Minority Poems

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

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

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Disabled

Disabled long poem

Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences

Love Is Love

Love Is Love long poem

Well you say the lifestyle he lives is wrong God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, well hell who are you to judge without Weighing all the options, did you ever think That maybe he’s still dealing with

Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry short poem

Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

Woman Clothed With The Sun

Woman Clothed With The Sun short poem

Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?

Rapture

Rapture short poem

The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls

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New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the

Mercy

Mercy short poem

For we are from your mercy without a scar, Form afar your mighty star. With fear in heart we do not wish to part , to set us a part. For we are from Your mercy without a scar. The

Teddy Bear’s Picnic

Teddy Bears Picnic prose poem

Teddy Bear’s Picnic From out of the mist high in the alpine, a massive mother black bear leading three magnificent cubs. Mother’s coat has a glistening golden hue, rippling as she ambles out across a variegated moss carpeted meadow.With three

Looking At The Stars

Looking At The Stars short poem

As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer

Bequeathal

Bequeathal short poem

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth. I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the middays of the city and lying on

Heralding God’s Magnificence

Heralding Gods Magnificence short poem

Lord, thank you for grace For you are with me always as I run my race Inspite of my nakedness, you shield me with your lace By faith, I can move mountains For you’ve made me an ace Christ is

5:49 A.m.

5:49 A.m. short poem

Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person. It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow. I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was but all I hit is the black and blue of

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

But I Know

But I Know short poem

What is the depth of sea? Really! I don’t know But I may feel the depth Of love of mother That she showered on me What is the height of Mount Everest? Really! I don’t know But I know the

A Simple Life

A Simple Life elegy

The old log cabin in the woods half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

Dreams

Dreams short poem

I wake up from my dreams. Standing in front of the mirror, I watch my sad face. my watery eyes call for u, my heart aches. I teach myself to smile. Not so small, not too big, I wear this

Lungs Of The Earth

Lungs Of The Earth short poem

You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel By absorbing odors, trees help to level You inhale fresh air To this, trees provide a lions’ share You exhale exhaust of the body Which the trees take into custody Trees inhale

Song To Nectaria

Song To Nectaria short poem

O sweet Nectaria, keep a song to sing. Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh, And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high. Should August’s stormy days, their strong winds bring, Clouds so dark that

A Strange Misconception

A Strange Misconception short poem

Misplaced A strange misconception was her affection without any roots like a useless action It stung her like a wasp and brought her tears It bit her like a dog and gave her fears It hit her like a storm

Kamikaze

Kamikaze long poem

So cold But so still Will my well Begin to kill my Own selfish ways Or should I just stay Frozen in order to decay In the mist of the bay May I fly to die? Or soar to become

I Know I Know

I Know I Know long poem

After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

Soul Chutney

Soul Chutney short poem

Drown I want to in the sweet buzz you create, tunes of wilderness, in my ear, in my mind. Your hue I want to engulf myself, dance in bare nakedness, leave all shame behind, self behind. One whiff of you

Flesh Against Spirit

Flesh Against Spirit short poem

This war between, the flesh, and spirit, When it begins, you can really feel it. For the flesh wants you to do, the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you,to sing a victory song. Then you get caught

Deep Understanding

Deep Understanding short poem

Tilted lips on the wet eyes. Below the lids was floating an island in a lake. Latched to a full moon I was trotting with snowshoes, trekking with stars. A volatile virginity rebounds ticking in your heart, spiteful. And I,

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Amazing Spring

Amazing Spring short poem

I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh

The Bloody Nerd

The Bloody Nerd short poem

It is a real story I am not making it Out of my insane mind My life is full of Pain Be sure That I don’t want to dream Even with wounds Or tuned in malaise The Nurd I am

Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like

Individually

Individually short poem

That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.

All Things That Bloom To Grief

All Things That Bloom To Grief short poem

Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white

O’ Woman

O Woman short poem

It Breaks my heart Rips my soul apart When every morning the newspaper reads And various news feeds, talk about Girls and women, young and old being savagely raped and killed or sold It breaks my heart Rips my soul

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

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,

Looking For Each Other

Looking For Each Other short poem

Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it