Inane Poems

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

Yonder Slumbering

Yonder Slumbering short poem

Tell me not to rise again, Yonder slumbering magic hands of futility Have lulled me to rest in suave peace’s grave And are inviting drowsiness enough to blink. Thanks thou merchant of senselessness Trades countless pains in forlorn heart Till

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In Contemplation

In Contemplation short poem

Cats are running around Besieging all the burrows in sniffing jestures, Blackened spirits in utter desperation Seeking quivering mouse on holes. Mouse that are born on conscience depth Brought up with faint knowledge To charm the graves of moral saints

Hooligan Wind!

Hooligan Wind! short poem

I watched the wind having wicked fun today Stripping leaves from trees and hurling them like confetti Forcing flowers to frantically dance to any old tune Sucking up grit and spitting it in unsuspecting faces Snatching hats from the heads

Examinations – A Devil Part 3

Examinations – A Devil Part 3 short poem

The only thing which restrain Our progress and does train Us to locate the farthest wain And show us how we are wane. Exams by force does restrain Our growth changes into inane. We found nobody to explain Why teachers

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

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God’s Mercy

Gods Mercy short poem

Whosoever holds tight God’s rope He does not burden beyond His scope Sincerity in adversity helps to cope A man with faith never loses his hope Oh my God overlook my blunders Only you save me from all thunders Your

To Pepe’s Mum

To Pepe’s Mum long poem

As your daughter we have that special bond we can share So please always remember that I’m here and I Care We have a connection that others can’t see, I’m thankful that I always have you near me Throughout the

God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God loves us, He loves us because we are Made in His holy image, claimed and called By the God of the world and all of the universe Made to love God and to follow and trust Him To believe

The Love We Had

The Love We Had short poem

Just by staring at her smile my world became sheer. For the power she had to embrace me just by residing in this little heart of mine. Our love was abundant for me , to be blissed. It made me

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

Let me sleep

Let me sleep short poem

Where is this Where I am right now, Is this the dream, I had dreamt a long time back Why don’t I feel The anguish, I only recently had. Why do I see the colors so vivid How come there

Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

Betrayals from long-ago, Resurfaced when I saw you. Though time had past, The wounds still bleed. As if the damage, Was done yesterday! No apologies ever flowed, From your evil lips. Sympathy was never implied, All I could see was

Catalytic Apparition

Catalytic Apparition short poem

There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal

Recipe for Mud Cake

Recipe for Mud Cake short poem

A bowl of butter, dough, eggs and sugar come together, Mix till the consistency is right, you’ll figure. Next, molten chocolate you will take, Add to the bowl, not a drop you must forsake! The contents of the bowl you

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

How I Wish I Had Chosen You

How I Wish I Had Chosen You short poem

There’s this guy I once knew In the midst of darkness I saw The love we shared just flew How I wish I had chosen you. The story of us isn’t fair It vanished like bubbles in the air The

The Master Didn’t Appear.

The Master Didnt Appear. short poem

Come along and wait with me, He said he’ll come and come shall he, So don’t be Daft just let it be, For we are where we ought to be, It’s been so long I know it too, You look

The Vain Cry Of Feeling

The Vain Cry Of Feeling short poem

The days are given , The nights are spent , Things changed and went . The blind mind , Finds no wind , As never it anchored on God , But sense -pleasure and wealth to hoard . How the

We May Decide

We May Decide short poem

We May Decide My sweetheart come over to me in exile To meet face to face and know each other In the process we may decide for a while To be heart to heart and to avoid the altar On

Bluebird

Bluebird short poem

Morning sun a shining, wind chimes a chiming and Bluebird a singing outside my open window on the old Dog Wood tree well it brings a smile to my face as I greet the coming day… life is beautiful and

Follow Your Dreams.

Follow Your Dreams. short poem

They say it’s all in the mind How we imagine things to be is very far removed from what becomes our reality We each have dreams to follow A date to keep with Fate We strive for success on the

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

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

The Un-haunted House

The Un haunted House short poem

The cook was in the kitchen The gardener trimming vines I went down to the cellar To fetch a case of wine I came back to the parlor And much to my surprise There stood Master Pennbrook Right before my

Sidmouth Seafront

Sidmouth Seafront prose poem

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

The Tear Of Things

The Tear Of Things short poem

The panther goes for the neck only. A body trembles on the stairs. Scarred bones are strewn around in the broad day light. I sometimes hear a wailing sound. Here lies the scarf, the coat, the shoes. A nation is

Stars Under My Feet

Stars Under My Feet long poem

Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your

One Awe Twice Ado

One Awe Twice Ado short poem

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

Journey – The Next Moment

Journey   The Next Moment short poem

Life may be a pleasant journey for the moment but one is unaware what is in store the next moment Move along with Moon and stars and try moving ahead of sky you will surely leave others far behind without

Existence

Existence short poem

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

When………

When......... short poem

When silence chides, When loneliness deserts, When faith betrays, When failures succeed, When smiles shed tears, When dreams turn nightmares, When shadow is bodiless, When speech is wordless When pride becomes a shame When voids of heart become hollow When

Waiting For Reply

Waiting For Reply short poem

Don’t know from where to start.. Lets leave my soul quite side apart.. I try to spread happiness on a face.. But i think i lost her in that race.. I never had a Good friend like her.. I never

Star Struck

Star Struck short poem

I, thirst for nudging the butter lamp to peep inside the dark of a Shiva crater of human suffering, between your pain and my blood there was ancient history, where will you go now, no light has touched you so

The Book

The Book short poem

Open the book And take a quick look inside God knows how you’ve tried Put pen to paper In song or in verse Each one comes out worse Than the last one And now you’ve begun Rewrite the score And

Dreams What Do They Mean

Dreams What Do They Mean prose poem

Have you ever dreamed you could fly with no limit to how high? Or dreamed you could outswim any fish, do what you wish? Maybe a dream where you though you had control, in those you must be careful you

Missing

Missing short poem

In the morning I miss my childhood In the mid day, the lunch We had together, In the evening the harmonious Sound of the musical tunes Of your talk, At night The short slumbers We had together, but now I

The Unsung Heroes Of Christmas

The Unsung Heroes Of Christmas short poem

Well it just breaks my heart That you can’t be home for Christmas…nobody should have To work on Christmas day but Not everybody sees it my way People make excuses and say It’s not all about the money…yeah Right you

Hungry Angels

Hungry Angels short poem

Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?

Bottled Tears

Bottled Tears prose poem

If hope were mystical and only available for this present and earthly life, I would think my future to be cloudy and dark, not sunny and bright If hope were in a constant state of deferral I think my heart