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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laughter

Laughter short poem

Laughter changes the concept of life laughter wipes out fear Laughter erases problems Laughter sweeps away turmoils laughter covers poverty laughter is the costliest gift man can ever have Laughter make even enemy turn friend laughter enhance the human value

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

The Day of Delight

The Day of Delight short poem

Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,

Our Story Told

Our Story Told short poem

When did we become this? When did it change? When did “I love you” Start feeling so strange? When did “I’m sorry” Just turn into words? When did the feelings Just turn into hurt? How did this happen? I ask

The Swing

The Swing ballad

I looked out that window that swing still hangs there, today its not swinging it just hands in the air, You wonder you stare those days you remember when you just didn’t care. Go make your excuses and just sit

The Sands Of Time

The Sands Of Time short poem

The sands of time, so apt! Grain by grain, Unendingly, our lives ebb away. Like a candle lit at birth, Burning bright- Till the end, Our lives too- Sometimes in a fright! Seasons come, seasons go- Sunrise after sunset, a

Dweller

Dweller short poem

The widest face I’ve ever seen and by his ears , thick whiskers, Always drinks sweet Lipton’s tea in a glass with lemon Enjoys his cigarettes and smiles pouring over daily papers Ringtone set to Mahler’s 5th in his eyes

A Love Story Untold

A Love Story Untold prose poem

A love story left untold, it was our story like any other story, you were the prince and I was your crown, waiting to bestowed upon you one day, a crown you admired, wished for, dreamt of, your love was

Just Sayin’

Just Sayin’ short poem

I know there’s nothing I can say to you that will change your mind, you say it’s the end of an era and a new one has just begun but listen to me as I leave this echo in your

Unfringe A Skeleton Rainbow

Unfringe A Skeleton Rainbow short poem

Is it near the fringes of the metropolis Concrete, near the shapeless brink of muddy smell, near the unfringed openness where saltish waves begin to kiss? Can it be saved, since it is sadly snarled, crumpled, half-eaten by a warped

Now

Now short poem

He, making his own cast. You knew it. Unique mystique of transparency. You could not touch him. Walking ahead of the sun, long shadow, sweating it out, pungent odor. Innocence hung from desiccated tongue, he preserved original speech before falling

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