Maps Poems

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

Journeys Without Maps

Journeys Without Maps short poem

JOURNEYS WITHOUT MAPS/ AFTER FIGUERAS, CATALUNYA when seawind blows it spins the moons, fills lunar curves in golden masks that revolve above the ornate faces of the harbour clock when the seawind blows and moons revolve wind-fed wheels feed and

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The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

Poems containing references to : Maps

As Fleet As A Life

As Fleet As A Life short poem

To end up alone in a world full of pain Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black A face; a

Lost Meanings

Lost Meanings short poem

In mangled bodies and severed limbs, the blood gives up its claim. A twisted window blocks the landscape of silvered faces. Nobody talks with the moon. Night burns, the fat floats on the dead mouthings. Death has the foulest taste.

The Journey

The Journey long poem

With luggage full of dreams, The journey seems to start. A vivid map to a destination, Engraved in the traveller’s heart. It takes a part of the journey To realize that the map is fake; Deceived by his own thoughts

85 Improvisations On One Smile

85 Improvisations On One Smile prose poem

(1) A smile is a butterfly just taking a break on a soldier’s helmet. (2) A smile is an ember emerging out from snow. (3) A smile is a children’s clothesline hung between two ears. (4) A smile is an

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

Life’s Little Mirror You

Lifes Little Mirror You prose poem

Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in

Karma And Him

Karma And Him prose poem

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

Howard Carter’s Expedition (1922)

Howard Carters Expedition (1922) short poem

I am here on an archaeological quest, to satisfy many a curious mind’s request for knowledge on antiques and artifacts of Egypt’s long extinct historical facts, in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly sought for in stories shrouded in

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

A lost soul on stolen time wonders like a landscape drifter For I am that which stands before you, a bottom feeder and shapeshifter Wizards watch wrath without wondering why Wither away like roses in winter whispering a thundering cry

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I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

I have three friends Born some time back Now making my whole World They are named I, Me, Myself Friends were many before Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu I need them no more As now I have I, Me, Myself Why

Darkness

Darkness long poem

(1) If I were a lover, I would say: Darkness is the drops of kohl On my arid world, Raining from your black eyes. But I forgot my passion in a remote year; Blindness comes out of the pores of

Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the

A Sip of Life

A Sip of Life short poem

Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,

Space And Time.

Space And Time. prose poem

Einstein called it spacetime, opposite sides of the same coin. The Universe is expanding. In fact, science says the expansion is speeding up. But what is it expanding into? Time gives us a clue. What is time expanding into? Yesterday

Epiphany

Epiphany short poem

why do we “fall in love” ? why can’t we land in love ? maybe because falling in love means you’ve stepped into a gaping abyss , and no matter how much you try to stop the the fall ,

I Choose

I Choose short poem

I Choose, To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird. I Choose, To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen To laugh, for the fear

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Innocent Eyes

Innocent Eyes short poem

Those two twinkling eyes, Hopes and fears filled her eyes, She was scared, scared of the future She had an unknown fear deeply seated Her heart sank as she realized the truth She was not happy, She wanted to go

The Light In The Dark

The Light In The Dark short poem

We meet a lot of people along the way, But only a few connect and stay the same way. Many impact us in ways we never thought of, Some happy, some say, But i met them all, I am glad.

Treacherous Memories

Treacherous Memories short poem

How treacherous Often memories could be. The ones I needed most, betray And those not, stay. Yes I am talking of poignant And ugly memories. Between the ticks of time, They take turns to torment me. Even in dreams, they

The Slaves

The Slaves long poem

We have to keep all these bodies, And save them from scavengers; They have been roaming around. But the war scares them greatly. So, they prefer the tired nights. However, I saw last day that A dog ran away with

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

Then and Now

Then and Now short poem

I left myself behind, I left my all behind A new beginning I thought lay ahead Yet as time went by Caught was I once again In a tug of war of emotions One side lay the things they felt

Running Amok

Running Amok short poem

Surely this is not just that– Brat of imagination Running amok?! I thought I saw a man Cajoling, indulging, Planting plans in my head! Then he disappeared In grey ashes and smoke Left-over embers of silence! Only me talking to

Season Of Ochre Robe

Season Of Ochre Robe short poem

Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and

Throw Another Log On The Fire

Throw Another Log On The Fire short poem

The chill is in air The ground covered in snow And no where to go Cuddled up with my friend All warm and cozy at the cottage Send The flames licking the side walls of the fireplace Sending a warm

Liberation

Liberation short poem

When I flew into a storm my words collided with thunder and stars fell on ashes of dead. I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze on past.Future was stretching its arms. A calling.Erratic explosions? The ruins were becoming worthy of

Just Married

Just Married short poem

Those days were at the pate of youth Friends murmured when we sat together. They were unaware of Our oath to be one forever. Our skins never met But only our eyes and hearts. For we have learned that Love

In Life’s Battlefield

In Lifes Battlefield short poem

The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in

Life Is Struggle

Life Is Struggle short poem

Life is but constant struggle Which one takes to eternal peaks It is the sound of soldiers’ bugle Which brings light to cheeks Hurdles may come to test Ego of a person to any limit Only those can prove best

Suffering In Sunlight

Suffering In Sunlight short poem

I love the rain, The way it falls. It’s just so pleasant to listen to. The sound it makes, As if it calls. Begging me to come to you. But it’s not the rain Which makes me sad. The sunny

The Book With The Saddest Endpapers

The Book With The Saddest Endpapers short poem

arrived in the mail like a grave stone like the last bottle destined to kill the drunk I don’t want you to read it and love it like I do I never want to see your face in Eureka Springs

Plight of Life

Plight of Life short poem

When I look into life When I look back Memories haunt me When I look ahead Dreams seem untrue Sideways seem so narrow Stuck is my breath Stuck is my life My integrity Oh life in your clutches!

My Divine Faith…

My Divine Faith... short poem

When I am scared and lost, Help me find my way back home. When my heart is in search of some hope, Be my shelter in the storm. When I am too tired to walk across the bend, And not

By The Time I Find My Words

By The Time I Find My Words short poem

By the time I find my words It is time for you to say good night, It is time for you to put the children to sleep, It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights. By the

Craters From The Deep

Craters From The Deep short poem

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

Listen To The Quiet

Listen To The Quiet short poem

Here I am, it is 2 am, Sitting at my counter. What did I do today? What will I do tomorrow? The cats and dogs, Dreaming animal dreams. I wonder what They dream about. My mind is free to wander,