Change Poems

Poems on change that glorify the importance of change in life. This collection of poems about change deals with the subject in such a beautifully poetic way, you will be enthralled by these poems. Change is an inseparable part of human life and as long as the change is positive, everything tends to fall in place on its own. Some pieces are so liberating, it’s won’t be wrong to call them life changing poems. When circumstances change poetry is the only source to keep a note of them, when people seem changed poems are the only friends to help one deal with the agony. So be it happy or sad, teary or glad, every change brings with it new experiences. Many such experiences are weaved in these poems and presented to you. Enjoy the changes of life, and enjoy these poems too!

Before I Change

Before I Change short poem

Before I go back into this sickening world, before I see people doing things that they never wished. Before I know people are not busy as they seem to be. Before I forget the true colours of my heart. Before

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa.

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa. prose poem

Boundaries that keep me from you. Infinite space. We are in finite space. Spaces that grow and tremble and then contract and ripple Shattered by my brick like body, red from the sun and solid from the pressure of holding

Cataracts

Cataracts short poem

The sky is in motion constellations shattering in ripples caused by a toe unseen mechanisms have failed like the touch of my love where the ridges and whorls of our fingertips no longer know how to lock the shattered old

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty-Three

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty Three long poem

Been born three months when Kennedy got shot Didn’t really recognize the significance From the comfort of my cot Didn’t know Vietnam was such a brouhaha Or that the world would not be at peace For at any one time

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

The Devil Just Sold Out

The Devil Just Sold Out short poem

The devil probably sold out Poor guy cut his own wrist Watched his blood slowly sprout Guess he’s just trying to rest The west is burning hot now A snake pit filled with a lovely lie The lord hides in

Body In Mind

Body In Mind short poem

After you grind your mind, You create to center on For a sensation, emotion; That occurs on a surface. A sensational radiation Brings the body and mind, Then, you begin to perceive All energy on or in your body This

Oblivion

Oblivion ballad

The Autumn wind blows Fall leaves flow Crunch dry asphalt Friend or foe Days pass Pages flip Time flies Broken ties Daylight wind chaff Deception so daft Flying against the breeze Near the still pond It will appease Fearing for

Menopause

Menopause short poem

I was warned of its fury I ignored all the hype Not one to worry I’m just not the type When that first hot flash hit There was no way of cooling I thought holy shit Those suckers weren’t fooling

Chameleon A Lover

Chameleon A Lover prose poem

I admonished my lover, you are a chameleon often change colors cant trust you your passionate red threatens me, saffron too showy green heals me to the core, blue takes me to a mystical high he gave a fleeting chameleon

Me, An Old House

Me, An Old House short poem

Demolishers descend upon me with chisel and crowbars strike me where I am vulnerable most they look at me with glee deciding which part of me is juiciest out come my doors and windows which lineup with SALE labelled on

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? short poem

Do you remember when you were young: When they sold us a future in which everyone Would have more time for leisure and Life’s simple pleasures? I do. I remember how ‘progress’ was sold as the shift Toward treasured Modernity’s

Our Society

Our Society short poem

Society … A place where some people still suffer , you see the gap between the top and jeans but not between the blouse and peticote , guys are you blind or duffer ? Boys can actually disturb the whole

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis short poem

One time in my youth my color was green with vim in my veins I swam with the stream I went through a change that the chrysalis take went to sleep as a raindrop awoke as a lake. Now music

Empty Day

Empty Day short poem

take back your smile, the fish has died in my hands; nowhere you have touched me deep in the brutal corona of a black moon – my sun spots were waning: a hole in the wind, chased adulthood of man

The Devil’s Wrath

The Devil’s Wrath short poem

My knees scrape the floor of my room. As I remember the wrongdoing I committed. And now the devil is here To punish me for my sin. Anger had corrupted this angel, Turned her skin blood red. Her voice was

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Composed Upon Hyde Park

Composed Upon Hyde Park sonnet poems

Ah, let come this stifling breeze now to ye all! Such sweet sap envelops my every pore, Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall? For I fear the amber of daylight no more. Dormant they recline on fields of

Broken Promise

Broken Promise short poem

Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am

Changes

Changes short poem

The All Destroyer, Leaving nothing untouched The smile of innocence curved to that of forgetfulness. Words soothing, once pecking the fruit of togetherness. A glance of kindness, now forgotten in deliberate ignorance. Feigning to flow, yet stuck in the middle

Emily

Emily short poem

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

The Gush

The Gush prose poem

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

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

Southern Snow

Southern Snow prose poem

I know him since he surprisingly visited us at our infanthood quarter. At that auburn day, we’d just filled up our pockets by our fists, snatched warm embers from the fireplace and from a dragon dwelling inside the tale, then

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

Interpreter

Interpreter short poem

Interpreter, simply the translator machine in between two The only language air carry Those words flow from one Blow to another But sometimes The words waving in between vanishes its meaning Trust changes into rust Friends convert into fiend Life

Angels Of The Golden Charge

Angels Of The Golden Charge short poem

Icarus’ ashes Fight with the sun And only for a moment Magic ignites a frosty world Locked in time The first flake falls Caught in rays parting clouds The drying breath of the receding sun Held by frost By the

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so