Otherness Poems

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

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

What Says Echo?

What Says Echo? prose poem

(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Poems containing references to : Otherness

A Hybrid Of Man

A Hybrid Of Man short poem

Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an

Only Being

Only Being short poem

Walking the path with otherness; not achieving anything, I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline to join the gods of a crowd. So that my sun, remains shadowless. No, it is not the final verdict. I was always incomplete, unburdening my

Second-hand Event

Second hand Event short poem

Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey. The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

Future Signs

Future Signs short poem

arriving to shun that wolf on your blood’s trail, you comb through rubble, tormented: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… glimpse of fear, fixated at otherness of yellow sin, threatened, panic white, suicide note; now you have come out from your tremors stillborn, sine die

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Blame It On The Weather Man

Blame It On The Weather Man short poem

Wet, wet, the rain does fall Damp, damp, it doesn’t care at all Drip, dip, the drops come down Drop, drop, makes you sad as a clown. Grey, grey, storm clouds above Cold, cold, get your hat and your gloves

Keep Your Head Up

Keep Your Head Up long poem

This is for the kids who feel like GIVING UP, DON’T, Don’t think im telling YOU, how to live your life, I WON’T, I won’t stop until YOU know, that YOU are NOT ALONE Imagine What MOM would feel like

Unknown Star

Unknown Star ode

The unknown star in the skies of solitudes Away from oddlands and vicious latitudes Only the nearest to moons of strangeness To mermaids of wonder and fairies of loneliness Why it silently mourns the silence.. The crowd of regrets their

Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored

He Smiles

He Smiles short poem

He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he sees Is it angels who on him keep? Or his future he had a peep He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he hears Is it the lullaby

Friend

Friend short poem

Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also

The First Christmas Tree

The First Christmas Tree short poem

Cross– the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary; Had for all around gifts enough Paid by pain from hardest stuff: Iron, steel and animal hide While Mother Mary anguished deep inside At the foot

Lifting

Lifting short poem

Again the panic grips. Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented rafflesia growing in abundance. Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape. You walk into the trap. The lid falls, blocks the way out and sharp spikes pierce through you, so

A Pair Of Hazel Eyes

A Pair Of Hazel Eyes short poem

A pair of hazel eyes look at me. Your ‘bandana’ runs up to forehead, a scarf covers nose, chin and below, the pinky complexion of your cheeks lures me to paint you as a lovely maid. There is no invitation

The Bug Life

The Bug Life short poem

Like the first light of the new sun, I wake in the dark, with new curiosities, and unanswered queries. Though uncertain, I work hard, bit by bit I pit the sand grains, In hope to find the new light, I

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock prose poem

She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat So steady and strong, like soul mate they were

An Animal With Two Tails

An Animal With Two Tails long poem

(A poem for children) Mummy, I saw an animal in the Zoo, Perhaps you’ve seen it too, He was huge and fat, Many times bigger than a cat; His eyes were very small Much smaller than a golf ball, He

My Princess

My Princess short poem

Me, in my morning rush hour cook scrub and clean a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle screams and orders me to stop to listen to her melody ‘stop your chores, spare me your ear I thought you missed me’ my

The Retro One!

The Retro One! short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the flower out, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement, and those eyes of hers already left him rapt. “Will you be my valentine?” kneeling down

Dasagiri

Dasagiri long poem

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

Haiku Collection

Haiku Collection short poem

Revelation Brevity of words; No rhyme within its reason. Haiku uncovered. Caught Out Summer rain spatter, Unsettled dusky maiden. Parasol resort. Crow Proclaimers of death; charcoaled anonymity. Murderous union. Prelude to a Fall Bitter autumn wind, Sinks teeth into summer’s

Persistent Dreams

Persistent Dreams long poem

I’m a man of persistent dreams part of my undermind trying to tell me something some archetypal architecture race-memory collective unconsciousness because I know my dreams are not unique down past all the layers conscious subconscious unconscious or translated through

Stronger

Stronger short poem

Hear the music beatin’ Stronger Feel the brandy kickin’ in Stronger See me gettin’ hotter and a growin’ Stronger Well and as the candles burn brighter the dream comes to light once more faces crystallize but I really don’t know

Ol’ Blighty (not For Sale)

Ol Blighty (not For Sale) short poem

Now that Armistice has passed One Hundred Years this time I wonder what those boys would think If today, they were alive? Through all their years of valour Experiences and pain To fight for King and Country I hope it’s

If Not For You

If Not For You long poem

Well we may not be together tonight But you are here in my heart… No and don’t think I ever, ever take You for granted… I thank God every day and every night For all the blessings you’ve brought Into

The Journey Of Every Successful Man

The Journey Of Every Successful Man short poem

You are like a dawn, Just beginning to be born. Every struggle, every pain, Promising yourself that never Will it go in vain. All so you can be that someone original, Someone who will always be there for you as

The Eclipse

The Eclipse short poem

A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I

The Rain

The Rain short poem

You had an aura of mystery that captivated my heart, Even in my sleep I was allured, indicating your start. Whether it’s the water droplets or ice or snowballs, All bring an immense pleasure, when water falls. Oh Rain!! You

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly

A Shameless Show

A Shameless Show short poem

Beyond all the beauty of our planet’s glow, Exists this shameless ploy of a human show. Is it too hard for us to see? Or have we forgotten how to intellectually grow? Some pray to their gods in a vicious

Why Do I Still Love You?

Why Do I Still Love You? short poem

Why do I still Love You? Even after you walked out of my life, Even after you broke my faith, Even after of you turned your back on me, After you had deaf ears to all my sobs. Why do

Other Side

Other Side prose poem

It’s early morning The sun is still preparing herself to shine I don’t know if I’m ready to meet the sun Because I have been friends with the moon The dark gives me so much more happiness Than the bright

Road To

Road To short poem

The drone and the groan of the track upon sand As an armoured car rolls over the land Its cumbersome movement, the desert it stirs By the haze of the heat the terrain is disturbed Outside, it’s bleak, not a

Hero Never Whispers,

Hero Never Whispers, short poem

Hero never whispers, makes all clear Before man born were in ancient world lies? They say it wasn’t solid transmission Words been spoken aloud Slow pictures out of focus getting sharp Surrounded stiffness of plenty spikes You live in the

Inadequacy

Inadequacy short poem

A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? Queen

Wrangell – St. Elias

Wrangell   St. Elias short poem

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

A Reincarnation

A Reincarnation short poem

Some restless forests on both sides of the river, the bell of rutting stag echoed down the stream, I dove into naked water forcing and eddying down the hills, my tongue in a foreplay– I touched the delicate breast of