Pictures Poems

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

Pretty Pictures Pretty Ribbons And You

Pretty Pictures Pretty Ribbons And You long poem

felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty

Pictures

Pictures short poem

1. Somebody puts a hand on my shoulder I turn around suddenly it was moon. 2. Do you hear the inaudible voices of abstruse frosting. The leaves are falling. 3. What you did not know was my pain. When I

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Photography

Photography short poem

Clicks everyday, The smile that stays, The dance in the rain, The fun we gain, Clicks everyday, With laughs all day, I capture the moment, Will never come again, Clicks everyday, Keep happiness on my way, With the crazy look,

Poems containing references to : Pictures

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

CHIMERA

CHIMERA short poem

Destiny etches our lives and draws its pictures, we are but portraits placed in its layout… Strange are the ways of fate; when all is lived  and seen, when the path to be trod, has been decided and chosen then,

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

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

Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

Confessions Of A Closet Poet

Confessions Of A Closet Poet short poem

I didn’t much want to admit it, I was fine gathering dust on the shelf, But the day that I posted My first poem online, I messed up and I “outed” myself. I’m not what you’d call a great thinker,

Stay. And complete me.

Stay. And complete me. prose poem

I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

Safe Haven

Safe Haven short poem

To my cocoon I wish to return To the safety of my nest. To the womb that nurtured me Where I had long been in blissful unawareness With eyes shut tight Fists clenched too Yet to feel , see and

Forever

Forever short poem

She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

The Right Season

The Right Season short poem

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

Le Liberte eclairant le monde

Le Liberte eclairant le monde short poem

A global army flowing white, of Love, of blazing swords afire of shining shields they, hand in hand, puissant and indomitable let what she pictures, typifies, facing the world on high, her flame of love and liberty, put fallacies to

Is Poetry Barbaric ?

Is Poetry Barbaric ? short poem

Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may

Time Is Not A Constant

Time Is Not A Constant short poem

Time is a mirage to keep you in A continuation of what was and about to begin In sleep we travel far to unknown places from within The subconscious eye that gives us perspective of a singular enlightening The world

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

Old and lonely at life’s end Taking life as it comes many sunrise dry the dew that soaked the clothes many sunset I have seen Barren lands are now towns right before my eyes roads have sprung where vegetation thrive

Listen…

Listen... short poem

In your eyes I have seen the fear Of the silence that follows death. Un-erasable, un-quiet-able silence. Of the loneliness that ensues And the realisation – That the dead will never return. That no matter how earnestly you try Conversations

Bougainvillea Avenue

Bougainvillea Avenue short poem

Amidst nondescript quarters way beyond past their prime Still weaving nostalgic saga of regal magnificence sublime Streets set with old cobbles residual of inestimable spell Windows bearing testimony of inlay with glass and shell Figurine on the gate posts on

The Man At The Top Of The Stair

The Man At The Top Of The Stair short poem

Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,

A Farewell To Arms

A Farewell To Arms short poem

The hunter is lost in a wild forest, It’s a moonless night, Trees are dense; He can’t see the stars, Beats of his heart race by second to second, Shooting up, high and high on like frightening roars, Clouds came

The shape of things that go and come

The shape of things that go and come prose poem

The shadows shake the window through trees in the night My memory of pictures flash in front of me in the white moon light I want to forget you but we both know it’s not a fair fight To you

Walking River

Walking River short poem

Walking beside a river, watching landscapes mirror underneath the sun Subtle colours, everyone encapsulated by the river pictures all across and along Yellow flowers, look at them for hours and the branches stretch like towers, entwining from earth to beauty

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

Life Way

Life Way ode

Feeling the warmness of love, Tight and meaningful like a sweet coo from a dove. Family genres bring us to have a life to live, Daily going by, letting it pass like a giant dive. It doesn’t hurt to learn

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

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

Modern Day Love

Modern Day Love short poem

People took pictures of each other Just to prove that they loved one another Just to prove that they really existed People take pictures of themselves Just to prove that they’re happy with themselves Just to prove that they’re really

My Pen

My Pen short poem

I use you to write my sin, everything that makes my head spin. You know my deepest fears and know all my tears. You have felt my broken heart and tortured soul, like a horror movie doll. You have felt

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed

India: Then And Now

India: Then And Now prose poem

They say Dreams are not Real… And, that it’s an illusion we live in! Would it have been possible, to think of our Independence, Of India being free, had not… the HEROES of our HISTORY dreamed of freeing it, from

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean short poem

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals

Identity

Identity long poem

What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the

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

Eight Years Old

Eight Years Old short poem

Eight years old, Growing up so bold. Thoughts of getting older Now regrets of the past Years go by so fast I wish I could’ve made it last Now 19, working like a machine, on a one man team in