Marginalized Poems

Marginalized poems bring the best collection of short and long marginalized poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great marginalized rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these marginalized poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on marginalized are here for you.

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter prose poem

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

Poems containing references to : Marginalized

Beyond Their Virtue

Beyond Their Virtue short poem

It was the day , when I saw the marginalized attired brains and the barbarity of the Indian society . I was sitting on a seat , when he climbed up the bus , a young man , around his

True Freedom True Democracy

True Freedom True Democracy prose poem

After many years of slavery we still end up being enslaved today After many years of exploitation We are still being exploited till today Oh! brother is revolution time is time to live in a real world stand up and

Politician Buses

Politician Buses short poem

They can’t resist the Calligraphy, Like the Disney movies, all eyes & ears glued there, Yeah, they fathom the science behind it, But No! Listen to the hits they make, like boom! Can’t help but break dance, The comfort my!

Invisible Heartaches

Invisible Heartaches long poem

It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a

The Gang Rape

The Gang Rape prose poem

Fallen from what was established, What was marginalized- Those Vedic norms have fallen apart And a gang rape is now an order, an order! A viral order, long ago planted in culture, By morons of male-feminine prowess, That has been

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The Date

The Date short poem

“Before the Sun rose today I woke up feeling heavy in an unusual way Aware of the date and its significance No time to ponder, had to prep for work, don’t wanna be late As I clocked in at the

Personal Battle

Personal Battle short poem

You were sent to fight a war That has yet to be won You are forced to leave your newborn son You go to a place and face death everyday There is nothing to say You fight each day and

My Love

My Love short poem

My love is like a sparkling star That’s newly born in every moment O my love is like a melody That’s sweetly played in flute So sweet and pure love is yours That’s why so deep in love I’m I

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Don’t Know

Dont Know short poem

You see me smiling You see me laughing To you I am carefree To you I have no worries. Sociophobia; you don’t know I fear the judgement of others I fear not fitting in I fear not being good enough.

New Ground

New Ground short poem

Time is a fish bone in your throat you think it’s clear until you swallow your foot was coming along nicely then you stepped wrong not like when you were twenty you’d ignore it and shake off the pain time

Creations Music

Creations Music prose poem

Multiverse. Music of infinity. Resonates, each resonates its own music, sound. Each verse vibrates its own unique tone, music. Music that wells up from within. Each vibrates uniqueness. Uniqueness due to all thats occurred within. Everything leaves a resonance in

Joy Forever

Joy Forever short poem

The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in

Hand Gloves

Hand Gloves short poem

today i am not one whole, placid; blood streaked globe of full moon was hovering over me all night to freeze a ruined landscape, i was not ready for the departure, untying the knots of water, like the storm opening

Confessional Hurt

Confessional Hurt short poem

Holding the ladder I was hungry looking at the waiting dawn. Raw landscape: narcissism forages the belly. Picking up the figs from passion flowers. Is that right? Can you sow the seeds on a cloud? Unclothed words? Stealthily a guerilla

Anticipation And Inspiration

Anticipation And Inspiration short poem

Today I picked up my paper and pen, I sighed and put it back down again, I stared at the space in front of me, Blank right where my words should be. I tried but it was soon over and

Unforgetting

Unforgetting short poem

Like swapping your face for a tormentor. Stop the rains. I am going home, after a hard choice of peace in sunlight. Give me back my memory. I want to take a flight. Scanning the midnight sun on blue lake.

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

Green Night

Green Night short poem

Deep down thighs, unhoisted, what was there, harvesting the sperms? At dusk an inflorescence breaks into myriads of fireworks, wrecked apologia, interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod to start the flow of bare grief. I deserve no nobility, my moonscape

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Doom

Doom short poem

Look at the flying creatures, They feed freely, No cash needed nor sweat for gain, Yet you of little faith, Worry belittles your faith in your Creator, It keeps you far from him, like the earth & heaven is, If

To Gift

To Gift short poem

When I see you, I feel nobody around me, I get mesmerized in you, Because you’re so beautiful, You are the princess of my life, I’m the one who loves you the most, I promise that I will be always

Sky Cycle

Sky Cycle short poem

The skies are grey, why don’t I say hey The skies are purple and we’re kissing in front of people The skies are pink and I say I love you in a blink The skies are red, I invite you

Dry Leaf

Dry Leaf short poem

As the dry leaf came down from the binding roots the breeze lifted it and took it in its lair .. and laid it amidst the densest green … there to rest … when… there came a momentary storm that

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis long poem

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

Forbidden Gift of love

Forbidden Gift of love short poem

You are everywhere On my mind, like insanity In my heart, deeply felt In my eyes, envisioned In my breath, blowing in and blowing out But I am afraid I can’t bring you on my lips Can’t spill your name

Love Song

Love Song prose poem

If I could write you a love song, I’d do it. Sitting in this cool, silent cabin, Watching through a window framed by Pines, the afternoon as it ages and dies, I’d spin a melody in notes tender and True

Leap Of Faith

Leap Of Faith long poem

Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn’t matter And who’s sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt They all

Dad

Dad ballad

Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard

The Tongue

The Tongue short poem

More powerful than a sword it feels, One way flow, the only flow Can be controlled, can’t be too. Tactfully used, it can take you far Rashly used, it will take you down. Though easy maintenance, use it sparse. Far

Me And Universe

Me And Universe prose poem

I may not be rich, I may not be a beauty, I may not be strong, But I am human. I may not be a Hero, I may not be a Poet, I may not be a Power, But I

Blood On The Floor

Blood On The Floor short poem

Well my mother might be almost sixty But she’s still one damn good-looking Woman, inside and out she’s has such A kind heart and her feelings run deeper Than any ocean can and such a beautiful Beautiful woman who could

The Time Is 10.23 Pm

The Time Is 10.23 Pm long poem

The time is 10.23 pm The time is 10.23 pm; I thought I would tell you the time. I realise you will want to have this time again, But there simply is not the time. I do not have an

A Voice From Dadri

A Voice From Dadri long poem

A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room

The Fallen Leaf

The Fallen Leaf short poem

The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread

The Drizzle

The Drizzle long poem

Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life

Sat To Chat!

Sat To Chat! short poem

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,

Sleeper in the Casket

Sleeper in the Casket short poem

The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million