Madhouse Poems

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

The Madhouse

The Madhouse short poem

There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling Everything about this place is extremely unappealing In this madhouse every one is depressed This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest We have no exterminator to keep

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Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

What Best You Can Do

What Best You Can Do prose poem

Up against her What best you can do Forget the last letter of her name To wonder how she would be an incomplete sigh; Double back thereafter, gently Rid yourself of the first letter … This will remind you Too

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Bonds Uncaged

Bonds Uncaged sonnet poems

At the time of leaving, the girl didn’t cry. Her dad knew; the princess was now a queen to someone. The princess, famous for stealing hearts of all, now had herself stolen by a crowned head. The girl who understood

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There

The thing about pain

The thing about pain short poem

An unwelcome feeling Something I’d rather refrain from It’s not what happened after But what happened during the storm Making you weak It will seep right through Taking a sharp knife Stabbing it into you. You will wanna run As

For Ages

For Ages short poem

It was the 5th of June, Oh baby! Your eyes shone brighter than the moon, You held my hand and I looked into those magical eyes, Which then made me realise that A girl like you is impossible to find.

Indoors

Indoors short poem

Today, small things ask some uncomfortable questions. I enter the eye of a wound. Unscathed, will i obey the law of believing; the round mirror? It reflects the absolute truth? Consolations, they begin the attack in the valley of thoughts;

Spring’s child

Spring’s child short poem

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

An Ode To Headphones

An Ode To Headphones ode

Closed back, open back, on ear, over ear I love all varieties of you, Oh dear Sony, phillips, sennheiser or skull candy Congrats dear, you are gettin trendy Ranging from few hundreds to lakhs.. & from light as white to

I Vow Here And Now

I Vow Here And Now short poem

Well And Everybody longs for someone to love The unconditionally well I think I’ve Finally met my match written in the stars Of destiny and so I Vow here and Now to love you more today than yesterday more tomorrow

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound ! As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of

Irony

Irony short poem

A severed hand on my shoulder wrenches it off. You sit on a toadstool to measure the depth of grass. A raven scans the earth: nothing was left to eat. The hungry urchins had already punctured the garbage can. A

Ode To Dagga

Ode To Dagga ode

Come back to me. I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch. You make me blush, I miss you in my lungs. Come back to me. You fill the void that you re-create, Every time I let you escape, From a

Just One Heaven

Just One Heaven ballad

No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling

Food Was Left On The Plate

Food Was Left On The Plate short poem

For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

Where Ghosts Still Lurk

Where Ghosts Still Lurk short poem

Nothing just Leaves Without the residues. Limbs cut off, leave Phantom ones; Itchy, scratchy ghosts of Those cleaved off an unsuspecting trunk. In sleepless nights, We feel for the ring, In a finger crossed out in red From a hand

My Lovely Dream

My Lovely Dream short poem

Yesterday I saw a dream, That I was in the factory of chocolate and cream, I saw a number of donut shapes, And the wonderful music that I can’t tape, There were so many colourful lollipops, But the fountain of

Taper

Taper short poem

Did you not hear the fireworks last night when you kissed me? could you not taste the explosion? oh where was your spark? was it me? Did my teeth not dig deep enough into your collar bones? Did my hands

Love

Love short poem

Black is strong Black is pure Black believes Black portraits her beauty love by all Black she is she was the one that said wasn’t it love, you said changes a man’s state send him yearning weeping yet laughin’ wasn’t

Being a Poet

Being a Poet short poem

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

When You Punish Your Son For Dreaming His Dream

When You Punish Your Son For Dreaming His Dream short poem

In the spare room again after homework flat on my back headphones on my ears drumming the air in a flashlit arena nonspecific screaming from adoring fans then the splash of cold water the lights come on your unshaven face

Just Mist

Just Mist short poem

I feel like the mist – drifting through the air, With no purpose but to fog your vision while you stare, Then dissipate when the sun breaks through, Nowhere to go or be – something you once knew, So insignificant

A Boy’s Life

A Boys Life short poem

A cry of force uttered in pain An illusion of life he’ll try to gain Cautious steps carefully slain His world’s clean that’ll slowly stain. Lies surround the lonely cradle Perfection crafted with crumbling sand The voice of God takes

Mountain Wellhead

Mountain Wellhead prose poem

This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at

Innocence

Innocence short poem

I am no more innocent but I still recall the child I was.. when I stared into the eyes of demon and let him crumble me me a passive entity just trying to break free I don’t remember when I

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Separation Or Death

Separation Or Death short poem

These lines are written by dipping My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot This hot, red ink-you may know -is the Blood of my HEART ! You can decide the caption of this poem By reading it fully-if

World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

May I Know Me!

May I Know Me! short poem

I have faith in GOD, Though, I ask often “why and what: I cry on errors if I make, Though, I admit it only for sake: I have thoughts for world to change, Though, I’m limited with a range: I

Fred The Frog

Fred The Frog short poem

I once met a frog Whose name was Fred He hopped around And bounced on his bed. He hopped to the pond And went for a swim He called for his friends And they all joined in At night he

Until We Meet Again

Until We Meet Again short poem

Well Until we meet again you’ll be in my thoughts and prayers where ever your heart takes you take care my love, take care…I know you’ve got to follow your dreams and I hope they all come true sooner or

Cataracts

Cataracts short poem

The sky is in motion constellations shattering in ripples caused by a toe unseen mechanisms have failed like the touch of my love where the ridges and whorls of our fingertips no longer know how to lock the shattered old

Jesus, Hope For The World

Jesus, Hope For The World short poem

Jesus, hope for the world Hope for the ones who are Tired and fearful and looking For rest Jesus, glorious and ruling With love and with peace for A world that seeking the God who will redeem and Bring comfort

Never Cease To Smile

Never Cease To Smile short poem

Never cease to smile, for you know not there be someone who would secretly admire; A smile so pleasant, brings one upon oneself, raging across miles faster than the fire; Quells the sorrows & spreads the joy, drifting the mind

The Suffering Of The Unknown

The Suffering Of The Unknown short poem

Bleed,let the world bleed, In the mind of a dehumanizer, Terminating the evil of evils, Thoughts gone wrong. The carrier of bread and morsel, The Devil looks down on him, Kalashnikovs,Panzerfausts and what not, Leaving behind the corpses of the

Buried Silence

Buried Silence short poem

Blaze on the horizon was spreading. No peak was left green, time was running out. Courier had left without a message carrying cyanide capsules, to kill or get killed. My grey sky stuck with silent clouds will wait for the