Happenings Poems

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

Happenings

Happenings short poem

A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape, catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get

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These streets

These streets short poem

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

Keepin’ On

Keepin On short poem

Busted yolk in my morning egg, broke a shoelace, skinned my leg Baby’s diaper full of poop, car won’t start, wife flew the coop Late for my job, dropped my cell, oh my Lord it broke to hell I’d call

It Happens Just Like That

It Happens Just Like That short poem

It so happens, Once in a while, We just trip and fall and What we see on the way down Would be the most gruesome of Visuals, zooming in reel after reel Cocooning us in a montage We detest taking

May Day

May Day short poem

lamplight reflection sits in the trees gives eyes to the leaves they watch without blinking there is beauty everywhere an old couple reworking their wills to include their new granddaughter a lay preacher sober since last Sunday enthralled with the

Humans Out Look

Humans Out Look short poem

HUMANS OUT LOOK Happenings of the past brings in Nostalgics delight Some may be bitter some may be sweeter Some may be thriller some may be cooler One recounts any of these in a more relaxed way whether it was

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Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge short poem

It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair

Why Them?

Why Them? short poem

Too many mouths to feed, fewer hands to work, Life is a constant struggle, but they have to give birth! For them their life was never a choice, Did God play a cruel joke? Were they his toys? When you

What Is Life?

What Is Life? short poem

Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void

Failed Performance

Failed Performance short poem

For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An

All I Remember

All I Remember short poem

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you hunker down for the happenings did not fit in the shoes of black magic it was a damned reversal of the pygmies to become

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

My Children Of Sorrow

My Children Of Sorrow short poem

It was there all the time the core fear, my inadequacy. Tonight I will let go of the fire and become a non-moving time. When you come home for the arousal, under the lids, you will find giant tears frozen

Breaking From Past

Breaking From Past short poem

Fighting with his ghosts, intimate dirt, disseminating pain he was going home. Finding a panic room in pectorals, for numbness of toes, lifting the door of burden in dying vision, his father comes in daylight of old age, climbing the

Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One.

Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One. prose poem

So many times it happens that a certain thing becomes a part of our life knowingly, unknowingly, but then that is what makes life interesting and life continues along with the same. So many times, so many things happen in

Frigid And Sunny

Frigid And Sunny short poem

What a combination A 30 degree temperature with sunny, clear skies The perfect paradox created by the immortal Not hard to circumnavigate as long as you bundle up, keep moving at a brisk pace drifting through memories transparent lustings brought

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the

Chaste Words

Chaste Words short poem

How to begin the journey of truth? it was moving away from all paths. No concrete answers were there, questions loomed large, a moaning confusion reigned. I moved inward, to open the door, I had to talk to my poems.

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And Raggedy Man Did Sing

And Raggedy Man Did Sing long poem

Come carving our names nettle suckers by the tallest fake plastic trees. Dangle thy fidgeting worm to a hungry, a vile, fishy fiend. Raggedy man says I’m on a thin line. Naked feet on a take a hollow stage Effortless

My Cat

My Cat prose poem

I have a tiny cat, the size of my fist. He tells me a lot. Since I’d met him – while he’d been searching for his mother’s nipples and I’d been searching for the finite shape and the infinite meaning

Beauty And Love

Beauty And Love short poem

Spring has come to embrace your cheeks Lovely breeze caresses your peaks Love itself comes and seeks Through out the days through out the weeks Permission to touch, submission to take The fragrance of your body to a lake For

Inhibiting Spirals

Inhibiting Spirals short poem

Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable

Fly

Fly short poem

Standing on the edge With my arms wide open Feeling the cold wind Stinging my face With eyes closed and darkness all around And then I felt a sudden glow Opened my eyes and saw Sun had risen in all

Run Through Your Head

Run Through Your Head short poem long poem

As you run through my head My lips are used as a weapon A shiver runs down my spine You are wicked I see Coming on I feel something huge Smile at me you will Silently I lay there By

Ignition

Ignition short poem

Like a butterfly pinned in a collage, fluttering. Death makes a deal. I was appalled standing on the edge watching the withering body. The lake drowns me. Seagulls were waiting for a renaissance. It is not even midsummer. The planting

Real history

Real history short poem

Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was

Abhimanyu

Abhimanyu short poem

One had destiny hurled on to him while he was still in womb, other had destiny splattered on him the moment he fell for her. One was charming, young and exultant when he died other was inert, old and withered

Heavenly Touch

Heavenly Touch short poem

I see an angel in every home. The care she took with her swollen belly, and the pain she endured when we came out. The nectar she gave and the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heartbeat gave

One With The Universe

One With The Universe prose poem

What are we? Why are we? How do we? It’s an infinite place and we so very small. We seem so very much apart. Do we even belong, how could ever learn it all? We look out, we look up,

Unacceptable

Unacceptable short poem

The voice of good education Echoes through the hall Drowning out even the droning of the fan Solid silence suspended above and between Minds being moulded into something acceptable This is the way forward, we are told The only way

Freedom At Last

Freedom At Last short poem

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

Sky Is The Limit

Sky Is The Limit prose poem

We have heard many say Sky is the limit What is this Sky about For doing so many things Helping the needy Achieving a goal Setting great targets To become “somebody” To scale a mountain To cross a big river

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

Now I Can

Now I Can short poem

I thought everything is forever lost, all my feelings buried and gone. I must have been cursed, I thought I never find what I desire the most. My broken heart was beating in vain, I knew I never be the

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Book – A Resource

Book – A Resource short poem

Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever read makes plop Of

Mental War

Mental War short poem

Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down. With my mental illness its a showdown. Im having a meltdown. I try to breakout of a breakdown. But it gets worse i freak out. It gets too much i black

Outrageous

Outrageous short poem

Everybody was half-naked on the trail of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. A single vacant look. “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames. No coming

Rosa Rugusa

Rosa Rugusa prose poem

I departed gently, like a soft breeze that enters a window and cools off a room with a very soft entry; I entered a path of ancient rough stone, all covered with bush and trees overgrown. My goal was to

My Story’s End

My Storys End short poem

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with