Possibilities Poems

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

The Colour Of Peace

The Colour Of Peace short poem

Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this

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Lying under the blanket of stars, I see so much more. I see myself riding the horse past the full moon On a clear starlit night. I see the possibilities of tomorrow, Shining bright. I see myself running alive among

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

In my mind I see it I believe it I can be it I am the great conqueror In my mind I can bask in it The accomplishment The battle won The victories The satisfaction in life The road travel

Moon Struck…

Moon Struck... short poem

I have put the darkness behind the burning flesh. This world was not very open. Stoically I lift the nameless grief and take a leap in the blind shaft. Morality had always been in contrast with enormous guilt. The adventure

Voyages

Voyages prose poem

Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.

Take A Break

Take A Break short poem

If your heart gets heavy you might need a break, waiting too long could be a fatal mistake, From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the lake, It’s hard to say when we will wake, Maybe never,

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

Poems containing references to : Possibilities

Self-awareness

Self awareness short poem

Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.

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

Nakedness

Nakedness short poem

Dying piece by piece in shock – a life without a mutiny. Walking amidst blue kraits you never raised the stick. Of extinct possibilities in the night of unmanned crossing- the blood streaked globe goes on revolving round the blazing

This Is My Stay

This Is My Stay prose poem

Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay

Your Lie In April

Your Lie In April prose poem

They say that when you fall in love, your world turns brighter. I never thought it would be true… At least, not until I met you. From the crest of the hill, I could see you looking off in the

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

Foolish Heart

Foolish Heart short poem

“Foolish Heart” The reflection of ourselves is what we look For in others that is where A mere Connection is born whether if It is tainted wickedness or pure kindness Just the thought alone that we can’t remain frozen over

The Legacy

The Legacy short poem

There is far too much evil in this long misused world, too much force-fed fear. Too many bent and broken lives adrift on a torrent of tears. Too many innocent children being brainwashed in too many crowded halls. Pointless graffiti

Other Childhood

Other Childhood long poem

It was my childhood, Beyond those memories, When I cross, I get to see that ocean, That never came out, Out of those boundaries, Boundaries of lashes, Lashes hiding behind, Behind all those smiles, Smiles that were meant to cry,

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes long poem

Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away

Can We Trust What We See?

Can We Trust What We See? prose poem

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real?

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

Outside The Box

Outside The Box short poem

What is truth? We live our lives being told what is true. Truths in science fall by the wayside when new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they? Religions will tell you their truths. Problem is few agree. So

Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation short poem

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

A Positive Man Muses

A Positive Man Muses long poem

I am a man with an Unreservedly positive frame of mind. Knowing that frames are fatefully important As matter and metaphor. I wear shirts chiefly made of roomy pockets Trope for optimism And space for the melange of likelihoods, On

From Perception To Consciousness

From Perception To Consciousness prose poem

When taking a line of action, important is to discuss, decide, understand and realize everything that is going on in the mind at the present moment in time. Most importantly over a period of time, present will become a thing

Love Formulas

Love Formulas prose poem

(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a

Prisoners

Prisoners short poem

I used to think that fish In little bowls and aquariums Were pitiful prisoners of men Deprived of freedom Defined by frontiers Hindered by limits But now I know that fish Might be happy in their prisons Able to explore

Proud

Proud short poem

Blasting my senses with lasting noise, The heat of the moment through pain and joy, A testament of strength to hold on tight, Another day gone and another left to fight. Pass me your glances of scorn or praise, Make

Truth, Justice And Evidences

Truth, Justice And Evidences long poem

Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A

I Saw You.

I Saw You. short poem

I saw you walking down the road Into the mundane Could I hold you back a little into a diversion a moment of indulgence unpredictably startling smile on your face and a sweet memory that will make the mundane extraordinary..

Woke

Woke long poem

I am happy and honored to embrace it. Never again will I refuse to face it. This world is not my home, I am linked to the stars. Tho’ my feet on Earth do roam, My power flows from afar

Matter

Matter long poem

Stop laughing Start crying Stop trying Start dying Giving up Now giving in All because you think you can’t win This race isn’t yours You don’t keep score Anymore You hit the floor You say “I can’t and won’t take

Matters Of The Heart

Matters Of The Heart prose poem

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

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Fooled

Fooled short poem

I believed it…. The hate was gone… I felt so strong… Deeply deceived… That monster inside…. Still alive…. I’m chained to this grief…. But this truth is relieving… My darkness is peace… Under this smile… Lies the wrath of a

Atmosphere

Atmosphere short poem

I gotta keep going , even if I can’t stay on that one road I will go on and on So even if I am wrong I have people around me that push me back there On my way to

Goodwill 1969

Goodwill 1969 short poem

Send me your sons And ask not why. Give them a hug And say goodbye. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill. I will take your sons And teach them to kill. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill: Explain

Love: It’s A Choice To Make

Love: It’s A Choice To Make long poem

Love, beautiful and vibrant as we know, Each of us experiences this as we grow, The emotions they say one can’t hide, But does love also have a darker side? It makes us laugh, it takes us high, But does

Silent Words

Silent Words short poem

Silent words… “Silence speaks more than words” Whoever said this is a complete nerd. Why is it that we always have to say something, But we fall short of words and end up saying nothing??? If silence says everything Then

Another New Year

Another New Year prose poem

Count your blessings you’re still here it’s 2018 another wonderous year. 2017 has passed us by ain’t it truly funny how time can really fly. Was 2017 a scream or just routine? Did it make you hoot and holler, kept

Life Cycle

Life Cycle short poem

I rouse from the lap of ocean.. rose up down now and than… flew on on the wings of clouds.. walk play and commit many fouls… Collide with mighty mountains.. feeling cavalier..without any pain… a sudden my tears rushing down