Hedonism Poems

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

Here’s To Peace

Heres To Peace short poem

They throw bombs like I throw parties And it’s equally hit and miss Often a mess, never a success And still we throw and throw They have Molotov cocktails, While I serve the regular kind They’ll bomb your mind to

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I long to be little

I long to be little short poem

A giggle here a giggle there, Wish I was little again, Would have cared less, About the strain and the pain Built castles in the sand, And waited for waves to erase, Would have ambled off in greens, Been lost

Stand Tall

Stand Tall short poem

Every time you stand all alone, Remember you’re the one who owns. For all the success that was yours, Failures are not anyone else’s fault. Stop pointing the fingers now, Relax, breathe take one step slow. Everything that surrounds you,

Mother India

Mother India short poem

Mother India I travelled to you Three years back ‘Twas a moment’s spur Friends thought I’d gone whack Mother India Filled with uncertainty For what was in store Intrepid and curious I reached your belly at Bangalore Mother India With

Two Strangers In Love

Two Strangers In Love prose poem

When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented

Blank, Pitch Black

Blank, Pitch Black short poem

Bunch of flowers, fresh fragrant showers, timidly waiting for something. I hear a sound buzzing around, Where am I? Where I’ve been? Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream? Tinsel beads cover the trees, and the strolling

The Teacher

The Teacher short poem

A day of birth comes the Joker The world a perfect teacher for the beginner From four to two becomes a humble starter A novice set sail amidst pressure Floating with the tides devoid of disaster A crystal clear mind

The Loving Cobra

The Loving Cobra ode

The love scene of a cobra, I saw, It kisses all over the body of its Love-hit snake -girl, very carefully, Keeps close its mouth, not to Wound her, keeping its teeth in, Shut closed its venomous flows. The word

The Fair-sex

The Fair sex short poem

The fair sex Taking care of self In her own ways Making up herself. The womankind Surprises entire mankind Self-defining muliebrity Softness and effeminacy. Still tough to toil In and outdoors But fully satisfied Needing no more. Self-dependent And self-reliant

Brady O’shae And The Dragon

Brady O’shae And The Dragon long poem

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

My Fiance Tassie

My Fiance Tassie short poem

Her smile takes my breath away, She’s perfect in every way, Her lips are soft and cold Seeing her everyday puts me in that romantic mood. Her love is kind and full of surprise Like waking up on Christmas morning

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

The Fall Of Nod

The Fall Of Nod long poem

I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In

C’mon Buddy

Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

Birthday

Birthday short poem

Shot in the face an insider tells the story of withdrawl of the vision thing. Crooked hands lift the frozen lake to drimk the elixir of death. Lonely home inspires the dark bird to land on the window of mountain

Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

Road- Block

Road  Block long poem

Heaps of vehicles huddled together on the road Like a swarm of flies sitting on Jaggery to taste it People inside the vehicles are drenched in profused sweat Like frozen milk pockets as they are out of the Fridge. A

Dilemma

Dilemma short poem

There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. The days were full

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope Sometimes I’m hopeful Clouds begin to lighten up Sun starts to shine through Grey skies turn to blue I see a future A degree And a job I love. I see a marriage Some kids And even a farm

The Field

The Field long poem

If you will be so kind To lend me your time, I’ll lead you on a climb Of the metaphysical kind; Just one cautionary rhyme — Don’t stand too close behind Your presently cherished paradigm. From various cosmic residences Arrive

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb long poem

Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over

Ode To Thoughts Lost

Ode To Thoughts Lost ode

The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of

Two Cats

Two Cats long poem

Walking on the streets nearby, a small pussy, I saw, Mewing, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hungry, I felt the need of saving and serving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as

White Face

White Face short poem

The first time I saw you I knew not who you were, your wonderful gentleness forever captured my heart. So I sat very quietly on my back deck and watched you dance, like a ballerina; all around my backyard. Your

People

People short poem

People fascinate me With their colourful qualities. People frighten me With their capacity for cruelty. People inspire me Indicating a world of beauty. People make me feel love. Some make me bow; For their know how. People enrich my life,

Walk in the Rain

Walk in the Rain short poem

Overcast and drab evening with ominous shroud dark Distant rumbling crackle akin to giant ignited spark Adding to swelling misery in my moments desolate Craving for little company to someone try and relate Swallowed up with solitude for sane sense

Blind Swings

Blind Swings short poem

gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself reading anatomy of animality spawning the hidden eggs flecks of echos scarring: reconnecting to starry night I could not hold my enraged otherself and the homely smell of gunshots orchestrated

From a woman’s heart

From a womans heart short poem

You don’t know how she misses you Thinks of you and feels you You are a man, you would not understand A woman’s heart, her pain and agony You know to woo, to wean away her heart Away from her,

Who Are You?

Who Are You? prose poem

Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and

Naked Doll

Naked Doll short poem

The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

The Lost Trail

The Lost Trail short poem

We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same? Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back.

True Inner Feelings

True Inner Feelings long poem

How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share You could be sincere I really don’t care What’s on your mind? another bad line

A Poem For My Beloved

A Poem For My Beloved short poem

When I think Of all the hurt I’ve caused, Of endless tears, I paused; And you were there. On the brink Of utter ruin I see a ray Of shining hope, bright as day, And answered prayer. Though the course

Regrets

Regrets long poem

I never got the chance To be, for you, the best I never had the strength To hold you to my chest I never had the time To be a fathers son. I never had a hope Of undoing things

Heard

Heard short poem

When I was you; I seen the smiles, I seen the cries. I thought if I ignore , I can remain emotionally saved But I saved nobody else My world became wrong to complain I seen others working hard ,

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old long poem

It’s now time life will reward me with a new hello I am only just starting anew and have far to go Today is the day, Now is the time To take back the life that is rightfully mine Don’t

The Fork

The Fork short poem

Concrete beneath your feet as you blaze your trail along the road to your grave; covered in blood and tears shadowed by gray smoke heaving light upon your pain At the fork between the tines the crow sits watching Wings