Momentary Poems

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

Momentary Bachelor

Momentary Bachelor short poem

Alone in the house Ghosts holding their breath Slick sound of cotton socks On polished floorboards Middle aged man turned young A six year old doing figure eights Music on the stereo Ice cream in elbow crook Family two time

Momentary

Momentary short poem

Momentary happiness elapses in seconds While Momentary turmoil lasts for ages Momentary temper lasts for seconds While Momentary misunderstanding stays for ever Momentary tear disappears in seconds while Momentary fear lasts for ever Momentary success takes one to skies while

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Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

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Without You

Without You elegy

Walking down the memory lane, this is the last goodbye, the last smile, the last tear, but maybe not the last memory I have to bear. Time it was, time with you, time like I never knew, time when I

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Love And Lust

Love And Lust long poem

A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our

Articulated thoughts on poetry

Articulated thoughts on poetry long poem

Each night, the universe Writes its’ story On the surface Of the moon Using starlight As its’ pen, And deliberately Makes some words To fall on earth That is poetry The immutable self Afraid of its’ loneliness Thinks itself To be many And

Half Full

Half Full short poem

And like broken glass The secrets intensify. The vulnerability of time. Both beautiful and sad. The sound of broken glass. Despite how beautiful the shards sparkle. Despite time. You’ll never know what’s on it’s mind. Hand to glass. The prints

So

So short poem

There was that day when nothing happened a luminescent day when all we did was watch the river from above and try to figure out how pigeons live and think in cities “on the brink”? “oh, no, there’s plenty in

The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come

Wanderings..

Wanderings.. short poem

The habit of my soul to just walk away, leaving all relations one by one. Taking all the misfortunes, and the blames thereof, and the seduction of the silence of the mourning afterwards. Yes I know it has got that

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

Fireflies in a Jar

Fireflies in a Jar short poem

With fireflies in a jar, I treaded along the path, Strewn with silver streaked flowers, Under the starlit sky. The moon hid its face , Behind the cloudy sheers, And beckoned to the trees, To sing a soothing lullaby. A

Midnight Still

Midnight Still short poem

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

Why…

Why... short poem

Why the heartburn, why the despondency why the delusional self, why the desperateness why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness why the agony of loss, why the desolation why the wild flight of imagination why the unfulfilled dreams why

Resurrection

Resurrection prose poem

From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine

Landscapes

Landscapes long poem

Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,

Qualia Of A Walk

Qualia Of A Walk long poem

Quintessential to feed brilliance is a walk inside one’s sphere. It is a mirror that lets you in on how one looks on the outside. but never how they are from inside. Ubiquitous are your eyes and thoughts as you

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine

The Ballot Sheet Of Mine short poem

The Tainted that makes me abhor, The Torn I cringe at The Sick whom I repugn ,The felon I condemn The sinister I ward off, The corrupt I agonize Are the souls of the ones , Oh surprise! I give

Delight In A Day

Delight In A Day short poem

Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you. The children their laughter heart melting and true. A thought that’s been given to you,

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

Third Hand

Third Hand prose poem

I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Freedom

Freedom short poem

My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom. Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end. My life’s most important exam was over. But was I at peace? No, this

Rain Cloth

Rain Cloth short poem

The rain clouds rushed in dark rage Shapeless masses, swollen and drunk Sudden outpour of a pearly lace Raindrops weaving me a precious sight. Lo, from blissful loom, the warp of heaven Threading through each coconut palm Spinning live yarns

Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude short poem

Just needle on all of their pain, Is there something that you’d like to gain, But its all amiss when she plants her devilish kiss, After all, somebody’s misfortune is someone’s momentary bliss. Well the Schadenfreuder never sleeps, At least

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Dusk

Dusk short poem

Dusk has fallen Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation Helped by the gentle breeze Birds’s lullabies Happy with their young Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended Protectors day and night Far off mountains

Little Lost Lassie

Little Lost Lassie short poem

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,

Feeding The Lizards

Feeding The Lizards short poem

These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With

December

Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.

Questionnaire

Questionnaire long poem

Here is for you a questionnaire Are you sure you don’t like it there Do you have extra time in your life to spare Did someone give you a triple dog dare Are you addicted to the feeling of the

Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

It burns. It stings. It makes my heart yearn. And how those birds sing. I long to be free. I need release. Why won’t the demons listen to my plea? I will never experience the kiss of peace. I’ve seen

Writing On Wind

Writing On Wind short poem

On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He

Love Sonnet 204

Love Sonnet 204 sonnet poems

Across dark thresholds sleep my dormant dreams, Inspired by aspects seen while I’m awake, Epitome of sweetness, my love seems, That nectar bees seek earnestly to take; A flower bloomed from primal buds of May, And nurtured in the sun,

Uncertainty

Uncertainty short poem

nothing more frightning than waiting for an uncertain arrival, but then that uncertainty seems but a minor prick under the skin, one overtaken and masked by the uncertainty within. the answers very slick and sly which is why we have

Bitter Waters

Bitter Waters prose poem

You will see me someday, the open wound deep inside Seeing only the truth, despairing I hide The growing bitter bed, you will see and obey Together, apart, we wed, sever the day Like a raw raisin pit, I won’t

The Faith Poem

The Faith Poem short poem

If you’ve ever been broken hearted, so lost and alone, just run to the one who poured out his love. If you’ve ever been persecuted, and you feel like giving up, Open your eyes and lift your hands up. ‘Cause

Knotted

Knotted short poem

Hands trembling as I write this poem On cold chilly winter morning Dead silence ring in my ear Dim light by the fireplace, Knotted together in this tiny house That we call our own Where love is shown, and hate

Mountain Stream

Mountain Stream short poem

Hey , you awesome mountain stream ! Dashing out on a playful spree Allow me to join your great journey From the sky high hills to the level of sea Mesmerised by your magical appearance My heart has always sought

Rain

Rain short poem

Rain, go somewhere else, I’m pained within. Wash away hurtful experiences. longed to hold onto my innocence, beauty. flawed personality, though wounded. Rain, don’t improve appearances, It’s my heart that needs mending, Start renewing what’s most important, It’s not my