Interview Poems

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

The Interview

The Interview short poem

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

The Interview

The Interview prose poem

His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*

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Mother Of Mothers Mends

Mother Of Mothers Mends short poem

Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded

Live For Yourself

Live For Yourself short poem

From the busy schedule, reserve some time for self Wait for a while and, analyze yourself Go offline for sometime and forget all the worries Peep in the childhood and refresh all the memories Do makeover for yourself and get

Sacred Kiss

Sacred Kiss short poem

“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.

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A Kiss To Satan

A Kiss To Satan short poem

Drugs and alcohol are vices they’re bad And knowing an addicted user is sad He’ll be with you in case he needs These items of Satan his stupid weeds We never knew how it started but we know how it’ll

Desolate Redemption

Desolate Redemption long poem

Listening to nothing in my ribcage I see the void growing deep within Playing catch with blame and misery I bleed sense unto past memories. I am machine a part of me is a soldier enlisted to serve broken dreams.

Above And Beyond

Above And Beyond short poem

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque. Blackened sky, moonless and star free; a massive light show! Like a human anatomy of nerves, spread in every direction; I wonder the bounty of harnessing such explosive power. A storm is

Suffer In Silence

Suffer In Silence long poem

Many today are lost in a maze Getting caught in a purple haze Wake up late to one of those days Inside we hide behind four walls that bind Yet we are still being crafted in an elegant design Cold

Why

Why short poem

I see a future of war And evil dissent Of poverty and famine And dark discontent A world descended Into desolate gloom All joy and laughter Chased out of the room I see helpless children Lining wasted streets Tattered, just

Calculator

Calculator short poem

Gone are the days When we used to be Selfless— When we used to Help others Without expecting Anything in return! Today, We no longer Help others Out of sheer Love And concern! We dish out favours to them And,

Another Morning

Another Morning long poem

There was a bright light again.. It’s a morning after a night rain! The petrichor was around that place.. No doubt,drops’re drying with all grace! Serene it was to feel the wet on leaf.. The dust pulled out with a

The Touch

The Touch short poem

whispers… in the corridor alone pillars of though brace my gait the thought of illumination permeates my very being how you had fought so hard and fierce the touch awakes my senses in columns of darkened ambers there is silence

Grammar

Grammar short poem

Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still

People Like Us

People Like Us long poem

People like us , we suffer a lot , And yet we never get to sort , The feelings inside of us , With memories making a clot , With the fear that comes from the plot , The plot

A Massive Withdrawl

A Massive Withdrawl short poem

The moon was coming up in cross-dressing style from he to she. Smoking in pensive mood; itching to be ready for last farewell. The evil makes you feel good, to prove the unrestricted love between the two. A slight criticism

My Christmas Love Letter

My Christmas Love Letter long poem

Dear Sweetness, The very day I saw your fair, pretty face I noticed a spark between us. Though, it took a little bit longer for us to completely know each other… It’s a silly thing to ignore you. It’s the

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

The Never Ending Race.

The Never Ending Race. long poem

We are always a part of the race. The race to be everywhere. The race to be in the first place, The race to be here and there. Running behind time, Because it is always ahead of us. Running behind

Haiku Collection

Haiku Collection short poem

1) Market Forces Cherry Blossom falls. Invest in silver and gold; Avoid shoe polish. 2) Modern Times Manners maketh man, Woman wants equality. Hold your own damn door! 3) Divorcing Autumn Desperate limbs wave, Inviting cold wind kisses. Rebuffed leaves

Your Choice

Your Choice short poem

It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,

Deceived Woman

Deceived Woman short poem

you always said “we’re meant to be” forgot to say “love is not free” I was the shadow of your sins you broke my heart without tears in every man I found you it sounds awful, but it was true

Love

Love short poem

I think I am falling in love with him. I love you. I was in love with you. Is this love going to last for long? Old couples in love. You are miles away but I still love you. Do

God Is My Home!

God Is My Home! short poem

When I’m with my tears When I can’t escape my fears I come to you lord And you fill me with hope When the world seem to scare me When something dark surrounds me I rely on you immediately And

Devoid Of Feverfew

Devoid Of Feverfew short poem

Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,

When I Became A Statue

When I Became A Statue prose poem

Beneath a pile of dust, on a slumbering shelf, in a room which knows not the wind, I’d stumbled with a white-haired aphorism telling that your heart is your enemy; If it inclines left, go right; if it betakes right,

I Spent My Soul

I Spent My Soul prose poem

I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping

Vibrant Life

Vibrant Life short poem

Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene

It Is Not Yet Over

It Is Not Yet Over short poem

It is not yet over. Not as long as I don’t want it to be. If I am not patient,I’ll learn to be. If I am not good enough,I’ll learn to be. I’ll face dark,difficult times but I will keep

Mothering A Dream

Mothering A Dream long poem

I walk in her room and pick up her toys. I call her name to help, only to hear back white noise. We’re running late now and she’s nowhere to be found, I feel myself start to panic and I

Confused Mind

Confused Mind short poem

Words fall less motivated unless life with stress striving for bliss Dreams Suppressed Thoughts never expressed Mind long back refreshed Though feel blessed with loved ones touched With all luxuries accumulated Still feel empty handed Finding the world hollow minded

Mischievous Grief

Mischievous Grief short poem

The uttered words that drew so deep, The lines of grief that can not be retrieved, Claims and chants of prepetrating misdeeds, Disputed faith on the dynasties, Dynasties that survived the storms, Teaching thy man to be on their feet,

My Vigil Light

My Vigil Light prose poem

I set on a journey, I thought I was alone I set off with a heart of stone Wearing armour, you couldn’t see It weighed me down, you wouldn’t know. My weapons, my emotional bow, fit well, made of strength,

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love long poem

I used to wait by the curb Listening from that familiar thrum At a distance a soft purr at best The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo Each time you came to a halt near me The engine still

An Abundance Of Ugliness

An Abundance Of Ugliness short poem

I am not good enough for the boy in the blue car, waiting for something miraculous to happen that isn’t me, I am not good enough for the 45 year old man whom with a share my facial features, who

Absence

Absence short poem

Moments when I need a fulcrum, Like now, when the need for your presence Hangs overwhelming harder than your memory. Now means not just this night Whose sky like is covered with a black orchid petal, Mourning sheet over the

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

A Special Day

A Special Day short poem

Today is a special day, it is not my birthday, nor any so-called day! Today is a special day, where loves blossoms steadily, where Cupid lead me to a beautiful lady! Today is a special day, when love flies not

Poetry That Speaks For Itself

Poetry That Speaks For Itself short poem

I listen to the words of the song that the blind blues player sings Sweat running down his face, neck muscles in a tight strain Sounding as if he’s lived every word he is singing I feel the sting in

Magical Rain

Magical Rain short poem

Rain in cooling swathes of water Drenches the grass a shining wet Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret Sweet respite from endless hot days Without a shadow of a breeze

Stone

Stone sonnet poems

(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of