Miseries Poems

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

Cuckoo Not Sings

Cuckoo Not Sings long poem

Our poets the fools, as always they are, Mistake the shouts and cry of a bird, As its song, the melody, not thinking The pain, it suffers as ‘thrown outs’, By own mother, attacked by a stranger, The crow, a

Poems containing references to : Miseries

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

“An Adult Orphan’s Cry”

An Adult Orphans Cry short poem

Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave

A Farewell Message

A Farewell Message long poem

At this very hour of my life I am sitting alone with a heavy headache I have neither anger nor hatred for you; But I simply pity you And I feel sinful myself; You made me venture into this impossibility

Illustrious Or Inglorious

Illustrious Or Inglorious short poem

Life is a simple play Don’t make it mysterious. All complicated words wrapped into one, Make a bunch of gawky efforts and simultaneous grief. Myriad mementos contemplating miseries, Do no less than to future, humiliation and bad welcoming. That’s what

Forbidden Truth

Forbidden Truth long poem

No matter how great her calm How perfect her lies I can still see the truth Inside those eyes At times, I ponder What just went wrong That took thine away while our love was strong It was never about

Guiding Light – My Teacher

Guiding Light   My Teacher long poem

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

And By Those Words

And By Those Words long poem

And while I walk, I can hear those words, Being echoed time and again, “From this moment, Here shall I declare that we are free, From those colonial chains”. He was a good speaker, he moved the nation, On his

Sky- A Wild Blue Yonder

Sky  A Wild Blue Yonder short poem

Standing alone above all , i live in the peace of universe , without any limit , without any wall, i have survived through every situation good and worse . With infinitesimal change in me, i witnessed every change on

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn short poem

Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but

All In The Name Of God ?

All In The Name Of God  ? prose poem

Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !

Epic Zone

Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend long poem

Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling

Love Offers Countless Tears

Love Offers Countless Tears short poem

Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied

Love Formulas

Love Formulas prose poem

(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

I Want To Stay

I Want To Stay short poem

Like the little droplets humming down the shore, and the yellow sparkles moving free to the core, dismayed to unbind the lore since ages, I want to stay amidst the phases. Shrinking and shivering beneath your arms, prime the relevance;

About Love

About Love short poem

This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left

The Divine Promise

The Divine Promise prose poem

November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.

What Is To Age?

What Is To Age? short poem

Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is

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Run Along…

Run Along... short poem

Run along… In Rain In Sun Along Rivers Thro’ Mountains Thro’ Forests As long as you can As far as you can Run along… To find new horizons New Spheres New People New things Run along… So as to be

Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful short poem

I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led

Because She Falls For You…

Because She Falls For You... prose poem

She falls in love with you the way you portrait yourself.. She falls in love with all the fanciful words you used to describe her She falls in love with you whenever you tell her that she has a virtuous

Ideas

Ideas prose poem

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

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

Like The Dickens

Like The Dickens short poem

Well whist in the world happened to drive us so far apart my friend… I miss you and I pray someday we’ll be as close again as we were way back when… ‘cuz it’s been a long, long time since

Sunflowers and Tequila

Sunflowers and Tequila short poem

Bright and beautiful describes her smile The happiness and feelings are real, the tightest Make me smile without saying a word, it’s been a while Millions of sunflowers but she’s the brightest Patron and Don Julio at night Grateful and

The Setting Sun

The Setting Sun ode

As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road.  Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,

The Moonlight Warrior

The Moonlight Warrior short poem

Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,

Blue Blooded

Blue Blooded short poem

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.

Food

Food elegy

Life is like food. You are born into life as a fruit, vegetable, or meat. You grow and both plant and animal we always have trouble. Then we grow and grow and we’re all grown up. All ready to get

Conversation

Conversation short poem

There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time

Lip Balm Obsession

Lip Balm Obsession short poem

My sweet lip balm, Without which I lack a calm! I buy whatever I find, I need to try every kind. Be it cherry or mint, With every sort I have a stint. There’s shimmer and gloss, They never make

People

People short poem

People fascinate me With their colourful qualities. People frighten me With their capacity for cruelty. People inspire me Indicating a world of beauty. People make me feel love. Some make me bow; For their know how. People enrich my life,

Firebird

Firebird short poem

Every night by candlelight I go to you on the wings of a Firebird and you are there waiting for me in your red cape where fire burns outside the snow… you reach out for me without saying a word,

One world?

One world? short poem

One physical world has as many manifestations as there are minds, for each mind sees the world and infers its own interpretations. We both live in this One world but your world seems entirely different from mine. My world is

Where’s My Mother?

Wheres My Mother? long poem

Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That