Haughtiness Poems

Haughtiness poems bring the best collection of short and long haughtiness poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great haughtiness rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these haughtiness poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on haughtiness are here for you.

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait

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Hallucination!

Hallucination! long poem

I see the handsome man by my side Wrapping cold his hands around my waist Facing my view with eye to eye levels Pasting his chest against mine Clever he, for feminine my taste Smart me to twist calling it

Girl On The Train

Girl On The Train short poem

I was travelling once again, Hoping I could refrain. With many thoughts in my brain, Travelling all the way to Maine. My thoughts were drawn to the smell of the rain, And that refreshed my brain. Thats when she got

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil short poem

The jogger runs His daily mile His mind far away His face a weary smile The woes of the world Don’t mean a thing to him His world; his life His days are growing thin To be able to complete

Breathe

Breathe short poem

We take so much for granted from this world on which we play, the breath inside our lungs drawn in from a cold and windy day. Draining the life from a world already so drawn and stretched to it’s limits,

Answered…

Answered... short poem

I will ask you no more. An answer settles the question. Let myriad questions remain in air. Thirst is larger than the river. Silence! Ghosts are walking. You can hear footfalls of time, past is peeping from the windows. Dyslexic

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis short poem

jumped into my bed for a beauty sleep waiting for a sweet breeze to sing lullaby in the silence of conjugation of night and dream rapid eye triggering the dark aura around something tucked under the linens of bedsheet crawling

Cages Of The Mind

Cages Of The Mind short poem

We transferred… From cages in reality, To cages of the mind. Stuck in a mindset. Where someone owes you something. Instead of working for it, You blame others for your misfortune. “The White Man” kept me from getting this or

Ode To A Squirrel

Ode To A Squirrel ode

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

Whisps Of Lavender

Whisps Of Lavender short poem

Across an exotic field of lavender a gentle breeze drives. Honey bees happily harvesting pollen for their owner’s hives. From flower to flower a host of butterflies flit about. Making this field of lavender come alive! Honey bees and butterflies;

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

And The Dark Of Dismay Knock No More

And The Dark Of Dismay Knock No More prose poem

And the dark of dismay knock no more. For the wider world’s haunting, Higher than the sky My love in kingdoms hang. For the sounds of thought call out screaming Not to be heard by wiser ears. The fortune of

Inseperable

Inseperable short poem

Dead Will Sure Never Return Return For Sure Their Memory His Heart Was Like A Temple To Me When Alive And I Continue To Worship Him In My Heart , as I Feel My Heart Is His Home And My

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

Son Of The Night

Son Of The Night short poem

The star happily winks at us Like a prodigious son of the night He twinkles amusingly on us With his everlasting glittering light. He caringly watches over us And peeps peacefully at our dreams Gracefully handing shy beams With every

Love Judgment

Love Judgment short poem

You and me, both have names But love has one that does have fame From time immemorial when life’s dream yet to born From a conch’s world that blew a song: A song of heaven, a smile of joy Where

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

Blue Moon

Blue Moon prose poem

When a rare thing takes place When extraordinary event happens When something unusual happens We call it “a blue moon” event Why so… Blue Moons are seldom there But Unusual things do happen Over which we have no control Over

Tender Fall

Tender Fall short poem

This bonded fear bids for power, Will I destroy myself in valley of puppets? War in dreams, of sins and morals of masked pretentions wears me off. Time rolls violently near the periphery, before it flies away. One chaste run

Portrait of Serenity

Portrait of Serenity short poem

Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

Leaves

Leaves short poem

Under lip’s shadow dislocated in faint moonlight we discussed the maligned communications between fuming monologues of desiccsatd life. Sorcery was not able to knife the secrets of the park, branches and trees of memory. The game continues in jungle of

Gentle Breeze

Gentle Breeze prose poem

Traversing the hills, caressing the trees, gently swirling the scene. Life’s medium moves, ebbs and flows surrounding all with subtle sensation. Moving all with jocularity. Ripples across an endless water. Lifting wings, sailing seeds. Consistent, generationally reminding life of its

Mine

Mine prose poem

His curves on my bends, My space filling his gaps. Our bodies fit together, Like the perfect answer to a question, I didn’t even know existed. The lazy rise and fall of our chests, Harmonizing into a steady rhythm. “Come

My Divine Faith…

My Divine Faith... short poem

When I am scared and lost, Help me find my way back home. When my heart is in search of some hope, Be my shelter in the storm. When I am too tired to walk across the bend, And not

In The Moments Before The Shot

In The Moments Before The Shot short poem

Silence. Adrenaline pumping. Blood waiting to flow. The back of my head is cold. I can’t move an inch. I can’t even speak. Cold sweat Running down my face. Breath, rhythmic and stuttering. Everything flashes past my eyes In a

Self Inflicted Wounds

Self Inflicted Wounds short poem

Earlier I was looking at your picture with amazement How could I have been so lucky to have been your mother? To gently guide you through the years there could have been no other. Looking into your eyes, is like

Soaring High

Soaring High short poem

Ethics takes a nap, in a blink, without qualms. * A jilted lover, like a broken moon, takes a jump from the hill. * In this twilight who am I, in this crowd of sinners? ———————————————– Ethics takes a nap,

Welcome To Pakistan

Welcome To Pakistan short poem

Serene azure skies, dewy grasses and towering trees Divine, soothing and gentle is the forenoon’s breeze So fragrant is our soil, and couth is every rain Sightseers here buoyant on their visit remain The sun when yellows the unlit shadowy

From Dusk To Dusk

From Dusk To Dusk short poem

The dazzling star went through me. I was undemanding from dusk to dusk hurting myself, not anybody. Time to meet my twin, to set the black on orange. My guilt, my fear, my foreboding. Let go off, my sap in

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Sky Changing Colours

Sky Changing Colours short poem

Look how the sky changes rapidly though as in fazes stopping still the clouds do hoover like above the trees to look we turn our faces dim though the reality seems recollecting our midnight dreams Dark and rampant with the

Now that you are gone….

Now that you are gone.... short poem

This poem will make much more sense if it is read after my first poem, “The Mountain and the River”. Now that you are gone The days are pale The rains are dry The nights are dark The stars too

One Silver Bowl

One Silver Bowl short poem

Will you save me when I take the call of the lake? The swishing depth was inviting me for a plunge in the purple pool. How deep was the pain of a mountain? The domain was again ailing with subtle

Road War

Road War short poem

Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against

We Are The Weeds

We Are The Weeds short poem

I feel sane in a mad world How I wish to be mad like the others I want to hide under the covers And pretend I am free My logic is chaotic here Where fear is power and kindness is

One Sided Love

One Sided Love short poem

Even though I dint knew it from the start, That there is someone who owns your heart; Even if I see, you’re not sitting next to me, I’m still hoping that someday you will be with me. I can’t see

Trembles He

Trembles He short poem

Complexion and hair he possesses are bright We can compare him to a film black and white Nay, he has no cooling equipment at home Although cushion and mattress made of foam He is a writer and became my friend

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

Adamant, who?

Adamant, who? short poem

Will you ever understand my pain, or think forever I only did gain? it’s so hard for me to explain, for whatever I say will all go in vain. Couldn’t reason with you so far, for your mind doors are