Completion Poems

Poems on completion that talk about the sense of achievement and joy. This list of completion poems portrays soulful thoughts where poets are floating in the happiness of a job well done. Completion gives a meaning to life and opens avenues to new dreams. These poems are sure to remind you of your struggles and achievements.

The Incomplete Woman

The Incomplete Woman long poem

Sitting on the bed your legs stretched, on your shoulder so lovingly you kept my head, holding my face with your palms you kissed me on my forehead, embracing me in your arms you kissed me on both my eyes,

Left Behind?

Left Behind? sonnet poems

Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to

The Day Of Delight (Part-2)

The Day Of Delight (Part 2) short poem

This is my life, and I am watching the sky sitting on in this earth beside a lake, with a vacant mood; I think it’s the best time to feel the blessedness of this earth. A busy one can’t have

Way of life

Way of life prose poem

The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the

Finishing Well

Finishing Well short poem

Some men’s ships stall upon the sea for lack of sails For far too many times, I have seen great men derailed For far too long, I have heard the sound of David’s lament O, how the mighty have fallen

Essence

Essence long poem

Dawn of the monsoons it was, Heaven was already proclaiming its aphorism, Seemed to me as if god was performing an act of chastism. With a cup of tea near the window pane, The past reeling in front of my

Poems containing references to : Completion

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Shall we dance

Shall we dance ballad

Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.

Victim Of Mankind

Victim Of Mankind short poem

Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring

Love

Love short poem

Love carries a natural gust. Always fulfils souls’ thirst. Sees nothing but completion, Brings forth, that is hidden. Oh! It does, it does… Love knows no limits. It exists beyond infinite. It obeys no rules. It never makes one a

Life’s Tiles

Lifes Tiles prose poem

Paper shredding,streaming down like a waterfall at the side. Flowers begin to appear from the spring line. Mountains rise up from beneath the surface, no water at the bottom which will quench the path inside. Foaming with the hotness of

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

We are broken pieces, Pieces of art, Sometimes joined At the odd cracks, Hoping for completion. Sometimes we are glued To a piece so intricately Carved, so well we gel An illusion to dwell, An illusion to live, Until that

Re Union

Re Union prose poem

Human relations are complex in nature Relationships may sway extremes from in separable to invisible It takes years to understand and feel comfortable with each other It takes a moment to destroy the love and faith that was built over

Now That You Are Not There

Now That You Are Not There short poem

The growing insecurity , Increasing perplexity , The constant fear , With all those glares, The lost equilibrium ,of a balanced mind, Was it how this was destined? A bygone en-tropic side , With redundant mind , A Frivolous mannequin,

Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

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Abortion

Abortion short poem

The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass short poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions.

The Puddle

The Puddle prose poem

The ancient church all vintage stone and loved throughout the ages, was now more famous for something strange, and in all the local pages. A large sinkhole all filled with rocks and lots of other rubble, was on the grounds,

My Love For My Sister Sandra

My Love For My Sister Sandra short poem

You should be very proud of a phenomenal job raising three kids so well The oldest, Andreas, is so thoughtful with a heart of gold and a voice that is swell It was only a few days ago I saw

He Who Learns Must Suffer

He Who Learns Must Suffer short poem

Strange thoughts give words a pain. A mountain unfolds a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes must enter the gate to plot a path for history.Ideas have turned into stones. A violence erupts in long winter night. Nobody understands

Forgotten!

Forgotten! short poem

Do you know how it feels, to be a ragged doll? once bathed in splendour; now it’s dust – that’s all !!! Pretty black eyes that sparkled in awe, at each and everything she saw…. Now she lies in the

How Strange

How Strange short poem

Eye to eye Face to face I know the name But I just can’t trace the place I saw it in a dream Floating through the endless stream Of timeless immortals It’s on the tip of my tongue But it

Do You?

Do You? short poem

Do you keep your faith When you encounter a wraith? Or do you turn back and run, Leaving all work undone? Do you see light At the end of a fight? Or is it the pain Causing all disdain? Do

Meaning

Meaning short poem

Since all it began and people learnt; Since man got his name And gained all those earthly fame- The same history has been repeated again and again- Both good and bad; both hard and rapt; The blood, the blood- sometimes

Jesus Of The Bottom Line

Jesus Of The Bottom Line short poem

The man who mistook the money he made for time with his family the intimate touch of the edge of his desk as it dug into his butterfat belly when he slept every night embrace by his tooled leather belt

Holy Spirit

Holy Spirit long poem

whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

Wine Of Love

Wine Of Love short poem

Love is like an aroma of flowers, Stimulating the senses, Waking the ravenous hunger, Of an insatiable thirst for, Unhurried passion. A love lies beneath, That’s a light from within, With glowing embers of passion, Hearts racing in unison, Emotions

Bright Side

Bright Side short poem

Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you,

My Little Mo Jo Bag

My Little Mo Jo Bag long poem

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit short poem

Both of them are running from Aesop’s days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot them at running track Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Hope

Hope short poem

I have hope For without hope I’d be lost Among a sea of travelers Not knowing my journey On this planet We so fondly call earth I have hope For a future full of blessings And gratitude I have hope

Attachment

Attachment short poem

Happy and merry days flew fast like a jet,leaving me wondering was it all a day dream that happened Why am I not able to forget the past Knowing very well the bygone days can never return how come I

The Doldrums

The Doldrums long poem

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A

Inked

Inked prose poem

I’m closing a chapter …a mere turning of pages you may call it. Pages read and again, mulled, cried and laughed over. Bookmarked for life and hopelessly remembered, they’ll stay safe. Ever too often there will be a pretty breeze

Lover

Lover ode

Cast through the trees I’m standing alone I then feel your presence You slowly make it known You raise up my chin I capture your glow My eyes seal shut As you radiate my soul The warmth of your touch

Cupid With The ”o’

Cupid With The ”o’ short poem

No I am not some naked little winged boy shooting arrows, like water, my love for you flows. I will stand on a mountain like a cock in the morning that crows my love for you, echoes test my chest