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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Papa

Papa short poem

Oh papa, thank you for knocking down doors smelling like you do for I am not much different without you. Papa listen. My lungs grind as I run, my knees hurt but I must run. Oh papa, I lost you

Typical Day

Typical Day short poem prose poem

Staring out of window admiring nature’s awe Picture full of perfection sans single evident flaw Indolent tepid sunshine streaks daubed with gold As if time has stood still to treasure and behold A lone cloud high above seemingly gone astray

Train of Conscience

Train of Conscience short poem

My conscience , it travels through the sky , to the music of life. Where dolphins swim in the sands of time, My risk floats, my desires fly high , as I sit on the clouds of my dreams, and

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me

Failure

Failure short poem

As twilight calls curtain to end the day, I feel so small, I tower among ants, As I reckon the faults from where I lay, For nightly rest, even as regret rants; The bells at dusk, now toll for glory

Never Give Up

Never Give Up short poem

This world isn’t a positive one. Sometimes you lose your inner strength You eventually feel you’re quite done Your intellect is out of length Your childhood deceived your present state Your home is now a cave You let your life

Love Sonnet 162

Love Sonnet 162 sonnet poems

When I perchance, did glance upon your face, But on intent, have sought to hold your hand, I might, on private times, claim that embrace, And scout for site where caring lips would land; So long as eyes can see,

Just Out Of Heaven

Just Out Of Heaven short poem

The light is my way I don’t wanna go, I just wanna stay So perfect, so pure The one, and only, righteous cure However, I know, for now I must leave My word of advice, never give up, always believe

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket short poem

Hidden, there, behind a barrel two eyes peep out ever so often— glimmer of their pipe dreams, evanescent, in a hopeless world. In those seconds, micro-seconds in a landscape cleft where other sets of dulled eyes search forlorn vistas in

My Room

My Room short poem

My room, My refuge An inspirer, a pacifier A companion in all my moods A critic, a counselor For all I do and seek A haven during troubled times A fortress for my soul to keep It holds my pleasures and

Sleeper in the Casket

Sleeper in the Casket short poem

The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant

Friends

Friends ballad

Strangers meet, merge their lives Shadows fade… Time revives the highs of life Dreams renew, nightmares die Two hearts may find that life provides… A refuge from their strife Old wounds heal, when life reveals What kindred spirits share Tears

Street View

Street View short poem

Standing at the side of the street, I witness the changes through subsequent visits. A glass tower, built some days back, stands tall, Gobbling away space, around the nearby corner shop, that avoids fall. The corner shop was built few

May Be

May Be short poem

May be I am just a passing cloud, Or may be I am the moon in the sky, May be I am just a face in the crowd, Or may be I am the man of your life, May be you never expected anything

Date Rape Drug

Date Rape Drug prose poem

When you go out somewhere You take much care to be fair But more than that you have to be aware About a new way of mare That is “DATE RAPE DRUG’’ This can be mixed up with your drink

New Moon Rising

New Moon Rising short poem

On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears, in the shape of a graceful swan. A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High, prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving across the star studded sky-line. “New

Home Alone!

Home Alone! short poem

Today, like everyday You forgot to smile at the mirror The house waved and waved You probably didn’t notice! Buses and cars and people and dogs The sun was scanning them all Realization. Oh! I forgot my handkerchief You missed

Wishing On Stars

Wishing On Stars short poem

Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but

Conferred Guilt

Conferred Guilt short poem

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. I wait for the night. Moon had promised an audience. Yes, I will sit beside the moon, will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: the heat, the dust, the life needles and expressionless faces

Freedom Or Bondage

Freedom Or Bondage short poem

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out