Programmed Poems

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

Twice Programmed

Twice Programmed prose poem

I was born here. You were born there. I was raised here. You where raised there. I was educated here. You were educated there. I have my beliefs. You have your beliefs. We do not agree. We may go to

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The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

An Empty Soul

An Empty Soul prose poem

When I awoke that fatal day I knew there was something amiss the agonizing striking pain doubled me over on the cold floor My eyes began to well with tears and gushed down like a rushing waterfall a cold eerie

Free Like Music

Free Like Music short poem

I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free

Urania

Urania short poem

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost long poem

The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Unimaginable

Unimaginable short poem

Routine Life has no string attached to it Everything is planned for the day It is presumed things move as programmed involvement in the daily chorus smacks the Human sensitivity each one is busy for fulfilling the days obligation Day

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A Man Without A Soul

A Man Without A Soul short poem

A different day, Is about to start… Another day, To make it last… As the sun, Creeps over the horizon… I’ll find my way, Back to fun…! As the day will grow old, I’ll be moving on… Away from the

Stranger to your mysteries

Stranger to your mysteries long poem

It so happens. these days, I come to you with forgotten sails, with abandoned poems, with a heart worn away by the salt of this world. It so happens that I arrive at your door empty-handed. I have nothing to

Failed Performance

Failed Performance short poem

For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An

Beauty Created!

Beauty Created! long poem

Awesomeness incorporated in thee: beauty created, Creations agape look at thee splendidly designed! Stars of the sky shower their grandeur in awe, Mountain ranges tilted a little by thy beauty dazed, Greenery with its children paint fecundity ‘cross the horizon,

My Soul Is Yours

My Soul Is Yours sonnet poems

Come take my soul lend me your heart for just a day maybe so I can find solace – I need some peace in my life from the running cup –

Immaculacy

Immaculacy short poem

Consensual drop. White bougainvilleas were falling on green eyes, as I climb the sun. Not a loss. The seeds will carry an image of a fallen hero on the hairy chest of a spilled sperm- into the rippled lake of

Inhuman Act

Inhuman Act short poem

We often don’t think of the danger ahead while on Road We take it for granted mishaps occurs only for others We never put ourselves in the position of an accident victim We rush to the spot where accident has

Balanced Spectacle

Balanced Spectacle short poem

Like trees bend In the wind To protect the roots that hold The soil still and mold Be flexible Balanced spectacle Flow with the breeze Remain at ease Protect your steps Never collapse Flexibility is a must With a life

You Said…

You Said... short poem

You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t

Lady In White

Lady In White short poem

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

When Moon Will Be The Moon

When Moon Will Be The Moon short poem

Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The

Winning

Winning short poem

Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

If A Pillow Could Talk

If A Pillow Could Talk ballad

If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am. If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.

These Walls

These Walls prose poem

They’re always closing in. These walls seem to have sick minds of their own as they begin to crush me. I am one thing here. I am one person here. What I want is not most very important, dear. But

Wishes

Wishes short poem

Nothing was beholden. Colony counts were perfect. You were never guaranteed and exit. I am stalked by lips of a black tulip holding a moonbeam. The world moves wearing a shell of emptiness in a cosmos, inviolable. Aggrandizement beyond the

My Soul Was Whipped At First Sight

My Soul Was Whipped At First Sight short poem

Hazel eyes and long curls of chocolate hair, these were just what caught me first. Clean skin, unspoiled, never marred by the crooked calloused hands of man. She was and always will be the paragon of beauty, and to only

Lost loved ones

Lost loved ones prose poem

I have lost loved ones and it broke my heart, so I asked, Lord Why did they have to part. As I started to sigh with tears in my eyes, I looked to the sky and heard a voice inside.

Native Land

Native Land long poem

When you are in your native land Suddenly meeting an uncertain hour of setting winter eventide in clumsy manner, When the determined darkness striding too fast Mingles with receding rays of days last sun That down over crimson void. You

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

Tenuous Sinew

Tenuous Sinew short poem

The shadow crawls across the room and slips behind the door I sit and light a fire in the middle of the floor The fire burns brightly but I want more Smoke fills the room and an apparition of golden

A Big Idea?

A Big Idea? short poem

The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find

Night Fury

Night Fury short poem

Vaccumed into my skin , I couldn’t breathe in the storm , so be it . You have me whole , without a doubt. The distant between us ripped our souls apart , Barely holding on to our memories hoping

Power Mongers

Power Mongers short poem

Power empowers a man To wear a crown of office A symbol of high status That stuffs man with vitality That differs him from equality. A crown of material value May dwindle as the human body Shrinks as to the

Scrutiny

Scrutiny short poem

It spurs the hope in absent voice for a deaf ear. You will wash the ancestor’s prism for a natural death of a fault. Through me I skim the frozen lake of tears. Maybe I will watch the tree for

Life A Cycle

Life A Cycle short poem

Life has lots of phases, some awesome some tough days. It has a lesson in every stage,no matter how hard those. You will not get time to do those,which is pending since long days. New day ,new task ,new problems

Rhyme On L N Singh

Rhyme On L N Singh short poem

One of the men who I always did brawl, He did the same with me when I did sprawl Against him in and around the school wall. But I loved him as he supported in my fall. He always who

Traces

Traces prose poem

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

Knuckled Down

Knuckled Down short poem

Fearing the haze of ending this body does not behave now. Puppet show was over. Punch – drunk we move amidst the psychopaths, who were foraging the aroma from armpits. Loincloths hanging on the strings to strangle the pigeons. Everything

Why…

Why... short poem

Why the heartburn, why the despondency why the delusional self, why the desperateness why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness why the agony of loss, why the desolation why the wild flight of imagination why the unfulfilled dreams why