Insignificance Poems

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

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Poems containing references to : Insignificance

Unattainable

Unattainable prose poem

Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but

Temporary Soul

Temporary Soul short poem

Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted

Sea Monkeys

Sea Monkeys short poem

Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.

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Black & White

Black & White short poem

‘Charge!’ cried the infantry, pushing forward block by block, Paving way for others to follow and stalk – Resulting in heavy casualties on both sides, All for a king too reluctant to fight; Queen, Bishop, Knight and Rook, Fight to

Scent Of A Stranger

Scent Of A Stranger short poem

A waft of breeze touched my face. A puff of scent filled my senses. You brushed my hand, Gently, as you walked passed. I turned. Tranced. Bewitched. My eyes followed. I saw you over those busy shoulders. Your blue shirt.

Music

Music prose poem

Music is a friend. Crazy and wild at times. I know I am alive when my feet tap and almost sing out loud. can you imagine feet singing? They surely would do a better job than my tongue, which would

Wired

Wired prose poem

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

Theater

Theater prose poem

Fuss and confusion; At the nearby café, a woman is hanged on her high velvet hat, concealing a left crossed-eye behind a piece of texture pretending transparency. A director with two extra-ordinary long sideburns points at an old man, who

Run Away

Run Away short poem

Run away, run away Don’t let the rain scare you Don’t let the wind hold you back Run away into the world The clouds will fade away And the sun will shine your way The wind will blow in a

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when

Words

Words short poem

You are all around me, From wake to sleep Holding each inch of my life Deciding, how my day be And letting me play with you A hardest thing, I’ve ever known You rule my friends and enemies, If I

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

New Apartheid

New Apartheid short poem

A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was

Someday

Someday short poem

someday I won’t be there, to catch you when you fall someday I won’t be there to answer your phone call I won’t be close enough to hold you,when you need me to to make you feel happy, when you

Seven Roads

Seven Roads prose poem

Ashburn paths where purple fighters slay The hemispheres match like hands folded All analogies bring you to me We run like wild nightmares We kiss like dark art on a lost street Now we must look at one another We

Dragging

Dragging short poem

The Asperger syndrome: you will not speak, you will not tell me about fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater becomes a death chamber. A toddler falls in a borewell, you can still measure hypothermia, the tilting of meteor saves the

We Are The Ancients.

We Are The Ancients. prose poem

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies where created in

Sonnet Ten

Sonnet Ten sonnet poems

What is the gain to have a humble maid As a dweller of this heart adventurous? That every moment fondly craves to raid Untrodden meadows of her mind and trespass. The meagre passion, say I thee, then bores The lovers’

I Am In Love

I Am In Love short poem

I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings, Flying at human height, Touching eyes like a light, Getting inside very deep, With a pleasant soul peep, Then my eyes smile, Making

Loving Life

Loving Life short poem

If we are willing to learn, life is willing to teach If we are willing to listen, the sounds of life will reach If you are willing to receive, life has much to give Take what life gives, make the

The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the

Why I Won’t Stop Loving You!!

Why I Wont Stop Loving You!! short poem

That smile of yours, those dreamy eyes I love them all, They tease me and hypnotize..!! The way you touch and your sweat on me.. Trust me baby it makes me melt and sets me free!! Your smell is like

The Measure Of A Human

The Measure Of A Human prose poem

The human brain weighs three pounds. The human heart weighs eleven ounces. Human skin is seven hundreds of an inch thick. To know a human’s mind and heart takes time. It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

Love Is Blind

Love Is Blind short poem

I didn’t want you to hurt me and you did I seen the bullet coming but I thought I could catch it I slowed it down with my mind to spare me time every moment with you I cherished that

Windows Painted Closed

Windows Painted Closed short poem

Her words spit out as I feign interest with a nod. Then silence, A forceful pause, Her stern gaze pries. Though I’ve learned to hate her way, My words come out wrong. “I will not go!” “I will not be

Hands Of Enemy

Hands Of Enemy short poem

With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

The Two Flowers’ Tale

The Two Flowers Tale ballad

A flower up there on the leafy tree Mocks a flower in the mud As she used to be Saying ‘I always have sunlight While your face is always in my shade Exposed to the blight While by the finest

The Survivor

The Survivor short poem

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets

Under The Skin

Under The Skin short poem

New look is a must For the modern blunt Pump up your lips Suck fat from hips Lifting your skin You cannot begin Your body features Give me no answers Under the skin You lose or win We have to

The Troubled Faith

The Troubled Faith short poem

That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps

It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept. But I think with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred short poem

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

The Elusive Butterfly

The Elusive Butterfly short poem

A house mouse squeaks under the heavy wardrobe crumbs are falling from grandpa’s black pipe the ice cream got dry in the compote bowl my clock lags behind with a couple of polar nights not I I didn’t care for

Arrival Of Shrieks

Arrival Of Shrieks short poem

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

Something To Ponder

Something To Ponder short poem

some are born out of pleasure some are born out of prayer some desire importance some lose importance some zoom to touch the sky some destined to bite the dust some grow up to earn name and fame some grow

Take Me Away

Take Me Away short poem

White snow can’t bother me While I step my feet one by one Run away from that arrogant castle Behind the big big hills I don’t need this pretty white dress I just want to feel the sunlight I don’t