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

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

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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The Lady Of Haddon Hall

The Lady Of Haddon Hall ballad

She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears

Boudoir

Boudoir short poem

Her dark skin and youth took the ironic decripitude out of the bargain store pictures tacked all across the wall fabric hung like proud vulvas declining to hide anything declining to invite – they were just soft walls rippling in

Angels And Lyres

Angels And Lyres short poem

Fair Angels of Olympus, Muses Nine, That on its snowy summit gay recline, With other gods and haply the cynosure Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer, O’erflowed with the ambrosial Hippocrene, The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne. And Father

A Letter To Wives

A Letter To Wives long poem

Painful, we fight with verbal knives. As our women and men need no fight, Nor they should suffer any loss in that; But need to be paved in rough roads, From the husband’s office-rules, you say, The odds and orders,

Asleep

Asleep short poem

The house is still and everyone is asleep That is when I let myself weep It feels so good, to let go And not put on a show No need to smile no kids around Who need to see me

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

No Hurts

No Hurts short poem

This was an embryonic stimulus for a sprint. Knowledge itself has no legs. Can you run faster than thoughts? The sniper will take you in the open field. I had hoped to die in your arms. The podium was too

Moon

Moon short poem

another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,

Trinity

Trinity short poem

Even the sleeping genes learn from their crashes with needles in eyes. A candid house chooses to fade after thinning of a blessing. Legacy of a heretic lives, dragging down the cracked joints of a frozen mirror. The wild lips

Blazing Trail

Blazing Trail short poem

They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an

Recovery

Recovery prose poem

The hardest steps are those taken alone lost and hopeless searching for home looking for the one place you belong, someone who’s heart sings the same song, forgetting ourselves along the way, searching for more, we were lead astray, vision

Love Sonnet 131

Love Sonnet 131 sonnet poems

Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of

Solemnity

Solemnity short poem

Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of

My Father’s House Has Many Mansions.

My Fathers House Has Many Mansions. long poem

In life we look through many windows, and we walk through many doors And in the pages that we share, we visit many different shores, For in our rooms we roam so many ways to find the things we seek

It’s Ne’er Too Late…

It’s Ne’er Too Late… short poem

It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I’m Sorry’, It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I do’, It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I care’, You just need the courage to say it once. It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I

Another Dimension

Another Dimension short poem

Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no

Ashes In The Wind

Ashes In The Wind short poem

I stand before you on the edge, A risen cliff above the ocean. Many times my life I’ve pledged, Followed the book and went through the motions. But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord. And I hear nothing but the wind.

Ever Lasting Memory

Ever Lasting Memory english poems

This day you left this world that day I am experiencing hell without you ever since like a Torn kite flying aimless like thick dark clouds hovering creating darkness in noon like Waves over the sea rising to the skies

Let Passion Consume You

Let Passion Consume You short poem

Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.

Words

Words short poem

You are all around me, From wake to sleep Holding each inch of my life Deciding, how my day be And letting me play with you A hardest thing, I’ve ever known You rule my friends and enemies, If I

Scrutiny’ Truth

Scrutiny Truth short poem

You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition

Windows

Windows short poem

An outlet to the magic world Through which we see wonder We see what we oblige to see You like , it doesn’t matter. Passing by the road is a gal As if come from nowhere A bunch of roses