Preserverance Poems

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

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

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White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Leap Of Faith

Leap Of Faith long poem

Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn’t matter And who’s sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt They all

The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

The Circles

The Circles prose poem

Looked at the outside of steel window Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air What the news was brought in the feelings! Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor. Waiting for the light in

Mental War

Mental War short poem

Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down. With my mental illness its a showdown. Im having a meltdown. I try to breakout of a breakdown. But it gets worse i freak out. It gets too much i black

One Wish

One Wish short poem

If there ever was a time, in some dream or alternate state A time where I was happy, where I didn’t hold all of this hate. A place without feeling this constant hurt, no regrets weighing heavy on my peace

Walking On The Road Ahead

Walking On The Road Ahead prose poem

They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina long poem

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

In Memorium– Lest We Should Forget

In Memorium   Lest We Should Forget prose poem

Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In

The Perfect Stranger

The Perfect Stranger short poem

Just yesterday a stranger walked by “Hello,” he echoed to me And all I did was simply smile A few more lines he did say I did not mind, for a stranger he was. He came close and said to

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall over the temple grounds A full moon expressionless without a sound Grudgingly grants its pale luminance Obviously tired of its nightly performance A starry canopy of quietness and tranquility Punctuated by harmonious chanting of such gentility Silhouettes of monks

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,

Sleeplessness

Sleeplessness short poem

Through the elements of fear in faith you become vulnerable to conversing legends. The reclining god was stolen from the temple for a weeping skull. Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes in

Suddenly

Suddenly short poem

suddenly I stood still in time I mean the air breathed for me the sky fed me and I quietly absorbed everything that was offered floated in awareness saw what I had not seen ever before felt infinite spaces between

Life…

Life... short poem

Without doubt, I often ask what life is all about, And if I so may say, It seems much like a theatre play. With humor, a comedy, Without… a tragedy. Hypocrisy we get for free, Sincerity, costly for both you

Bankrupt

Bankrupt long poem

Though I belong to the Middle class possessing hardly any liquid cash thought of invalid notes sent shiver in my spines Losing the currency in one stroke set a psychological upheaval in my mind Thoughts of whether I really had

Still I Love You

Still I Love You short poem

Since the very first day Till now My feelings havent changed Yes i still love you Only i know what i been thru Waited for your reply From the night till the sky turned blue Never paid attention what others

Brief Case

Brief Case ode

Cleaned once again, my small, ash-color, brief case, That I used to take with me, on all my voyages. Ash, I liked not, but happened to be the one, I had, As none else, so small and compact, for my

In The Name Of…

In The Name Of... short poem

As innocents mouth your name and whisper of war, In twisted martyrdom you unwisely invest. Mortality will come knocking at your door, And terrified minds will be put to rest. All the killing in religion’s name, Will guarantee a swift

The Seeds Of Love

The Seeds Of Love short poem

The pomegranate burst apart in a shower of purple-red spray and blunt red teeth disproving the chic appeal of white upholstery we cleaned the crime scene long hours on our knees soaking cloths with tart white vinegar and dabbing away

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

Ray Of Hope

Ray Of Hope short poem

Towards the acme, Blistering blizzards, Come no more, Irritating hazards. Trekking day, And night, Up and down, Searching for light. Tired and thirsty, The Great misfortune, Climbing and climbing, When will I seek good fortune. Walking and walking, The harsh

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

Back To The Start

Back To The Start short poem

Sometimes we’re Adam and Eve again Sharing guileless our delight Sometimes our hearts collide unchecked Drinking in each other’s sight Sometimes the Earth feels very old And we in it deserve our place Sometimes our mingled breaths unite To form

Time

Time short poem

Saw us come, watched us grow Will witness the day we must go…on Saw us through the wounds we beared Shared the tears we shed For all we cared… Lent us smiles that warmed our hearts Never asked to be

The Waiting

The Waiting short poem

The railway track was alone today, No whistling train, no passenger on their way, I sat there watching for long, no baggage, no gong, The light post flickered more than every day, I held his post card from the distant

Purple Daze

Purple Daze short poem

Sunshine haze over milky blue Ocean reflects white horses rolling wave Sea gulls squawk as they glide on warm winds effortlessly, above the port were boatmen slave Splendour azure skies trapping the contours of forests, behind cliffs tallest and brave

Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story short poem

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

Poetry That Speaks For Itself

Poetry That Speaks For Itself short poem

I listen to the words of the song that the blind blues player sings Sweat running down his face, neck muscles in a tight strain Sounding as if he’s lived every word he is singing I feel the sting in

Let go

Let go short poem

When you ripped my mind and watched the fragments fly up around all over, I wonder how the frozen weightlessness of my memories of our past made you feel. Smiling, I let you go, while you still tried to melt

Pronouns

Pronouns short poem

I wrote about him, They instantly recognized him. I wrote about her, They immediately traced her. I talked about them They felt relieved, This time it was a plural. If a face is needed for each pronoun, Let it be!

A Sad Dream

A Sad Dream short poem

My love I’m in a dreadful dream Drifting in an empty lie. Quickly loosing time As the seasons fly by I continue to tell my self that there is nothing wrong. As if the world never rained. I dream the

Believe the night’s exquisite silk

Believe the nights exquisite silk short poem

Dream the dreams that once had tip-toed softly through your sleep Dream of the immeasurable, so silent and so deep, Believe in the impossible, yet be prepared to doubt Your whispers are just dreams of night that haven’t learned to

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

You Are The One…

You Are The One... short poem

You are the one, who makes me laugh, You are the one, who makes me cry, My heart throbs for you, My soul longs for you, I desperately need you by my side. Through summer, through autumn, I need you

Again Falling In Love

Again Falling In Love short poem

I don’t belong to me, to you, to her, to him. Who are you, I ask myself again falling in love for a tender shoot, uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners? I was watching a small birdie hopping against

A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage