Magnanimity Poems

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

Refugee

Refugee short poem

The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log

Poems containing references to : Magnanimity

Himalaya

Himalaya short poem

Majestic you are, Awe inspiring is your peaks, Touching the sky, Meandering through your rocky terrain is Many a Holy River, Causing the rise of ancient civilizations, Beauty manifested in magnanimity; Dotted with Shrines, Where Silence is worshiped, And Sanctity

Beauty Created!

Beauty Created! long poem

Awesomeness incorporated in thee: beauty created, Creations agape look at thee splendidly designed! Stars of the sky shower their grandeur in awe, Mountain ranges tilted a little by thy beauty dazed, Greenery with its children paint fecundity ‘cross the horizon,

The Pain

The Pain short poem

I am The pain Shed its form to conquer My existence, leaving in its cruelty Only my heart to survive. Gasping for breath, for life For you Hoping to welcome its final death throes; But she in her cruel magnanimity,

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A Living Soul

A Living Soul short poem

Anxiety was touching the mime I cannot hold a reality. We were playing with each other. The creation and hunger of living takes you to unknown fields I am, what I am not. Always bluffing, puffing on the road, counting

Never Again

Never Again long poem

One will not Get it again ; that wonderful childhood those romantic teenage Days as a prospective Bride Groom Dating with yet to be Bride days spent on those fairy Honeymoon Keeping the toddler on lap and enjoying every moment

Kava Kava

Kava Kava short poem

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. I gave you my voice, my

Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s

Monsoon Winds

Monsoon Winds short poem

Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the monsoon winds come, With promises of relief. Lightly, oh! lightly, the monsoon winds hum, The ordeal of belief. Hark me, oh! hark me, the monsoon winds roar, Sizzling to strike the earth. Darkly, oh! darkly, the

Fried Green Spinach

Fried Green Spinach prose poem

Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air,

Unromantic Circumstances

Unromantic Circumstances short poem

Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to

You, Yourself

You, Yourself long poem

There’s good and bad in everything I guess that’s just the way of this thing we call life but without pain and sorrow we wouldn’t learn anything, we need a little rain in our lives for our souls to grow

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault long poem

Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Lose The Shades

Lose The Shades ballad

Like clouds scurrying from the sun- they dawn love to come forth. In them lies a world meant to be free- from all inhibitions for a feat! They are the tambour- that drives away all that is goth. Their waves

Time Machine!

Time Machine! short poem

Looking back, At the times we left behind, I always wish, I would never have been so blind… The smile I carried, Which I brought upon your face, We didn’t know the importance, We walked a slow pace. A land

Voice

Voice short poem

With the sweetest of voices, she called out my name. Once again I crave to hear her say; I love you today and every day. She will never be forgotten, not even at the end of days. Once in a

Real history

Real history short poem

Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was

A Prayer, if Wishy-washy, to Myself

A Prayer, if Wishy washy, to Myself short poem

Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity

When I First Met Him

When I First Met Him short poem

I remember when I first met him dark colour which gave me grim I never knew he would be the one him being mocking at every one the way he corrected my mistake I thought he would not be the

Like Romeo And Juliet

Like Romeo And Juliet long poem

She was born in Spain, and he arrived from Egypt, for Centuries those two were inseparable, a perfect couple they dance in tune although, with time their apparel changed, but the duo still attune. They could not live one without

Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest elegy

Last few glimpse of a lying soul, Was seen behind ten heads Oh! Life, Is so uncertain Gains Maya when alive And attains Moksha ultimately Pride, prejudice, love and sacrifice What’s the point when it means nothing? Afterlife? Who can

See No Good

See No Good short poem

You live in a world where evil prevails. you’re trying to find a way out eventually, your body becomes frail peace becomes a doubt Life isn’t what it used to be only confined to toys now its as deep as

The Physics Of Myself

The Physics Of Myself long poem

inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual

The River

The River short poem

The flowing water from up-streams Carried my hopes towards the sea On currents, swift, bundled my dreams To float like branch that has broke free As trickles that started from brooks Like small things from which greats begin, They gathered

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson!

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson! long poem

Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once

I won’t sleep Tonight

I won’t sleep Tonight long poem

So we gonna stay this way What can I say, I fell in love with you And now my heart beats only for you I wanted this since so long But no body was close to me And if they

Conceal

Conceal short poem

In my mind, The deadly sin Is to not care About what’s within In this day and age, Everything is artificial People look so fake, And they act superficial It’s implanted into our brains, That we have to conceal That

Coats Valley

Coats Valley ode

Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to

I Need Tears Tonight

I Need Tears Tonight short poem

I need tears tonight, For my heart has stopped beating, It floats easy in pages am reading, Like every choir needs a leading, My pain grows numb never receding, I need tears tonight, To make me feel again, Without them

My Heart’s Desire

My Hearts Desire short poem

My heart’s desire to see You To be always by Your side My Precious Jesus, I need You This is my heart’s desire… I want to feel Your presence I want to hear Your voice Come down to me from

Bird Talk.

Bird Talk. prose poem

I hear the birds talking to me. Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee. This one is telling me his name. As I take my walks with my dog Rosie up by the orchard on the hill, I hear another bird

No Gods

No Gods prose poem

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

Life post retirement

Life post retirement short poem

You never touch the ground neither go round and round hung up for a very different use your job now to make them amuse after retirement a change of fate now into swinging than erstwhile rotate sure I’m for this

An Addict, Am I?

An Addict, Am I? short poem

What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets

The Third Tier

The Third Tier short poem

The quiet confines of a room of checked decibels, reverberated the voice that wished to be heard By earnest minds in casual cardigans, Caught in the challenge of solving cryptic numerics, Unabated even by gratuitous creeks of the wooden embodiment

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

Poveglia

Poveglia short poem

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Poveglia…screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria…well and