Hysterical Poems

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

Miserable

Miserable short poem

Some get disturbed without reason some feel miserable for some reason Some acts hysterical for unknown reason Little do we realise misery is self created We give importance more to the earthly desires Seldom we understand the importance of our

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Barters A Call

Barters A Call short poem

A pair of reverberating black eyes Moves in the street of dead moths, Under yellow light of forlorn streets Moves uncertainly in a sleepy town, The luminous mist adorns her face, The wounded eyes of poverty Barters a call for

Shell Shock

Shell Shock long poem

The whistle blows to sound the charge and over the top they bustle and barge, covered from head to toe in mud and soon tainted with flesh and blood. Up the ladder with slippery rungs, a scream of rage from

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Happy Poem!

Happy Poem! short poem

Heaps and heaps of words Stuck in desperation, mute, blind I un-turn pages and unfold stories A deliberate, hysterical rewind A happy poem they ask for Color, dance and delight I dig out thoughts, restlessly Terrified letters turn white A

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Trees

Trees sonnet poems

Trees give so much yet receive so little Our attitude towards them is brittle Have we considered what we do to trees? Or not, I should think, we do as we please Compared to us, they have given us lots

Why Do You Make Me Wait

Why Do You Make Me Wait short poem

Why? Why do you make me wait? Don’t you know how much I love you? Why do you make me wait? Don’t you know how much I missed you? Why do you make me wait? Don’t you know I am

Satisfaction !?

Satisfaction !? long poem

A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give a radish painted red, but not very deep deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste. Lets pursue the real before it extincts. This is the life, live it man. This is the

She Seeks Him…

She Seeks Him... long poem

“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,

English Sir

English Sir short poem

Scary monster with big specs, A bald head and long legs. Same two shirts at alternate days, A dirty nose and an unwashed face. Not introduced himself with his true name, Teaching in class which is untamed. He speaks English

Fictional Island

Fictional Island short poem

I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you

Chains Of Slavery

Chains Of Slavery short poem

You hold me with your chains , Your chains are heavy they lock my brain , You and your invisible chains , But I alone determine my destiny , My destiny belongs to me , So don’t try to hold

The Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are

The Lost Generation

The Lost Generation short poem

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam transcript of a gender plays with the gun. Manhood was at stake I will meet you in a cauldron. I was arrested in the house, was moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words

Unbecoming

Unbecoming short poem

A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was

World Of Danger- as I Think

World Of Danger  as I Think short poem

World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid

Bloodscape

Bloodscape short poem

Monologue of a monolith to live in a moment was futile. A young house was in disorder. Not listening, I would find the missing links. Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal lines for shifting the planets. The

Life Is A Dream

Life Is A Dream short poem

Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth

Magikarp (our potential)

Magikarp (our potential) short poem

He is weak they say A thousand more born each day Nothing special or new His abilities are far too few. But, little do they know… Weak though I may be The fault’s in their decree For it is they

A Friend

A Friend short poem

A friend Only someone who is honest, direct and correct with us is our true friend And not someone who just speaks words of love in order to get something in return at the end A friend will warn you

The Socialite

The Socialite short poem

She gets out of bed gazes into vacant space. It’s time to wake up and put the mask on her face. Time to mingle with her so called friends. Who are as fake and cold as her. Pursuing their own

Confide In Me

Confide In Me short poem

When there is storm, confide in me. I shall save you from harm’s way! Oh Lord! Where is the ray, the ray of hope! That way, the way you haven’t looked yet. Am the only child shackled in suffering? No!

Our Ascended Masters

Our Ascended Masters short poem

Divinity isn’t bestowed no one interviews you for that job insanity is a big part of the benefits package once you’ve actually experienced Truth you cease if an animal became human – evolution in action – what does a human

The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:

Dear Parents

Dear Parents short poem

When I broke off from the warmth of the belly I had nothing decent. When I entered another season I had nothing decent. But I had you. You bore me, nursed me and liberated me from pain. The pain I

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

Facebook

Facebook short poem

Let me have a little look on my Facebook today, Let me just see what the world has to say, Let me take a minute to check my newsfeed, Then I wondered why, and I wondered why indeed. “I’m going

I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

Beauty Of She

Beauty Of She short poem

Looking at the locks of her hair the way she set them free, it is the time you lose your sincerity, dive into the beauty of she ……….. Now seeing her face sparkling bright in the dim light as that

Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

Mysterious Love!

Mysterious Love! short poem

The beauty and depth in your eyes, like the deep red rose’s appraise. the mystery and attraction of your face, Fascinate and amaze me with utter grace. Rose planted in my heart’s garden, started to bloom and brighten. my words

Patron Of The Dying Arts

Patron Of The Dying Arts long poem

Perfect hot white ceiling giving back planetary anger at persons and plants making a griddle of the city’s streetmap and challenging those afoot to not drown swallowed in their own sweat Opera singer enters air conditioned library cool and quiet

Sweet As You Are…

Sweet As You Are... short poem

The falling rains, the blowing wind The call of mountains, The songs of river, The chanting of bells, The joy of spring Are indeed sweet, Alas; but not – as sweet Sweet as you are The dreams which drive, The

No Rescue

No Rescue short poem

Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,

Time

Time short poem

Tick Tock Tick Tock Hickory Tickory tock Benevolence is the creature Amidst of all Time is not a river of mystery precisely present, future & history Time is mighty watches over us The abstract deity records and focus Time is

Brightest Star I See Tonight

Brightest Star I See Tonight long poem

Arcturus touches me pinpricks of a blood orange juice I walk naked in the night serenaded by frogs daring bats to tear mosquitos from my hair warmth of August stars ripple with atmosphere all those photons painting me the perverts

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Nostalgia

Nostalgia short poem

Don’t let the night’s darkness show you those vague dreams again perspicuously. Don’t let the night’s silence guide you to that one voice you always desired for. Don’t let the night shove you back to that soul with whom you

Johnny walker

Johnny walker short poem

Transient is the word am neither here nor there don’t feel this nor that neither cold nor warm. Traversing through the spectrum and yet not latching on, bygones are bygones learning to look forward. Nothing to look back at caught 

The Full Circle

The Full Circle long poem

Seeking a bride at my ripe age Getting married amidst near and dear feeling as a special person in the groom’s attire Humming those romantic tunes holding her hand experiencing the heavenly feeling at our honeymoon decorating our little hamlet