Neglect Poems

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

Pain Of Our Ancestors

Pain Of Our Ancestors prose poem

I take my trip to the land of black called Africa where my ancestors live and rule for thousand years. They are like a thunder and dove they never weak nor shaky always at their feet. This is the land

Gum

Gum short poem

From birth you are given a role many would deem inhumane You are forced into clothes and put to work for selfish men One day you are chosen to fulfil your duty Even though your obligation will change you into

Grenfell Tower

Grenfell Tower sonnet poems

Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache

Poems containing references to : Neglect

Friends

Friends long poem

This is a post dedicated to the crazy people who were and who are out there. Life shows new things every day, Some are sad, Some happy. Some are interesting, Some dull. Some make us cry, Some make us laugh.

The Islands Liberated

The Islands Liberated long poem

I saw a place with a thousand islands Stretching from the clouds to the deep Meeting people with talents of grand Liberated together, not by a pity demand A picture popped through my head Filled with colors blue and red

We And The Good Earth

We And The Good  Earth prose poem

A date set apart in the world calendar In honor and reverence of the great good Earth Is aptly in keeping with the need of the hour And a well thought of welcome gesture ! It’s time we owe allegiance

The Three Fedoras

The Three Fedoras sonnet poems

Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and

Golden End

Golden End short poem

All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I

Birth

Birth long poem

Nobody likes me, everybody does too I’m not divine, neither are you. Why do you hate to hear about a daughter? And cannot make your brain broader! You have used me as a tool; Never allowed me to attend school.

Black Sheep’s Blight

Black Sheeps Blight short poem

I wonder how many poets died with voices unheard How many minds were robbed from the herd The amount of people with beautiful science in their mind Forced to neglect, to go through everyday’s struggle and grind Why must a

Drug Of Life

Drug Of Life short poem

Love, what a beautiful addiction. Drug, with no prescription. Throughout life it is used, limits easily abused. Aroma, oh so sweet. Looks, sometimes a cheat. Yet, we take what we can get. Our greatest asset. With drugs come side effects:

Love Sonnet 121

Love Sonnet 121 sonnet poems

The Heavens look awesome from where I stand, Staggering my thoughts, such expanse to fly, Is such splendor seen from your side of land Despite clouds that the viewing of which deny; I raised my outstretched hand to feel the

Orphan

Orphan long poem

I Go crying to my Mom to get her attention and solace even when there is a slight scratch on my body I shout at my siblings if they neglect me I get angry with Dad when he forget to

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? short poem

Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall short poem

Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of

Anticipation

Anticipation short poem

Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile

Thought 3

Thought 3 long poem

The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep

Girl To Me

Girl To Me long poem

hi..she said.. oh wait, you even know me ? remember the day we met, we cried together all wet even though we never encounter i was there with you to saunter. for you ever did cry i was there for

I Still Remember

I Still Remember short poem

I still remember that day When we sat together at night I still remember what you always say That we will live in happiness and delight I still remember you And what you used to do Now you are not

My Mother

My Mother short poem

I do not like my mother Not sure that I even love her Oh I have my excuse, she ignored the abuse while accusations floated above her I wish I could say it was drink, sounds much more acceptable, don’t

Life

Life short poem

A path that exists between birth and death, this life is never straight. Every time you need to confront obstacles, even if you have already fought many battles. The book of life contains both happy and sad memories, and it

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I Will Always Smile

I Will Always Smile short poem

Lost in dream, a world of my own. A place where I feel, my words have grown. On this fake world care and humanity are all one big lie, I just want to sit alone and cry. Our whole nation

Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams to harvest the power from tears fear climbs on your shoulders unburns hydrocarbons a train moves through the

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

Love Sonnet 82

Love Sonnet 82 sonnet poems

A time to hear, a time to call above, A time for modesty, a time for fame, A time for anger, or a time for love, And time for love was that day when you came; Assigned to each, a

Thought – Part 1

Thought   Part 1 long poem

Morning is too cold, winter sun with least influence Flickers with lost glory, the road appears dusty Leading to vast rural field. The man in front of you in shabby attire In hurrying feet to attain his morning calls. Thy

Journey of a Dew Drop

Journey of a Dew Drop short poem

Nature places it in the lap of the green It takes peaceful slumbers in the loving arms of a leaf The morning light beautifies it…… At last, it encounters death When the bright rays of sun burns its delicate surface

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

The Listener’s Initiation

The Listeners Initiation sonnet poems

Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double

Bitten

Bitten short poem

Brazen glass moon like ice eyes Fever in the chill of her gothic mask Bitten by a creature of moonlight Bitten and stung by her fire and touch I am in the corridors of wet pain Covens laugh in the

To Fall In Love

To Fall In Love long poem

I have learned to smile to hide my frown, to laugh to hide my tears, to take Criticism as a form of joking. I play my music and dance to my own beat. That’s my safe place. Then One day

Happy Birthday My Love

Happy Birthday My Love long poem

Happy Birthday My Love Although we are no longer Together anymore I still wish The very best for you well and On this day of all days I hope You get all you want and more! May the sun shine

Never Say It When Am Gone

Never Say It When Am Gone short poem

Is that fair? Waiting to say all that when am gone Is this how friends be? ‘’He was an intelligent person Full of wisdom only he was careless’’ You say. Why saying that when am gone? Why? Why? Why? You

Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

Staring at the sky on an early dawn of a day , when the light of twinkling stars are still fighting to give peace , you are not fascinated . Fascinated to hold your queer life freely back again. You

Implicate

Implicate short poem

Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit

The Winner’s Journey

The Winners Journey short poem

The day begins with a melodious theme And ends with memorial splendor The life of a man begins with melodious ululations And ends with memorial lamentations If indeed life is an adventure A restless adventure of entirety and supreme wonders

Tell Me , Tell Me

Tell Me , Tell Me short poem

Tell me that everything is alright Because we didn’t end it with a fight You didn’t give me a reason to end this discussion I mean I hate everything about you right now But then again you are on my

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels short poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Morning Star

Morning Star short poem

There was no beginning no ending. Beyond tomorrow you will be, what you were not. Words would disappear, only meaning will be left. The interval ceases to be from ’wasness’ to open pathway. When you are not ready I will

Above The Vaulted Sky

Above The Vaulted Sky elegy

1st July 1916   The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will