowery page, that

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The moon spends her beauty and wins the hearts of many, The poet spends his heart and makes him free . .

It’s Hard To Watch A Man Sing

Its Hard To Watch A Man Sing short poem

It’s hard to watch a man sing. Soon it becomes awkward. Watching him stand there Beginning to sway. Without a single use for his hands they are just there. Forced to make eye contact  Not knowing which way to go