Privacy Poems

Privacy poems bring the best collection of short and long privacy poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great privacy rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these privacy poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on privacy are here for you.

Behind A Door

Behind A Door prose poem

The circus of life runs behind a door. We sway in trapeze, fall on a safety net, balance the cycle of events and drive a car in closed globe. In real world the show always runs in a tent, cash

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

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Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

A Window Person

A Window Person short poem

She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to

The Eyes Of Heaven

The Eyes Of Heaven prose poem

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

Phrases From A Jilted Heart

Phrases From A Jilted Heart prose poem

I am me. No one can manage that , it’s difficult . I can’t be you as well. You hurt me,I forgive you. There is no place for guilt and regrets in my soul. I am raw. I am mud.

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City long poem

As I walked back to my house, i heard a stranger that passed me by mumbling numbly to himself about why a sidewalk will never unfold itself near the end of a routine and then become a fretwork of shadows.

Life is worth-less

Life is worth less short poem

Truly, this life is not worth living, the joy of death is privacy in the casket. What can mortal life render to the living other than; short-lived joy and protracted tumults in it’s basket of despair. What can out-live a

The Man, I Need

A girl of twenty I am, you will say, Not matured to search a man now, That’s the fault of your new specs, In old face; renew your face, not specs; Things changed a lot, you will see. Whole world,

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A Perfect Range

A Perfect Range ode

When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsible to grow Any person must

Let Me Go

Let Me Go sonnet poems

Time, time is but pain, Time is but a death sentence. There is nothing more to gain. Her soul has yet to meet my presence. I wait and wait for her, For she is the only one That can stop

A Name Of Clemency

A Name Of Clemency short poem

Belief will lynch all the vistas, one by one, for art of living, to break the silence of innocence. I will scream, when hurts bruise in temporal sleep, for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses wafting in eternal cliffs of truth

You And I

You And I short poem

I live with you and die with you My thoughts stick perennially to you. I savor your magnetic caresses and Enjoy it with each breath of my life. I am obsessed by your continual dreams Your presence fills me with

Love Lunacy

Love Lunacy short poem

Love Insanity It has no beginning, no end either Only an intrigue the ‘is’ its synonym She laughs on that state of mine Become mischievous, I will turn over new leaf Limit!That even reason seeks its foot prints For prostration

Dual Personality

Dual Personality long poem

Oh Man ! you exhibit your lone face outwardly but cleverly hide two more inwardly Outwardly you are seen to the naked Eye but your inward face often spins like two faces of the same coin without clarity You may

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Quest

Quest short poem

Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end

Bundle Of Mystery

Bundle Of Mystery short poem

A few years back, When I was in my shack; I had a sudden rendezvous with this man- The man who is the most Unbelievable bundle of mystery. Sans expectations, sans apt expression, But still longs for hidden passion. Searching

Collective Guilt

Collective Guilt short poem

For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict

Auburn Dawn

Auburn Dawn short poem

I believe, I had not arrived when you were arbitrating between naked steel and the truth. Violence were you. I was watching the burning pyres in a row. Small hands were collecting the ashes, casting glances on the falcons. Why

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

To M

To M elegy

Murmurs of laughs filling the gaps- of time and reality are his trademark. How can I not wonder about what’s next? Affability is something he easily conveys- but don’t let that let you get carried away! He can fence and

Total Beauty

Total Beauty short poem

Like the salt of life, giving flavor and seasoning to souls bland and blind You are not even aware, but you are like an unhidden city on top of a hill I see the light of your presence, flashing here

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Chaste Tree

Chaste Tree short poem

A poem writes my name. I am trembling on paper like salt. Flowing like moon on the black wound. The lamb and the skull. I know the saint invented by masses. You need a fresh awakening. A vastness from nothing

Splitting The Night

Splitting The Night short poem

Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the

The Merchant Handbook

The Merchant Handbook long poem

When in Spring with leaves turned to green Eyes, hands & face There lived one man with a thirst To live in the moment between space & time Selling his pots and pans to get by Although the years would

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada?

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada? short poem

Notwithstanding the obvious and comforting Exceptions (exceptions die hard, don’t they?) The tycoons of luxury are not so different from Those operating in any other market segment. In the globalized economy, where the smart ones learn Quickly how to circumvent

Father

Father short poem

His last breaths…. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain, but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go to

Enlightened Man

Enlightened Man short poem

Today I wish none of my old acquaintances speak to me My past life has trapped me in misery and I am totally immersed in pain Those past sweet memories have turned bitter and I wish the past life is

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

Longing

Longing short poem

Oh God I don’t believe you for irretrievable sins in me. My grandchild was asking why did you have to go? I had no answer. My eyes were damp. Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, will you come again? I was

March

March short poem

And then March arrives. Summer again. The neem trees smile, They have to flower, Only they can defeat the sun, And remind us, Once again, ‘I bear this for the earth to cool somewhere’ While others dry, droop and fall,

Missing!

Missing! long poem

I had a very close friend that once disappeared She’d gone missing a long time, for many years Fled one night to another state far away And hid incognito somehow to stay She left suddenly with her tow-headed daughter and

Dying Humanity

Dying Humanity short poem

I reached into the depths of my soul Plucked from the carnage The vestiges of my humanity Around me my brothers like bricks fall Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains Concern me this should Yet all that remains Is

To My Sister

To My Sister long poem

We have not got a lot of memories that are fond Do not share the norms of a family bond Lacking shared memories seen as fond Of times that we were happy for once Tied by blood, shared a home,

Things Adults May Frown Upon

Things Adults May Frown Upon long poem

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I Do Not Die

I Do Not Die short poem

Manipulating grief, dirty hands – open the lid, release images. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non