Positioning Poems

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

America’s Bird

Americas  Bird prose poem

In all honesty, the extent of my turkey knowledge is their unique sound and their great taste. Come Thanksgiving and Christmas, turkey fragrance fills the house and nothing goes to waste. I know that the dove has symbolic meaning, one

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Hallucination!

Hallucination! long poem

I see the handsome man by my side Wrapping cold his hands around my waist Facing my view with eye to eye levels Pasting his chest against mine Clever he, for feminine my taste Smart me to twist calling it

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Mother Nature And Us

Mother Nature And Us short poem

Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again

Truly me

Truly me short poem

The forest in me dim and bright The sun sparkles gold in my mind, When brooks of feelings swell Like leaves greenish I dwell, Immersed in colors of flowers Roam in the wind of thoughts Till my songs are rippling

I Love This Lovely Pain

I Love This Lovely Pain short poem

Years have passed, And days are going on. I am still standing alone, Making myself firm as stone. Engraved in me deep desire, My heart knows it will ever acquire. It knows you’ll never come, But you have my life

Non – ‘I’

Non   I short poem

I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by

Warning Signs

Warning Signs long poem

It’s time to wake up world, read between the lines and start paying attention to the Warning Signs. Why are there so many disasters coming back to back, it seems Mother Earth is on the attack And it’s a shame

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to

The Lane Of Loneliness

The Lane Of Loneliness prose poem

I have been on this lane before, I have seen the disdain and more, I have known this dark alley These dark labyrinths, The stark deserted streets, I was that lonely lark Looming high upon the street, The street of

Art Is Free

Art Is Free short poem

A texture of flour coating her skin ashy, she’d say, her body shifting as if to rise but just as happy pressed gently into the bed my fingers spread across the cushion of her belly and tickling a glissando over

The God

The God short poem

“i am no Ram, i am no Rahim, I am no Jesus, i am just your dream”, I am the thought, i am the fear, Sometimes in your smile, sometimes in tears. I am not a father who till the

Draw Close Together

Draw Close Together short poem

Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned

Goons

Goons short poem

Tux, ties, tuxedo Gun fires, they echo Drug, bribe, tobacco Yacht, boats, torpedo All trolls, the mohawks Haircuts, them dreadlocks Never legit, neither original New fashioned, invisi-balls Classic hats No baseball cap Black neat coat No hoodies, cloak The fags

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

The Blindside

The Blindside short poem

Did you know that Never knew none To know what’s what Poem let be done. Primitive the people Of the early days So is religion Founded yesterday. Media is a set-up Government is a fraud Churches, pure business Well-played, applaud.

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus short poem

The Legend of Procris and Cephalus. based on a painting in the London National gallery “A satyr mourns the death of a nymph “, painting by Pierro de Cosimo Who is this maiden sleeping here This beauty she is dead

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

My Love

My Love short poem

You blessed my solitude, Like a heavenly melody. With the warmth of your embrace, You showed me eternity. My memories are made sweeter, With your presence. My life is now divine, Since you are so pure. You, my greatest truth,

C’mon Buddy

Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

The Lost Soldier

The Lost Soldier long poem

The lost soldier; He used to be a family’s shoulder Things happened that made him colder And act like a boulder Looking older Than his age Caused by rage And the many phases And stages Of his life The many

My Love

My Love long poem

My love I saw you and my mind changed I lost words right in your eyes Found love in your eyes You completely turned my words of hatred to that of love You’re my foreign land because every time I

A Walk In The Woods

A Walk In The Woods short poem

A walk in the woods. Thunder in the distance. Lighting dancing, edging dark clouds. Soft rain thru the pines. Boughs dripping in the pond. Birds sounding bird talk. Many languages to be heard. Frogs in the pond announcing their attendance.

Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

Well you swear up and down this morning I told you I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you last night… Well I must have been drunk off my ass and desperate to get

Life’s Foresight

Lifes Foresight short poem

Spirited Life is sweet morose life is sour calm life is steady Angry life is misery Smiling life is refreshing Condition of mind dependence upon one’s Life’s conduct If fickle minded , Life is uncertain If a happy mind, Life

One Silver Bowl

One Silver Bowl short poem

Will you save me when I take the call of the lake? The swishing depth was inviting me for a plunge in the purple pool. How deep was the pain of a mountain? The domain was again ailing with subtle

My White Rose

My White Rose short poem

My white rose let me take you in my arms Let me kiss you like real thirsty dew drop Love has to follow declared beauty norms Love in its intensity remains but non stop My white rose let me kiss

Two

Two short poem

Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear

The Red Carnation

The Red Carnation prose poem

She tiptoed lightly down the stairs, so quietly and some pause. At only eight, it was quite clear, her sight was on a cause. Her mother’s drawing pad, her brushes, and her paints; her goal to leave behind a painting,

Eternal Wait

Eternal Wait short poem

Fear of becoming sane inherits the hate of earth. I wake up in the rains of time. Fire of soul extracts the thought shapes like stark naked truth in the desert of pain – unbirthing the child of wisdom. I

In The Spring

In The Spring short poem

When you come back to me in the spring, I will bestow all my love upon you, also well-being. Locking you in the depth of my heart without any will, I will fulfill all your dreams with dazzling smile. Deep

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel prose poem

Hi Daniel, There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would

What Is Yet To Come?

What Is Yet To Come? ode

What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I

A Beautiful World

A Beautiful World short poem

Why do people think the world’s going to end when they say that God is their friend? They pray Gods kingdom come to earth as in heaven so mixed up so full of leaven. How can this be how will

Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking short poem

Wish I show my back to my set backs Wish I Cry out to control my Happiness Wish I Laugh at myself when in sorrow Wish I acknowledge my incompetence Wish I weep for others failure Wish I Smile at

Their Me V/s Real Me

Their Me V/s Real Me short poem

Standing alone here, As a porcelain doll On me have taken a toll All those years Of shed tears In being what they wanted me to I hid my identity true And now I stand here bemused Finding it tough

The God Of Conflict

The God Of Conflict short poem

The story isn’t old The plot will everlast The place was still and cold The plague was spreading fast The people had a sign Their high priest had a task They tore their robes in sin He wore his holy

Ramblings

Ramblings short poem

Untouched by words aloof from emotions dipped in water, but not wet blown by air, but not dry cold in heat, hot in cold detached from surroundings formless like smoke roaming from one place to another like a nomad, a

You Are Strong

You Are Strong short poem

Each day was not so different, But one fine day everything started to take on colours The world seemed to be a beautiful place to live on, But this lasted not long. Leaving all his promises, He bade you a

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Too Proud

Too Proud short poem

The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall