Kolkata Poems

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

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

Poems you will love


Poems containing references to : Kolkata

Dead Poets’ Society

Dead Poets Society short poem

1959; was it? Oh! I thought it was 2000 … Welton Academy; was it? Or was it St. Xavier’s College? Todd Anderson or me? As I pen this furiously … My thoughts turning liquid I feel so lost … A

Poems you may like :

Prince Of Peace

Prince Of Peace prose poem

He came to serve and not to be served But billions of people stand to serve Him He was not an orator But He spoke concepts that were never spoken He has come with no credentials But become incredible credential

Death

Death short poem

Knows no mother or son No king or servant No master or slave No adult or baby No sinner or saint when it comes, it doesn’t go empty handed Death is an uninvited guest that visits all homes It creates

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

Forgiven Love

Forgiven Love short poem

The blank page grinned at my emptiness.. Tears fell creating bluish islands… As my hand moved, the page bled hiding white spots; the remains of our love… Each droplet fading away to gloom; devoid of emotions.. I tried moving my

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Somehow I make The same mistake So quick to bend But not to break I know the price And what’s at stake You’re fast asleep I’m wide awake I can’t say why Or how I knew The game we played

Grains Of Sand

Grains Of Sand prose poem

History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

Learn From A Tree!

Learn From A Tree! short poem

When you pluck a flower, the tree remains silent When you remove a leaf, it reposes to relent When you climb over, it shields When you sever a branch, it yields When you harvest the fruits, it doesn’t demur When

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Withdrawal Symptoms

Withdrawal Symptoms short poem

My body racked with tremors, In a corner I sit huddled. The shaking will not rest Till the demon in me is fed, I long for the taste, One taste would make it all go away. My body yells its

Dark Panacea

Dark Panacea short poem

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like

Street View

Street View short poem

Standing at the side of the street, I witness the changes through subsequent visits. A glass tower, built some days back, stands tall, Gobbling away space, around the nearby corner shop, that avoids fall. The corner shop was built few

From a woman’s heart

From a womans heart short poem

You don’t know how she misses you Thinks of you and feels you You are a man, you would not understand A woman’s heart, her pain and agony You know to woo, to wean away her heart Away from her,

I Don’t Want To Grow Up

I Dont Want To Grow Up short poem

I don’t want to grow up When I see friends drifting apart, when I see my mom and dad getting old, Everything is changing, going out of hand. I don’t want to grow up. Miss the carefree life I had,

A Walk In The Woods

A Walk In The Woods short poem

A walk in the woods. Thunder in the distance. Lighting dancing, edging dark clouds. Soft rain thru the pines. Boughs dripping in the pond. Birds sounding bird talk. Many languages to be heard. Frogs in the pond announcing their attendance.

The Coming Storm

The Coming Storm prose poem

Change is happening rapidly. It will only seed up! Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement. How we handle it will be interesting to watch. Some will get involved, attach it to themselves. Others will pull away not wanting to

Stamen, Stem, Or Side

Stamen, Stem, Or Side long poem

You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles

A Break and me…

A Break and me... short poem

A dream and me gazing at will merrily A hammock and me, lying and reading leisurely A Holsunlit day and me, basking in its glory A riverside and me fishing secrets deeply A sand dune and me reflecting shadows quietly

Being Touched

Being Touched short poem

She touches me I mean when we’re sitting next to each other she touches my shoulder the back of my neck when we’re home she comes over or reaches over and touches me here’s how it feels I feel her

The Dead Nun

The Dead Nun short poem

Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young

Geständnis

Geständnis short poem

I love how your eyes light up at the sound of some game It’s like you have been craving for your own fame I love the simplicity of your hair Because for me it may seem like a warfare I

Raging Spring

Raging Spring short poem

Siblings will take care of the morgue. I am going to hang my god today. Howling winds are crashing into my breath. In the sea of flags, the white death walks on naked bodies of faith. Innocence will take a

Bitter-sweet Torment

Bitter sweet Torment short poem

Pain, why must you stay? I thought you would leave, In a mere day. Pain, I despise you, You consume my emotions, As stubborn as glue. Pain, we have known each other, For quite sometime, If I was a dim-lit

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds

Symphony Of A Thousand Worlds long poem

A sleight of the hand, a melodramatic move; Fate plays its final hand, A royal flush established, a victorious counter-move. Or was it simply you, in tandem with candor? Your misdemeanor forgotten, Simply an existential demeanor? How do you plead,

A Real Heavy Poem

A Real Heavy Poem short poem

This poem hates you. This poem thinks you’re dirt. What does it look like down there? What does the ground taste like? This poem is tough. This poem is hard. This poem is hate. How does that make you feel?

Passport

Passport short poem

I realised late in my life that I was Imported to this world from an unknown world I thought the world I was born belongs to me and none dare question my citizen ship I travelled freely without any permission

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

My Sister’s Son

My Sisters Son short poem

He gets so frustrated, he swears you know “The damn battery’s dead”, he pouts “Thomas just wait and daddy will take you” “I have to go now”, he shouts He hates the questions the kids fire at him “Why can’t

The Dream

The Dream short poem

As I sat by the shore And time ticked by I traveled to those days When we first met A slight smile appeared on my face As I lay my head on your shoulder The moonlit sky above The cool

My True Friend

My True Friend short poem

Hello darkness my true friend, In you I find solace, With the setting sun you come each day, Sometimes early, sometimes late yet unfailingly there. I bury my head in the crook of your shoulder, I lay there waiting, And

Abandon

Abandon short poem

rapture by the daily musical affairs of life in strides of flashes and bittersweet escapades with females that left in trials of bruises and bashes of the ego and the mind. I’m trying to capture the brilliance that is the

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

A L I V E

A L I V E long poem

How has this affected me? How has this not affected me Am I even the same person anymore? I have been split. Split into two Before the rape After the rape Before I was me. I was alive. I was

Fire Of Love

Fire Of Love short poem

Oh my love my mermaid Your beauty is in love raid Spring with flowers has just paid Time came to see and stayed World has not seen beauty like you Dew drops kiss and pursue Reward to charm is yet

Struggle

Struggle short poem

They say… Time heals You will be ok You acknowledge politely Do they know… How hard it is for you to place your feet on the floor in the morning That you choke back tears throughout the day Can they

Do You See?

Do You See? short poem

Unending seas in the skies I do see Do you see? Those birds are the boats and they soar so free Do you see? Lovingly, my heart becomes a bird and comes to thee Actually, in the dark, it’s finding

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

The Denying Enthusiast

The Denying Enthusiast short poem

For years I have been plagued with insecurity Only to have believed to find myself And with a gust of inspiration I took a chance to share happiness But like a winter’s harvest There was nothing left to salvage at