Metaphysical Poems

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

Redemption

Redemption elegy

Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might. Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife To

Conversation

Conversation short poem

It takes two and preferably some place for settling down to administer its ways. Concurrent voices condoning each line which voices offer to be tried for size concatenate the assemblage of lines that with the swell and tonal foam must

Doctor Of Philosophy

Doctor Of Philosophy short poem

I He caged a raven thereby saddening a sufi gentleman ,who thought none of the fraternity of man incompetent to do something so absurd . Actually ,when consulting the mirror of his mind and the one in his bedroom, he

Surrender

Surrender short poem

We speak like rattling rain And fumble through inhibitions Before we reach each other. I dip each word, in the inky darkness of my mind and hang it over the moon. And he, He glorifies the crescent Day after day

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Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Manifestations Of The Soulless Body

Manifestations Of The Soulless Body ode

I apologize the Sun did not rise my side of the Earth. Else I would have invited you into my house And we would have drunk white wine with ice by the fire place. Know you not the absence of

The Saga of Romance

The Saga of Romance poetry books

The Saga Of Romance is a collection of romantic poems, mostly on metaphysical attachment, that may be helpful for younger generation in developing a better and healthy world. The poet’s style of writing comprises of forms like free verse, haiku, senryu, sonnet,

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution poetry books

Chew Lawrence would disclaim that his first collection is a body of metaphysical poetry, yet his poems are metaphysical in that they pose questions about the fundamental nature of reality and posits the poet’s tentative answers concerning it. Unlike the

Confessions

Confessions long poem

“Molly confession” My Molly confession Best in love In love I stay with you A message long over due My baby You excite me Glee Lovingly taking Molly Enhancing a love between Us is where I want to be Seeing

Immortality

Immortality short poem

A very disconnecting creek where bodies were found, presents a pictorial death in night, which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic was at the door. The art of debating the

Hanging The Piñata

Hanging The Piñata short poem

The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation

Midnight Cool

Midnight Cool short poem

Is it springtime brewing gentle raindrops or autumn bringing sea-salt aroma or snowy whispers from a wintry mountain peak reluctant to prophesy those true prophecies during the middle age of the night, as if they may over-heal and crack my

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To Breathe

To Breathe long poem

Where is the breath That I crave so much Hiding and playing games Just beyond my reach Fingers too stiff to touch To breathe To live To need what is aloof and Teasing me to beseech The air in the

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

Come Monday

Come Monday long poem

Well just you wait Come Monday I’m gonna leave a trail of fire up one side and down the other, you won’t even know what hit you but that’s the power and the fury of the Tiger and as we

Friend

Friend short poem

Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also

Revive

Revive sonnet poems

revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspect of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Dreams Of A Life

Dreams Of A Life long poem

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but

Piteous Proletariat

Piteous Proletariat prose poem

While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a

The temple

The temple short poem

There was a man, Old, cold, sold, To his condition. Stood outside the temple, Waiting, hating, hesitating. And people passed by, Dinging, dangling, giggling. Nobody could see him there, Lazy, hazy, crazy. Now he is there no more, Sink, blink,

‘Gandhism’- A tribute to Mahatma !

Gandhism  A tribute to Mahatma ! short poem

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

Scarcity

Scarcity short poem

I feel like a visionary Building my own theory Hidden are thoughts plenty extraordinary but still feel short of vocabulary Buried thoughts in brain’s mortuary Try to plumb up within with one or the other worry Its always been a

Tears

Tears elegy

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

I Wonder …

I Wonder ... long poem

I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your

Things Unsaid

Things Unsaid short poem

Words bubbling up, spouting and rushing Lips pursed to hold back the deluge gushing Desperately trying to stem the cascade Threatening to spew and sputter and invade Squirming and squinting with the effort Trying in vain to silence the springing

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me short poem

I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of

Riddles

Riddles short poem

What is timelessness but the kindness from gods’ eyes wrapping the world at sunset’s time? And eternity, doesn’t it stay hung from of each day’s last moment balance’s pan? Is not perpetuity smiling disguised in the bridal body of the

A Star Plunges

A Star Plunges short poem

A pristine smoke was pointing the where of pawns abetting the glacial runaway. Emblemic, he was the last man on the stairs ready to jump in the lake – when night arrives. Now this was the tipping point to stand

Sparkle

Sparkle long poem

Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking

Jigsaw

Jigsaw long poem

Children laughing when at play, bright sun rising to greet the day Sweet cream added in my morning coffee, horses munching hay A rusty nut that just breaks free, an ancient majestic noble tree Wind at my back true point

A Crack In The Self

A Crack In The Self short poem

A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright

So I Am 27!

So I Am 27! long poem

So I am 27 now, people says I am getting older now, but it’s just the same child who has just learned to grow somehow. Now I understand what my goal is, and what all are my priorities. Priorities may

Eight Years Old

Eight Years Old short poem

Eight years old, Growing up so bold. Thoughts of getting older Now regrets of the past Years go by so fast I wish I could’ve made it last Now 19, working like a machine, on a one man team in

That Feeling

That Feeling short poem

Amazing, immaculate, magnificant, Words that can even come close to explaining, The plains, the realms, the worlds, The places I’ve experienced and visited with you, Sitting, laying, staring, holding and waking These moments, I cherish, I look forward to All

Purpose

Purpose prose poem

What’s the point? To life I mean. Here, we find ourselves following The crowd. Doing as those who came before. Why? Did they know something, anything, about anything? Mindless lemmings are we? Are we building something? We’re born, we live,

Glow As You Row

Glow As You Row short poem

On rocks made of broken dreams; And bars of want for ore; Lies my world! I built my temple of contradictions; Camped deep in my core; Right where monks are clothed with bitterness! A place where mere coincidence isn’t given

O My Valentine

O My Valentine long poem

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing