Manipulation Poems

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

Winds

Winds short poem

Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.

One For The Road

One For The Road short poem

‘Do have some lemonade, ‘ (aqua tofana*) she’d said, the sweetest of smiles on her face. ‘It’s so hot out there’ – waved her fan in the air – adjusted mantilla of lace. He twirled his moustache (the Chief of

Poems containing references to : Manipulation

The Stealthy Wizard

The Stealthy Wizard prose poem

Who is he who so dastardly continues to displease heaven? Who is he who failed in his attempt to rule via usurpation? Who is this timid one who stands in the way of his own advancement, but yet unduly influences

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A Riddle

A Riddle long poem

Whom should I believe in this life? For me, life itself is a betrayal Whom should I help? I am also helpless Whom should I give love I also need love Whom should I blame for anything? Blaming can not

Brady O’shae And The Dragon

Brady O’shae And The Dragon long poem

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

Why Do I Still Love You?

Why Do I Still Love You? short poem

Why do I still Love You? Even after you walked out of my life, Even after you broke my faith, Even after of you turned your back on me, After you had deaf ears to all my sobs. Why do

Heavens

Heavens short poem

For the Heavens I strive, To make purpose from being alive, To ascend one bright day, To have visions enough to parlay. For becoming a better man, To give to those I sometimes can’t, To show how deeply I can

Couldn’t have been a star

Couldnt have been a star short poem

Couldn’t have been the star, that guides from horizon, ushering into the twilight what destiny holds for thee Couldn’t have been the angel whose thoughts inspire goodness calling you to a sinless abode ringing the bells of virtue Couldn’t have

Contraptions

Contraptions short poem

When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

Clock

Clock short poem

Her heart was like a clock that I wanted to stop and rewind the dial back. Remembering the beginning. Following the curve of ticks as everything around disappeared. The ticks and tonks that throb as pulse. The blossom of smiles

Speak To Me

Speak To Me short poem

Speak to me in the lone nights, when all but your eyes watch The crowded clouds up, and the grunting dogs under lights, Empty and flare-smooth shadows of us may join in perfect Calmness and stunning peace of night; A

Fear Of The Dark

Fear Of The Dark prose poem

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

Insanity

Insanity short poem

High cut walls of hell was born Little devils seemed serene n calm Hot-red fire washed upon all Air around felt humid and warm… Dread, hatred, but not love Could find a place to stay ashore Flesh perished and then

Murder

Murder short poem

You told me lot of stories….. on the field, in the moonlit night. stars above and the moon alone listened to your words, far away, someone is singing a song, song of desire and despair song of departure……. a story

Feathered Engineer

Feathered Engineer short poem

There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

Terror Or Other

Terror Or Other prose poem

Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the

Longing For You

Longing For You short poem

My heart longs for your consoling words. My ears longs to hear your footstep. My nose longs for your smell.. My skin longs for your touch. My head longs to lie in solace of your arms. My eyes are weary

Moving On

Moving On prose poem

Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch people and places of your past? I have. Have you ever started a quest that became one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have. I

Poor Sweet Kids

Poor Sweet Kids prose poem

We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.

My Conversation With God

My Conversation With God short poem

And finally I met him with a list of questions to ask, Sitting on the cliff why did he let me suffer in the dark, The forest was hazy and cold with tress covered under frost, I looked for the

Bliss Is Blinking

Bliss Is Blinking short poem

Don’t misunderstand my intention If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment! Longer I stay in this confounding riddle I am closer to my happy self, Gather all the Intel on a space craft I am going on

Margherita

Margherita short poem

Leaves will grow out your chopped skin; Petals that peel off from that cut in between your legs, whispering fragrances through those shattered lips – Those bones knocking at the edges of your transparent envelope. Bird eyes, tainted livid –

One Year Disease

One Year Disease short poem

2 weeks, I look in the mirror and all I see Fat, ugly, and worthless staring back at me I pinch my stomach hoping it will shrink It has only been two weeks; I will soon look better… I think

Pursue

Pursue prose poem

Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition of Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”, For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed – “He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

August Snow

August Snow sonnet poems

How many days will it go, That I’ll wait to hear from you, In how many days will I show, How much love, I do… Its past midnight and I’m still awake, Dawn will break out soon, How long will

Into The Woods

Into The Woods short poem

I have something say, but fear, not dare, blood runs cold and I feel a Chill. If only some could understand how we feel, For the consequences of a confession we had to reveal, And the situations that we have

Poetry And Poet

Poetry And Poet prose poem

Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief short poem

you have to make friends with the dogs in daytime and at night come to them with the scent of your own hair on your hands the scent of a burnt out match they would like to be fed, but

Inward Journey

Inward Journey short poem

And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put

Of Knots, Stains And Winter

Of Knots, Stains And Winter short poem

Have you ever unfolded a sweater? To rub your hand on it To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs And to touch the memories its yarn has I do, I do it often With my red sweater It has many

Through The Flames

Through The Flames long poem

the devil is a trickster can’t find him in Twisted Sister sorry that I missed her aim to fame was through the flames eating Cheetos got your juice frozen got thoughts of the ocean sifting through the latest trends some

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely long poem

They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,

The Fabric

The Fabric short poem

There is a fabric being woven, good and true A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above Sometimes we

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to

Nature Thou Art A Soothing Balm

Nature Thou Art A Soothing Balm short poem

Leaving the concrete jungle far behind, towards Nature travels my mind. In search of solace, as the wind softly kisses my face. Grass moist and green, such relief from the cruel and mean. Meandering trails through the woods, leading me

The Dream Lives In Me

The Dream Lives In Me prose poem

“The Dream Lives in Me” I have a dream which flows in me I know is not going to be easy I know I have to face some trials I know the path seems so rough but I have vowed

Passing By

Passing By short poem

Do you pass like this every day? Through the shallow woods, With your eyes downcast Lost in the intensity of your thoughts, Left to the integrity of their present. Do you realize that when you pass like this, Unperturbed by