Illusions Poems

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

Illusions

Illusions short poem

Illusions… are so beautiful… aren’t they? so tempting… so alluring… so full of promises of happiness… Illusions built of illusions … that pull you so deep within… that at one point the self becomes an Illusion… thoughts become dreams …

Illusions And Realization

Illusions And Realization prose poem

Why don’t I find the things around me The way I wish Why don’t I feel the things around me The way I wish And why don’t I dream the dreams The way I wish Because my imagination accepts the

Temple Of Illusions

Temple Of Illusions long poem

Yesterday I took a trip, I flew across the stars and galaxies and landed on a planet just like ours- Felt the waves wash me as I woke up, Sunshine and bright happy clouds – Grassy pastures, Tall trees swaying

Illusions Innumerable

Illusions Innumerable ballad

All seems normal Perhaps it’s so too. Yet there is a missing sting Of a blank. Or is it a mirage? Hopes and wishes Converge in tandem A tinge of bliss breathes With no clear touch A drop of deprivation

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The Other Way

The Other Way short poem

I get up in the morning without ever bothering could I have got up at all I ride the Bike amidst chaotic traffic never ever thinking, could I ever ride again I grab all the junk food into my stomach

Random Musings

Random Musings short poem

Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief

Deviations

Deviations long poem

Why are you afraid of deviations? It’s a natural phenomenon, When medium is changed light deviates, And the seven beautiful colors, Appear as a beautiful rainbow, Plurality is the offshoots of singularity, Let these colors play their roles, On the

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum prose poem

He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,

A State Of Absence

A State Of Absence prose poem

Hey you, who reside in horizons fleeing from my steps! How could I pluck out and gather winds from your lofty trees? Each time I climb mountains, I find an inscription registering a blow of your old perfume and a

Poems containing references to : Illusions

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

The Pursuit Of Chastity

The Pursuit Of Chastity prose poem

Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit? For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt, Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?

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

A Lament

A Lament long poem

One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby

Daughter Delite Series: My Lovey Dovey baby short poem

A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads

State Of Birth

State Of Birth prose poem

M portrays my feeling of MISSING something that I never had, and could never see; The feeling that people were always MOVING away from me; The feeling that MONEY would never come my way, but only flee. I is for

Essence of Life

Essence of Life short poem

(Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit. Napoleon Hill) For him the moments in life appeared to standstill, everything seemed happy and went according to his will. There was beauty

In search of belief

In search of belief short poem

Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.

David Bowie

David Bowie prose poem

The clown is in the rocket ship and he’s crying just for you He’s been smoking something strange now he’s going up to the moon It’s alright because he’ll be back for you…………… real soon I might have; could have;

Dead Letters!

Dead Letters! long poem

*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness

Infinite Seclusion

Infinite Seclusion short poem

Ephemeral landscapes Anything for an ethereal escape. Through trodden lands come fatuous perceptions. As though materials fade behind the shadowy hem of night, Hasty winds succumb through numerous violations. Empty space here, concrete expressions of plight Downward facing valleys may

To Be Or Not To Be

To Be Or Not To Be short poem

To be or not to be, A mind doubtful as ever; A dilemma ever present, to be right or to be wrong; To follow or to lead, the dilemma ever present; The perception changes, the question remains permanent; To believe

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

On Agony

On Agony short poem

A transfixed agony sometimes denies, To cross the borders of pleading eyes, Abstracting with it’s hue their salient desires, In illusions of depths mystifies, In undiscovered tongues, secretly carves, Lamentations of unborn goodbyes! Of reflecting truths are liquors blamed, When

Surface Of Reality

Surface Of Reality short poem

Behind the surface of reality Are the hands of fantasy With illusions of time That is stimulating my brain As time does pass You are in my memories Engraved in my heart There you will stay You may grasp my

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

Life Is A Package

Life Is A Package short poem

We talk about Rich and the poor We discuss beauty and ugly We debate over winner and loser We judge the Good and bad We speak about life and death We Quarrel on caste and religion We compare human to

Hello Computer

Hello Computer short poem

There are brightened screens on lazy afternoons, Queue up for a weekend getaway from our dull bedrooms, What’s your age, sex and location? Are you here for rendezvous or recreation? Thirty Sally whose a housewife, is looking for illusions, to

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

Are We So Ignorant?

Are We So Ignorant? short poem

We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our

Wounded

Wounded prose poem

From the sneaky shadows and frightful darkness, his saddened soul released terrifying wickedness. Things which had died, arose from deep inside. Perhaps it didn’t really demise, but simply hide. Even he was surprised, but dismissed his pride. Our own heart

Leave Me

Leave Me short poem

Leave me… to bask in the drenching moods of life’s diverse grandeur. Leave me… to gaze at the ball of fire which sets innocent faces of the clouds aflame each morning. Leave me… to embrace the steel blue eyelid of

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

China Doll

China Doll ballad

I would love to be free, free from the pain; But nothing comes easy, so that’s what they say; How the distance it takes me, far beyond my dreams; Though nothing ever is as it appears to be. Oh how

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

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An Unborn Prayer

An Unborn Prayer short poem

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

Listening To The Sea – V

Listening To The Sea   V short poem

Am I the water or the Mud? How can your dusty eyes see me? Can you not wipe away the tears of longing? Free me from the memory of you Let the winds whisper your name I will still sail

Bite

Bite long poem

Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss

Police

Police long poem

As a kid I always fancied to don the Role of police I visualised police as a superman who can tame any bad guy with ease I believed only God and policeman can protect us from thieves I grew up

Blot

Blot short poem

I have been away a while, space, time to think, while in the thinking, think, that maybe we are too affected by today’s culture, media, in not thinking for ourselves. Beauty can be seen everywhere, yet some shout of ugliness.

Creature Of The Netherworld

Creature Of The Netherworld short poem

Creature of the netherworld now I see you like never before Apparition – that is not me ‘Coz my journey there was smooth and nice So you can’t see but I can see. Hid yourself from the world you did

Many Namesakes

Many Namesakes short poem

Boots in air an elite brain hangs out from the tall tears. It does not search an exit. Time moves out with a murder in eyes. Leading a spartan life in a lair, in tune with absolutely zilch. A sexy

The Best Picture Cover

The Best Picture Cover long poem

Strolling through the park With my lady after dark When I kiss her I can hear her voice whisper As our spirit dances Like a drifter across the sky Oh how I so miss her tenderness Among the brightest stars