Hyphen Poems

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

My Dear Teacher

My Dear Teacher short poem

My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am

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Star Of David

Star Of David long poem

Star of Zion, White and blue Shield of the lord, the old and the new. Star of David, Star of peace, Covenant of the holy Star of David, Star of light, Shining bright and The promise of eternity… Star of

Virgo

Virgo short poem

Well you are the Virgin of Chasity All fired up in a warm shade of Indigo You are the unification of cosmic Forces in the shadow of Mercury An adaptable soul but you never Compromise your virtues Born of the

War

War short poem

Having love in our hearts and intelligence has been able to change things that no war has By making us see for ourselves how wars are always so dirty And end up in the unnecessary deaths of so many of

Discovering Happiness

Discovering Happiness short poem

Had I known how happiness happens I would have shared with you dear friend know not why sometimes the world riches do not move and yet sometimes a dime looks miraculous Why this happens I stand unmoved near a blooming

World without woman

World without woman short poem

Think of the world minus a woman, first of all there would have been no man. If at all there was an existence, It should have met with no continuance. Right from the birth of a child, You will find

A Poem On International Yoga Day

A Poem On International Yoga Day prose poem

Yoga has been the core of Bharat Right from waking up to sleeping From a bath to a regular buffet, From sex to spirituality From birth to death Yoga plays an indispensable role Yoga is the heartbeat of the nation

Road Ahead…

Road Ahead... short poem

Road ahead of us Cannot be assessed Mind of a woman Cannot be gauged Length of a Tunnel Cannot be measured Sayings of a Sage Cannot be understood The time when Earth Bounces Cannot be figured out While such is

Just Beauty

Just Beauty short poem

Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Cataracts

Cataracts short poem

The sky is in motion constellations shattering in ripples caused by a toe unseen mechanisms have failed like the touch of my love where the ridges and whorls of our fingertips no longer know how to lock the shattered old

Sathya Sai is the Salvation

Sathya Sai is the Salvation short poem

When your mind has lost peace When you have lost your place When you are unable to save your face When you fail to keep pace When health becomes a problem When you are hunted by the emblem When you

Birth

Birth prose poem

The Universe is a machine. It’s a machine that creates. It has the raw materials in the elements. It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics. It takes these things and creates life. Through

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

I And Not I

I And Not I short poem

I tried to flee away from my shadow But my shadow chases me to be with me I am afraid to tell the truth But my conscious pricks me for not revealing the truth I expect my friend to care

Eyes Are Better than Heart

Eyes Are Better than Heart short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost

Longing For The Footprints Of A Ghost short poem

I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I

Empty Glass

Empty Glass short poem

I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who

Six

Six short poem

Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this

Eighteen

Eighteen short poem

As rage dwindled and I came to be Writhed in agony on the ground, I howled. With beaten eyes, I looked around Buds of flake and broken shards were found. Wiping my eyes, I sat on the filthy floor My

A Thrilling Blast

A Thrilling Blast short poem

I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

The Big Head Little Girl

The Big Head Little Girl short poem

She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands

Angel’s Lullaby

Angels Lullaby short poem

Little one, resting cozily in my care, Sleep and dream. Little one, nestled in my arms, Forget about the struggles of today. You are in my safekeeping; Nothing will ever harm you. You have been placed in my guidance, And

Life An Adjustment

Life An Adjustment long poem

It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

There’s voids of emptiness bridging you and me, Unknown to you, you are already known to me. You and me, like the two loops of the same knot, Baits of our own fate, one day we are destined to get

My Heart’s Desire

My Hearts Desire short poem

Your love has my heart hopping like a kangaroo. Lost in love what’s a girl to do? Not much to offer but the broken pieces of my heart, perhaps it’s enough to make a new start. A fire can be

Icarus Wings

Icarus Wings ballad

Well I made mistakes. I said some things. Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t drink. I didn’t think, is what you could have said or done. But instead you walk away, said “you can’t stay,” and now you’re gone. And

Enticing Enchantment

Enticing Enchantment short poem

From a bird’s eye view, In the stillness of night, A sea of beautiful lights, Soothe my aching eyes. Blinking lights through a canopy of trees, Winking stars twinkle, Tiny droplets of rain sprinkle, Healing the scarred soul. Mist hides

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

I Am A Desert

I Am A Desert short poem

I am a desert that’s thirsty for your Love. Baby you are my angel sent from above. You were just a thought that grew inside me. And then you somehow set my soul free. No strings attached, no more holding

True Beauty

True Beauty long poem

Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting

Home

Home long poem

This is my home large, colorful, abstract real paintings on the wall a reflection or deflection from the self? Light gasping for life emitting from the lamp brushing past the faces so bright This is my home A sanctuary of

Remorse

Remorse short poem

Remorse it is consuming me My integrity My peace I look into the mirror Evading my eyes For I see the shadow Of the remorse I converse With you I see it Mirrored in you The discomfort I sense Emanating

For The Moment

For The Moment prose poem

Tenuous and stretched are our links Precious, yet an incomplete jigsaw Making it arduous to reach a Safe heaven of human interface. It can whither like the autumn leaves Wearily sinking like the sun at dusk, As if there wouldn’t

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is

Give Me Some Poison To Live

Give Me Some Poison To Live short poem

Give me, some poison to live, I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets,

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? short poem

Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s

Sand Witchd

Sand Witchd short poem

If I tell the truth I disturb her mind If I tell lie I lit her mind I am often Caught in between Truth and Lie I get disturbed if I hurt her I get more then disturbed If I

What He Is? (part 2)

What He Is? (part 2) short poem

He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me