Outlook Poems

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

Outlook Deteriorating

Outlook Deteriorating long poem

Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap

Outlook

Outlook short poem

Positive out look creates confidence drives out fear balance the mind drive one to success Negative out look lose the confidence drive in fear imbalance the mind sure to end up in failures Balanced out look tries to be steady

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To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

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Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person long poem

I was trying to steer clear of the type I adore Refrain from where I’ve went wrong before Lad about town with that criminal behaviour In the long run he will not work in my favour But I cant help

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old long poem

It’s now time life will reward me with a new hello I am only just starting anew and have far to go Today is the day, Now is the time To take back the life that is rightfully mine Don’t

Monochrome

Monochrome long poem

Black is the epitome for darkness, An all thinks desolate and bleak. Purple gives us the incentive- the hope what we seek. Pastel yellow is the sun Which glistens our day, While blue is the color Of the scintillating bay

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The Hardest Part

The Hardest Part short poem

The hardest part of ending Is starting over again Troubled times buried in the past And overcoming the pain Staring at this empty room A million questions fill my mind Thinking back to happier days Rather than how love can

Worthless

Worthless short poem

If tongue is the way to words Than I have that tongue My tongue is worthless Will you listen to me? If eye is the sense for sight Than I have that eye My eyes are worthless Will you see

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

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

Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

Family

Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our

Choice

Choice long poem

There is a word that is profound. It changes everything around. This word can shift your life dramatically, It can shape destiny and your identity. The word is CHOICE, as simple as it sounds However it has meaning that astounds.

I Scribble With Charm

I Scribble With Charm short poem

The sixtieth year, since your birth; Well celebrated on this planet earth; Since our first blue sky was overcast; Would that this one might be the last; Witnessing body weak and never grow; In distress, brought your profile very low;

Running Amok

Running Amok short poem

Surely this is not just that– Brat of imagination Running amok?! I thought I saw a man Cajoling, indulging, Planting plans in my head! Then he disappeared In grey ashes and smoke Left-over embers of silence! Only me talking to

Singing For My Supper

Singing For My Supper short poem

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

The Whimsical Female Egg!

The Whimsical Female Egg! short poem

A world where I can take birth And I will not be killed in the womb Or dumped into a dumpster Or just thrown like that on the pile of waste on the road Where my limbs will be pulled

Heavenly Abode Lost

Heavenly Abode Lost short poem

The restless weather curses me, Why not fly back to your nest thee; There where you always belonged, Where thy heart longed. The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings, Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.

A Note Of Suicide

A Note Of Suicide long poem

The walls were closing in on me. Frustrated and furious significantly. A grey cloud of despair, can’t you see it in the air? Where are you right now? You said you would always be there. As the emptiness filled the

Come to me – ever known..

Come to me   ever known.. short poem

Come to me softly, whispering my name among leaves, along streams, flowing, flowing, singing with great tenderness, oh! if only you would call for me softly, softly, from the moon, from the foam of the sea, from the palm of

I Fly In Flames

I Fly In Flames short poem

My wings fly with flaming heart, soaring high in the sky but in utter vain. Like sunshine in the rain, but burnt and charred, it so hurts. Delving into the same old refuge, filled with solitude in a world full

Death Was Pure

Death Was Pure short poem

When moon will wash my doors I will come out in night to find you in dark and lose you in light. Does it resonate with you O my truth O my pain time has moved back. My love whitens

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

City Of Stones

City Of Stones short poem

Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills

Imposed Formalities

Imposed Formalities prose poem

An irritable child of six, the targeted television set, screaming mindlessly for their selfish wants. Sickly subdued female hands, male regulated, sans rest, roll dough in the damp kitchen. Cool expanse of fresh air where mind swims free at its

On This Shore Of Life

On This Shore Of Life short poem

Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the

Tears

Tears long poem

Tears can be happy or tears can be sad, To embrace the good or regret the bad, They can be a sure sign of letting go, Trusting your heart when your head says no. Tears can show wisdom where there

Paradise On Earth!

Paradise On Earth! short poem

The Sun shines as gold, down the west Full moon is on the move, to rise in the east When one gets to set, The other begins to get Birds are settling, into the nest Courteous caress of the breeze,

A Dreamer Of Dreams

A Dreamer Of Dreams long poem

Outside my door was a rainbow of color I’d never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door He set the color of blue in your eyes through which I now see summer skies

The Wasteland Limericks

The Wasteland Limericks short poem

The world it was changed with aplomb, When they let loose the nuclear bomb. After living in fear For many a year, Now it’s time to leave Vault 101. But fighting the bandits is hell, When your shotgun does run

The Power Within

The Power Within short poem

What is pain? What is strength? When you know it shall kill you but you struggle to endure it, When you are braving the pain, When you want better for yourself, When you have dreams and you are facing every

Depression

Depression short poem

My most noticeable expression I don’t know what it’s caused by Maybe it’s because people lie Could it be that nobody cares Or is it from all of these cuts and tears All of this depression makes me feel so

Dead Letters!

Dead Letters! long poem

*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness

Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few

Egalitarian Humanism

Egalitarian Humanism prose poem

What did it mean to be human? What does it mean to be human? What will it mean to be human? Humanity has fought and clawed its way to the current. Wars and superstitions filled our hearts and minds. King

A Rose Bloomed

A Rose Bloomed short poem

She was a flower, Blossoming in each direction she stepped. A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater. She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty. The spread of her fragrant

How Blessed Are We

How Blessed  Are We short poem

Differ you may with my thinking For me it is the beautiful creation of God Lucky we should be To be within this beautiful world I waited for the sun to wake up And stand on top of the day

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

Can We Trust What We See?

Can We Trust What We See? prose poem

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real?