Hubris Poems

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

I Am Within Myself A World

I Am Within Myself A World short poem

I am within Myself a world The rest, they are mere satellites Orbiting round Me in intimate swirl; I am the dark iris, they the white; I am salvation, the perfect particle, I am a masterpiece complete; I am nirvana,

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I Have Promises To Keep

I Have Promises To Keep short poem

I have promises to keep to those who turn have created a separate world without me because of which my world turned into a fairy tale I have promises to keep to the one who actually forced me to be

Heartdrive

Heartdrive ode

And as I lay there in the dry sand The tide washed your memory away You’ve broken me down to nothing But I finally realize I’m worth something I will burn as bright as the night stars No more locking

Tarnished Nights

Tarnished Nights short poem

Though you’re laughing and dancing, in front of the looking glass, deaf ears can’t hear your whispering, I’m emanating your sadness. Lure them with my elder names while you’re seeking the cradle. Spin, spin around, live the dreams, be drunk,

The Mighty Words

The Mighty Words long poem

I am a word, the word that came from God, careful how you use me. The creation spoke through ages with so much wisdom, and till today I am alive and live among you, I am not afraid of anyone,

Beloved

Beloved ode

They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,

Isabella

Isabella short poem

Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain

Curious Eyes

Curious Eyes short poem

Some words unspoken, Some unheard, Some are golden, lushful like in heart! Sweet smiles speak with shower of eyes, Till none knows what they hide. Magical stories, The truth untold, Loved glories, nothing bought or sold! Many words appear, and

Gi Melin

Gi Melin short poem

Into darkness we go Where the light cannot reach O’er hills and trees the shadow go Until we reach the edge of night Where the starry skies Go forever on into the night Beneath the stars, our lives we make

Foaming Fury

Foaming Fury short poem

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

Literary Affair

Literary Affair short poem

Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines

Harmony

Harmony prose poem

We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss

Wax and wane

Wax and wane prose poem

Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I

Fly Me To Paris

Fly Me To Paris long poem

Well once in a lifetime someone comes along Like an angel sent from Heaven to bring you Out of the darkness and gives a new meaning To your dreams… Well and it’s now I know I am a better person

To Be Seduced

To Be Seduced short poem

She was mesmerisngly beautiful Her deep dark eyes like pools of night Hypnotised me Fixed me Froze me , to the spot. I looked away to no avail She smiled, a delicious voluptuous smile Twas then I saw her fangs

Bitter Pill To Swallow

Bitter Pill To Swallow long poem

This is a bitter pill to swallow Knowing you are not here and out of sight All I do is sit and wallow Since you went away the whole world feels dull and grey I would do anything to have

Hope Of One Day….

Hope Of One Day.... short poem

That day will also come When happiness will fall everywhere Every one will smile and have fun Grip of God will be in the hearts No one bad and no one cruel Every body will be together here The sun

The Clock

The Clock short poem

I remember, The Clock, Beige and White of my child days That used to spell time perfect… Now is broken but the time never stopped, And on the wall they hung a newer one the time never stopped I saw

Meaningless

Meaningless short poem

The shift to vernal tone starts a standoff with eyelashes. A sickle moon begins harpooning the stars. The unorthodox microlove brings out a ciliated canon of faithless interior. The gods were going to become weary of snowfall. Punctuating the silence,

World In The Brink

World In The Brink short poem

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

Tongue

Tongue short poem

Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue

The day I lost you Mother

The day I lost you Mother short poem

The day I lost you mother The will to live I lost too Each moment I ask a million times Why did you have to go away so soon? In all that pain that you calmly suffered You never forgot

Threads

Threads short poem

I slowly whisper my story into the wind Let it take my story to your ear Let your world know, let it hear That I never cried in my life Even if everything was dark around me The only thing

Give A Lift

Give A Lift prose poem

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

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

Lists

Lists short poem

Lists of listlessness Lay piled Along with linen Waiting to be washed, dried and ironed. And I just did. Found my list clean And crisp without creases Just plain white paper For my scribbled squiggly dreams painted in varied hues.

Can You Take Me To My Home?

Can You Take Me To My Home? short poem

The valley holds on, to murder of moon, behind the trees. It is dark and clouds are meditating. You think of a perfect horror and a poisoned arrow flies straight into heart of a blissful sun. It is red, splattered

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.

Poco,forever Friend

Poco,forever Friend short poem

She looks at me with soulful eyes;her brows raised in a question She looks almost like she is smiling,all I have to do is make the suggestion Don”t even have to say a word,Just pick up the leash and put

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

Why I Write A Poem

Why I Write A Poem short poem

I often ask myself why I write poems I am often asked is this your story I write poems in the silence of night in those sleepless nights The urge to write, the pains felt, the life lived, the suffering

A Vortex To A Quill

A Vortex To A Quill long poem

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to

Disconnected

Disconnected short poem

It’s a funny feeling, being totally remote. No connection to the world outside. My world has shrunk down To the walls of my house, To the boundaries of my city. I know many people, But as far as I’m concerned,

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .

He And She

He And She short poem

He says, In your lovely eyes you have a combination of blue and grey, a pair of strong magnets, and a ton of sunshine smiles. You have gait and posture of a Pine, movements of a classical dancer spontaneity as

Dishonest Friend

Dishonest Friend long poem

Don’t ever lie to me I will tell you this just once I Want to hear truth not a dishonest response, I’m good at detecting lies when they’re told One lie leads to many as deceit takes control, If lies

Someday My Clyde

Someday My Clyde ode

Someday Someday I’ll wake up before the alarm Kiss your forehead while u sleep in my arms Flip our pancakes Focusing for my ambulance You will change bad to good. Give teens another chance. Showing the light thats inside Leading

Numb

Numb prose poem

Life is but a fleeting moment. Death is but an unseen influence. Neither have any significance. Humanity is all of empty shells walking on broken ground. Emotions are only uncontrollable hormones. We act like we live with feeling when we

The Sound Of Muzak

The Sound Of Muzak short poem

No matter the ups and downs, Or the criss-crossing silver lines With the shadows- The clash of words and images And the confusions that reign; All drown when the notes play. Fade away when the chords resonate- With lyrics so