Originality Poems

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

Same

Same ode

People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

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Enough

Enough long poem

Do the work- just do the work I agreed and began early to do the work- make art- create beauty Allow the inspiration to flow- act on it and manifest my vision of heaven Even if it is abstract. In

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Of merciless nights of despair

Of merciless nights of despair short poem

Time has kissed all over your Wide strong frame like a Much married mistress. Shrunk your dependable muscles, Loosened your chestnut brown cover, Sculpted your face with lines That deepen your smiles and worries. That chest where I lay curled

By Any Means Nate Parker

By Any Means Nate Parker short poem

Through fear they act in lies Within hate they see rage But sadly when a truth surfaces to find land The devils burn the island Us as beings do our best to find shore When in another world it is

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

Bluebird

Bluebird short poem

Morning sun a shining, wind chimes a chiming and Bluebird a singing outside my open window on the old Dog Wood tree well it brings a smile to my face as I greet the coming day… life is beautiful and

The Goodbye

The Goodbye short poem

A marble calm under the shaky gaze was parsing the human pain. I would lift the calculated grief from folded earth. You feel badly bruised and racial war becomes anathema. Past the age eyesight dwindles, cannot identify the faces of

Flux

Flux short poem

Melancholy doesn’t leave it settles in paints the world grey and yes it’s a beautiful monochrome but sometimes even sight becomes lachrymose, then tone is known as just a piece of soul in a different pitch, life seems loud and

Burn Out The Night

Burn Out The Night long poem

Live it up, live it up tonight Go wild, go crazy, and go insane It’s all good, do what you Want to do and BURN OUT THE NIGHT… Have ya some of this and Have ya some of that, unleash

Invocation

Invocation short poem

Wait, Wait.. Cynthia Lit up your lantern, Yet little more ..! Let me compose a line Just one and once Left conclude my rhyme – In the sacred hours of this night! Awake, Awake.. Darling, Amidst the time darkling, Stay

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

The Hurt

The Hurt short poem

As I could feel the anger build up I wanted to hurt him with the all the hate and distrust I wanted to stab him As if to kill was a longing desire I had been hurt so why not

Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

Life and Death are like the Birth and Bonding of a flowing River While on Birth we sure cry We fear when on death Advancing of our Age is akin to the blowing in size of the bubble in water

Evaluation

Evaluation short poem

As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed

Bud

Bud prose poem

Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood It’s colour

Reservation

Reservation short poem

Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.

A Word

A Word short poem

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

To My Other Half

To My Other Half prose poem

Eons ago, the gods feared us. Eons ago, humankind was invincible. Eons ago, we were complete. We harnessed the power of Eros, romantic love. We had Eros because we were already joined with the one person who completed us. We

When Weaving Stopped

When Weaving Stopped short poem

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The

The New Horizon

The New Horizon short poem

Male, a heaven in natural ways A blossom in to my heart of agony Cheer up me with power … On the lovely beds of Indian ocean. The music of heaven Playing in the odds Enrich me a lot A

Presence Of God

Presence Of God short poem

Guiding light of nature, The presence of God for mankind, His enormous love for people, We always leave behind. Never tried to see him, and believed that he doesn’t exist. Never tried to feel him, and believed that he has

No Rescue

No Rescue short poem

Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride long poem

The day I put on the glossy red lip colour And a white dress plump as an umbrella A big sigh of relief let out my own mother Glimmered dribbling teardrops in my eyes Saw I smiles around and heard

Frequently Asked Questions

Frequently Asked Questions short poem

I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?

In Ruins

In Ruins short poem

Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Conferred Guilt

Conferred Guilt short poem

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. I wait for the night. Moon had promised an audience. Yes, I will sit beside the moon, will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: the heat, the dust, the life needles and expressionless faces

Plasma Floats

Plasma Floats short poem

Like a bikini top two hills were rising in a spiral optics. Has an altruistic vision. A wildfire erupts between the thongs of dead. You have a mobile message not to praise the sunrise in the woods. I am watching

Two Fireflies

Two Fireflies prose poem

The whisky, the dream, and the cold sky The river below cries a lullaby Two street lights flicker and die Stars twinkle, the moon and two fireflies Our friends sleeping below, it’s just you and me Words are easy, they

She Was Finally Happy

She Was Finally Happy elegy

After all the heartbreaks, and the suicidal thoughts within her mind. SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!! As she remembered the 128 times she got raped. The times evil boys said ”I LOVE YOU” — eventhough their word were fake. SHE WAS

Sea by The Promenade

Sea by The Promenade short poem

The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope Sometimes I’m hopeful Clouds begin to lighten up Sun starts to shine through Grey skies turn to blue I see a future A degree And a job I love. I see a marriage Some kids And even a farm

You are water

You are water short poem

With your hair loose, when you cry your heart out, I say, ‘my love, you are a water fall’. you say, ’yes, I am’. with swaying hips, when you walk down the streets, I say, ‘my love, you are a

About Love….

About Love.... long poem

Love is neither optional, nor happens by choice. It just happens, you either accept or deny, Love can be at first sight or start at a goodbye plight, Feelings arise, touching the skies, A choice to act on them or

The Man, I Need

A girl of twenty I am, you will say, Not matured to search a man now, That’s the fault of your new specs, In old face; renew your face, not specs; Things changed a lot, you will see. Whole world,

Facing The Truth

Facing The Truth short poem

*Deep Dark Crimson B.L.O.O.D Flows rapidly from your{razor cuts} Your H;E;A;R;T has |B|R|O|K|E|N | Ripped by a d-d-deadly fairy A.Soul.Lost.In.The.Murky.Abyss. H.A.U.N.T.E.D by your departed (love) So *Insecure*from all the DEcaDEnt [deception] A-Mind-So-Confused-Full-Of-Agitation You feel so even though you know your

Beloved

Beloved short poem

Oh beloved! My gloomy eyes are searching for you. Through the vague fog and the dew. Beyond the touch of the ocean and the sky. Farther than the “Arctic tern” fly. Beyond the bounds of the snowy fields. Over and

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual