Illegitimate Poems

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

The Unborn

The Unborn short poem

He was left inside me, still living but not born. One dark night when bodies heated up, love flourished in the form of lust he was dropped inside carelessly, by that indecent lover. He survived but was not meant to

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Nepotism

Nepotism short poem

Like illegitimate sons becoming nephews. Stay with me I have lost my ink. An underground knife cuts you to wrist, you bleed on paper. It was a tip of trust failure after a wake up call by a loner; the

Revolution

Revolution short poem

Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the

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My Hustle

My Hustle long poem

Staring in the mirror searching for hope Feeling only doubt and a complete lack of control My soul reaching out looking for a way out of this hole Even on this path, my dreams are so difficult to grab a

Mother

Mother long poem

She is the one I could rely on in times when things were scarce; to always find a way to get by when thing’s went from bad to worse. She is a true matriarch; the gel at the centre of

Unasked

Unasked short poem

Right on top, you were inching slowly. United in hate they were tracking you. Trespassing the epochs you want to go back in stone age to retrace the steps of a homeless sapiens. In the brown desert of high hunches

Life Without Literature

Life Without Literature short poem

life without literature, is like life without meaning, like a jellyfish with no sting, like a lion that can’t roar, like a frog that can’t leap, like a wolf without instinct, like a snake without venom, like a falcon without

Threads

Threads short poem

You’re the strangest person Yet I’m familiar with most of you You’re the laziest ass I know Yet I hope you to make it up to me . You’ve never lived with me Yet I miss you, Our memories! You

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

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

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions short poem

The echoes of those ancient poetries Red ink dripping from blank dreams Drooping pens and tightened grips Gloomy blue tunes, fatuous time slips These are few of my forgotten things Futuristic pragmatic event flows Far sighted chapter with new goals

Longing For You

Longing For You short poem

You are source of motivation in life for continuity, Taking breath is, only, doable with your deep proximity. You are my dreamer in sprouting confidence, and love to live, I search, always, a little space in your heart to thrive.

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma short poem

When Dr. King said, \”I have a dream that one day our children would be judged by the content of their character not the color of their skin.\” Was the \”our\” he referred to African Americans or all people? If

Lear Again…

Lear Again... short poem

It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling

Soul’s Song For My Mother-mom!

Souls Song For My Mother mom! short poem

Happy Mother’s day… Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, Writing a

My Wish Tonight

My Wish Tonight short poem

I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that

D-day In One’s Life

D day In Ones Life long poem

LOVE ETERNAL It was a phone call most unexpected mystique and warmth was in the call I just could not believe it can be so for I was away travelling in Air far away Requesting me for a surprise visit

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

Kingdom Of Dark

Kingdom Of Dark long poem

As I entered into the realm of dark And stifled for a moment to hark The dead souls that had turned into ghosts Who wanted me to hold and not embark Into the realm of dark But I proceeded without

Everything Goes Black

Everything Goes Black short poem

Young love comes to call only in the end to fall in the beginning like a river it flows in the bitter end like dried and cracked autumn leaves it blows It enchants you like the suns rays and hypnotises

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

Minjuki

Minjuki short poem

Rain falls down, Thunder to the ground, Ice and snow, Colorful as a rainbow, Spring, summer, winter, fall, Do you know them all Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Lightning crackles, The black bird

I’m Afraid Of Girl Friends

Im Afraid Of Girl Friends long poem

This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.

Confession…

Confession... short poem

As I stare at the empty skies, I hear myself amidst the solitude of night. I close my eyes and think deep About my faith and identity at risk. I am caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Fear, anger, desire

Love You

Love You short poem

“Doubt that the sun doesn’t glow… doubt that the wind doesn’t blow, doubt that the river doesn’t flow…. But don’t ever doubt the friendship (love) I owe!!!!” “My life without you, is like sky without blue, autumn without dew, ship

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Alone amidst the crowd; they say I love my own company, that I am not a people’s person, so I guess it must be true. I like to hide away: a week, a weekend, a day; places where I’m not

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

Living With Cancer

Living With Cancer elegy

Alex’s last trip was to California. He wanted to see the Redwood Forest one last time. He loved that he couldn’t see their tops, and when he tried to wrap his arms around their trunks, his arms stretched out wide

Amnesia

Amnesia short poem

I woke up in a hospital room Outside it was a full moon And I was on my feet soon Thinking how am I here? And I feared That I had amnesia I was in Italy But till yesterday I

A Recipe Of Love

A Recipe Of Love ballad

Turn on the flame Start with a smile Wait a while Stir it with fun Crack a joke Tickle a hearty laugh Whisk action One hug Few whispers Some touch Strawberry kisses Sprinkle a dash of perfume Cover on a

The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

To Disguise To Accept

To Disguise To Accept short poem

If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All

After Hours

After Hours short poem

Lucid, abusive Tongue in cheek divine Stupid, elusive Lost soul of mine A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator Loveless, acquiesce Arpeggio flutter ripples Convalesce, Fancy dress Breasts

Kebechet

Kebechet short poem

Pitch white fades to black, In this silent birth, no stillborn arises. Contrarily, life thrives in its silence. Her beauty everywhere, yet impossible to track. Stars alight her skin, Struck with constant reincarnation. The brightest are long dead, The newborns,

For Chinua

For Chinua elegy

A seven gun salute for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder. I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw

Black History Month (2016)

Black History Month (2016) prose poem

The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Willow

Willow short poem

A curse and a blessing sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, somewhere between darkness and dawn a candle in the wind… I take it to the heart, I take it on the run crossing some crazy state line one more