Indulgence Poems

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

I Saw You.

I Saw You. short poem

I saw you walking down the road Into the mundane Could I hold you back a little into a diversion a moment of indulgence unpredictably startling smile on your face and a sweet memory that will make the mundane extraordinary..

Poems containing references to : Indulgence

Borrowed Dreams

Borrowed Dreams long poem

I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted

Milkweed

Milkweed short poem

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The

Lonely Only

Lonely Only short poem

Amidst of joyous merriment sitting lonesome in solitude Own shadow as company at a tether’s end fortitude With none of any inclination for any indulgence to ignite Reminiscing all times of yore with so much there to excite Am sure

Heartbreak?

Heartbreak? long poem

Sadness mostly breaks upon the horizon it slips into its coma unless you awaken it with a light you carry it like a dead weight a burden inside you. push it all you might but sadness comes again. Let me

Second-hand Event

Second hand Event short poem

Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey. The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the

Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

Thought 4

Thought 4 long poem

Winter fogs are delving over city Like birds of prey with breathless cold Each drop moistens your lips Passing shivering kisses like beloved. The last afternoon sun that brought comforting warm Meekly knocking at the door of grey sky, Her

The Bully

The Bully short poem

How it is that – at shrine while saying prayers sex was on your mind? You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. but still tuned to sweet indulgence. And then a sudden flash back slaps in your face, and

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On This So Cold Night

On This So Cold Night short poem

On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.

Grief

Grief short poem

It’s hard to grasp grief when it does come? Different for all when losing someone It never came on the day that you died Or following weeks that passed on by When your body was gone and turned into ashes

Painter’s Love

Painters Love short poem

You said you’re in love with that image of me On the wall, the painting hanging delicately. You said you love the slopes, curves of my face Those subtle little lines you just love to trace. You said my lips,

Listening To Forgive

Listening To Forgive short poem

A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the

Incoherent lives..

Incoherent lives.. short poem

  Radio blares incoherent songs people speak excitedly about music billboards advertise wares there are outlets everywhere the lights are bright and night still young and the road never ends… There is a girl in silhouette a woman with torn

Crush

Crush short poem

The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance.. you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker.. every morning was a story sketched in your eyes, every day were you

I Wish I Were There

I Wish I Were There short poem

I wish I were there To watch you grow, And help you back up When you’ve taken a blow. I wish I were there To watch you play, Or teach you how to catch A ball without delay. I wish

The Pain Fillings

The Pain Fillings short poem

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

Death- An Inevitable Truth

Death  An Inevitable Truth short poem

Death will drain, Life’s every strain. All things will mend, After death in the end. Be it big or small, Death has its role. Death is not a notion, That fears no pill or potion. Life is a maze, That

Maybe A New Year Non-wish?

Maybe A New Year Non wish? short poem

Hmmm … now for a New Year 2015 Non-wish … Morph into that garden snail, idling around, salivating around, barely undulating a slimy inch within an orgasm-hectic New Year dawn. Perhaps no more thoughts, no more ideation, no self-quantification in

The Abacist

The Abacist long poem

South America we’re up so high a kind of disintegratory layer some alchemist’s dream elements penetrating each other a stink of stone flows from the window I’ve been sick a week my flight left the only person who speaks to

Fate Of Humankind

Fate Of Humankind prose poem

We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in

A Woman’s Urge To Be Discovered

A Womans Urge To Be Discovered short poem

O sailor a voyage you know and know the nautical miles , ways of winds find your ways faraway land you discovered , treasure beneath and distant,precious stones,waterfalls and fountains , everday I lit a lamp and hope you discover

Devils Delight

Devils Delight long poem

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

Bleeding Day

Bleeding Day short poem

Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict of soul and body on the right side of truth, laid out on a table visited by desolation; here comes the crash of bodies. You stand up against the end of beginning to lock eyes

A Water View!

A Water View! short poem

Like a tear, rolling down or the roaring, mighty, ocean wave, there rests love, sublime! Yes! the darkness, in the death or the fearless, of a myth, are all real, only underneath! About the sailor who tried or the failure,

Rebuked

Rebuked short poem

Heart filled with hate Blood cold as a winter night Forgotten by Jesus Raped by a demon Innocence was stolen At a young age, Eyes are swollen How can I forgive? I pray but my sins are too great To

Wild Life

Wild Life short poem

Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of

Who Is She

Who Is She short poem

She is a cold hearted Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts She is silly girl with so much class Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame She

Love Is Key

Love Is Key long poem

Mental Illness not just a topic of discussion. A subject that many distance themselves from. As if they will suffer severe repercussion. The true reality of this illness is cast down. Ignored and simply dismissed. Biological and spiritually. This illness

The Uninvited Guest

The Uninvited Guest short poem

Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.

Woman Clothed With The Sun

Woman Clothed With The Sun short poem

Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?

Comes And Goes

Comes And Goes short poem

Does it come? Does it leave? If it comes, why doesn’t it leave? Can you see, what it seems. But if you know what it really is. Why don’t you tell me and let me see that it really is

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

Hungerford West, Spring

Hungerford West, Spring sonnet poems

I travelled back a mile by the canal in sunshine, sky so fresh that early hour was nourishment and I gulped-down the air. Those path-side plants are nearly at their full, I watched a bristling, bulbous stem unroll, blue dragonflies,

The Smoky Cloud

The Smoky Cloud short poem

The black smoky cloud Floating in the air Was ready to spread its wings to the world. I looked up to see its black strong wings. Part by part , section by section It floated away and re-joined slowly. It

Bring on the Sunshine!

Bring on the Sunshine! short poem

Push the world a little harder And bring it closer to the sun. Celebrate each dazzling day Triumph all gorgeous clouds Paint a rainbow on your sky! Who cares about the clouds? When you have got a smile That brings

Time Will Show Worth Of All

Time Will Show Worth Of All short poem

Measure not the sincerity of friends, Time will show you worth of all, Those with you in cheers and delight, Probably won’t answer to your call, When you’re in trouble or lagging behind, Most of them’ll fly and flee. Lose

Reminiscing

Reminiscing short poem

I think of you When I pass by the roads we drove on. Times when we’d be out till the break of dawn. I remember you When it rains and how we’d get wet together. We both used to look

Love Sonnet 47

Love Sonnet 47 sonnet poems

My love did write me notes of loneliness, Her tears smudging the margins of the page, But left an ending of such sweet caress, As though bowing, to curtsy on a stage; If it is true that life is but

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be