Opportunist Poems

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

What Shall I Be?

What Shall I Be? short poem

Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power

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A Stride Beyond

A Stride Beyond short poem

Light casts shadows Of all it finds – Never its own ! You may dislike Liking me; But can’t stop me Liking you ! Life, neither an analogy Nor an anomaly, It’s an imagery – all along ; All left

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My Friend

My Friend short poem

I have a friend want’s sup She’s tiny petite and dumb Who was interested to blab her brain sizes a thumb I don’t know what her problem is I just don’t care about her She should pack up about this

A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

One Man Show

One Man Show ode

Sever The strings Heart Stuffed and stitched Black as the crow A wooden figurine In a one man puppet show The audience Seated Indian style In front of the stage Their laughter And cheers Eat away at Him Like a

If only I had a döppelgänger

If only I had a döppelgänger long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

Artist

Artist short poem

I eke out, darling, I eke out I am ill and poor as you are On the gold and under the membrane You took everything, the angel and the devil There are things, Things I hide from my friends Things

Nights Like These

Nights Like These long poem

Well and I seem to get this way from time to time Lost in a memory of someone who used to be mine I was a fool to get this way, will this heartache ever Go away… NIGHTS LIKE THESE

I Loved A Man

I Loved A Man short poem

In the budding days of youth In the spring time of growing mind While dreaming of being a Woman I loved a Man Question do I pose myself Why did I love him? Thousand times answer echoes It was his

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

Falling In Love

Falling In Love short poem

In love with you was never easy; I fell for you and landed flat on my face. We fall and became undone, lacking in trust; Love echoes inside each and every one of us. We try to believe, but life

The Colors Of Rainbow

The Colors Of Rainbow short poem

After the rain, I finally saw; Multitudes of tints in the sky; painted with myriad hues; a reflection of rays so vibrant; violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red, striking dashes of silver and gold; butterflies flutter, dazzled by

Fear Of Falling

Fear Of Falling short poem

Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From

Justine’s First Kiss

Justines First Kiss short poem

Her clothes had come to represent imperfection: the moment came on the night and in the way she’d imagined but with much more friction. sitting on the steps with April’s cold needling her bottom she tried to shift her sweater

Word Place

Word Place short poem

Polite and loving words prevail peace, love and affection avail; where truth is in everyone’s eye and nobody tells a lie; everyday everyone shows a seed makes the place beautiful indeed; thus, everyone is kind and sympathetic the place with

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

Burning Across The Sky

Burning Across The Sky short poem

Like a stingray it stung me tonight the new moon. A live flame lobbing the sparks. The seduction had bypassed the sleezy love of white egrets. When are you going to make a history by failing to fall? Can I

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirits short poem

Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!

The Ballad Of The Sighing Bear

The Ballad Of The Sighing Bear ballad

In the deep dark woods lived a great brown bear, he was seven feet tall but the townsfolk didn’t care for although the bear was huge and had fangs and long sharp claws, all the people would make fun of

Touch

Touch short poem

Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of

Nirbhaya

Nirbhaya short poem

From the dark abode To the glimpses of light With fearlessness, she comes As Nirbhaya…behind her name. Fearless gains relentless power From her silent lips Neither an object nor a thing Live and survive for own self The power of

Son Of The Night

Son Of The Night short poem

The star happily winks at us Like a prodigious son of the night He twinkles amusingly on us With his everlasting glittering light. He caringly watches over us And peeps peacefully at our dreams Gracefully handing shy beams With every

Black Tears

Black Tears short poem

Her father got killed by hands of police Now they’re screaming little one have peace Don’t show emotion, forgive, don’t speak Trying to convince her that there’s strength in being weak Unsympathetic to her suffering they don’t care She just

Feeble Feathery Flakes

Feeble Feathery Flakes short poem

hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles

Curious Eyes

Curious Eyes short poem

Some words unspoken, Some unheard, Some are golden, lushful like in heart! Sweet smiles speak with shower of eyes, Till none knows what they hide. Magical stories, The truth untold, Loved glories, nothing bought or sold! Many words appear, and

The First Time I Met Love

The First Time I Met Love short poem

And maybe it is – That Love is not patient, Nor kind, nor trusting It boasts and it is proud, Pitted against sister Lust, it is often cowed. The first time I heard of Love? She called me from beyond

A Benign Place

A Benign Place short poem

In a story that i wanna tell there are tracks often traveled but for different reasons but i travel to find myself For when i first visited they held a part of me captive and no, i do not go

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

Lost Time

Lost Time short poem

I thought I had more time We had so many plans You were to come out here for a visit And we were to come there So many regrets So many words unsaid And yet I know you loved me

One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight In this harsh winter away from home As fainted stars hung in dreary sight With all but gloom as he stood alone The eerie silence of the winds That gently blew the resting

The Clench

The Clench short poem

When the moon burst again into its grey white light the bird from that little tree escaped. Its wings flew into the arms of another. The other, like a large broad arm with its green expanse waited for that bird

Cara Delevingne

Cara Delevingne long poem

Her love is like turning the tides away from the Docks at riverside in the afternoons and fighting Off horrific terrifying fire breathing dragons that Overwhelmed us in desperate times of weather Or not this is a fantasy, Depends on

The Land of Livelihood

The Land of Livelihood short poem

It is dancing on waves, Like my mind of thoughts, For survival, Let me reach, At thy beautiful land, Nolhivaram, my land of Livelihood. Thy son, a skylark of Maldivian atolls, Never in touch of earth. Praying thee always, Making

Dream Evil

Dream Evil long poem

alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood

Puberty: Why Do You Give Us So Much Trouble?

Puberty: Why Do You Give Us So Much Trouble? short poem

Puberty A time of confusion It feels like a delusion With no coordination No organisation Puberty A time to love and hate You grow at an alarming rate Many need someone to help motivate Others are a little bit late

Death

Death short poem

My heart stopped pumping My blood doesn’t flow though my veins I stopped felling love and hate Yes, I am passing through the Death’s Gate I lived my life Complaining about the traits, And now when the time came, Why

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.