Ram Poems

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

Aries

Aries short poem

Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is short poem

Well I AM WHO I AM and you can like me Or leave me I really don’t give a damn I am a hot-blooded Aries through and through And I will have my way if it’s the last thing I

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Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis prose poem

Who am I? I mull over my identity… And I ponder Each one of us in this society, Belongs to a ‘religion’… To a set or a group, And each set of people Have their ‘rules of conduct’ Have own

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

A Girl’s Stride Along The Masculine Road

A Girls Stride Along The Masculine Road long poem

All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled

Crush

Crush short poem

A lovely day With a bit sun ray, Green area with tree Corner full of bee, Roaming to collect honey. Nothing felt well When my pocket is out of money. Felt so sad But not so bad. Went on the

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Community Vitality

Community Vitality ode

Community divisions Shatter all livings Trust, respect and honor One and each other You do not need a donor You need a good mother Kids would learn by watching Much more than they learn by listening The value of trust

Double Minded Man

Double Minded Man short poem

A double minded man is unstable in all his ways, His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days. Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed, His very own soul will be his final cost. He wants

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

The Prussian Blue Kite

The Prussian Blue Kite ballad

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

Oh, Stop Talking

Oh, Stop Talking short poem

Oh, stop talking! Day and night uproar, uproar, useful thoughts are swayed away, your ‘I’ inundates my ear, room, existence.. Listen now the whisper of air, reply of dancing leaves, songs of Robin, flattering of bees, and tunes of a

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

Supernatural

Supernatural long poem

inside my brain lest I refrain lies a deep impulse to explode the notion of love that comes from heaven above I was given this gift as a child with pad and pen & a need to pretend hands, heart,

Existence

Existence short poem

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

A Chat With Nature

A Chat With Nature short poem

I placed my feet upon the sands of time I took the walk through the rainbows beneath the sunshine I layed siege in the garden of roses with a strong vine I painted a future with the sweet berries from

Mum Missing From Home

Mum Missing From Home short poem

There just aren’t enough words for me to describe How much you are missed and how much I now cry A vital piece is now missing at home When I enter the house and I’m all alone When you were

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

Sorry

Sorry prose poem

You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I

Renaissance

Renaissance short poem

Will you tell me what it was the unknown of the known? When you step into the eyes of stangers you start talking without uttering a single word. Give me back the body, of dark pink matter to understand the

Do Not Look At Me With Those Eyes

Do Not Look At Me With Those Eyes short poem

Do not look at me with those eyes Don’t pity me, I don’t need it Don’t speak of encouragement I am not discouraged Don’t console me I am not depressed Don’t give me your cold shoulder I am not alone

Speed Trap

Speed Trap short poem

Speed is a very Worrisome thing It can make you cry And it can make you sing It can get you there fast It can win you the race But when blue lights pull you over It’s a slap in

Yellow Hope

Yellow Hope short poem

The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing

Pseudonym

Pseudonym short poem

Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel short poem

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

Guiding Light – My Teacher

Guiding Light   My Teacher long poem

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,

Why Do You Run?

Why Do You Run? prose poem

Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

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

In The Pale Moonlight

In The Pale Moonlight short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you

Dream Of You

Dream Of You short poem

Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt

Refugees

Refugees short poem

My sword all the way to the hilt heavy as insomniac eyelids frogs burrowing out of red mud fields the blade rust red and fleeing amphibians leaking blood my rebar staff my knuckles barked curse of psoriasis the yellow and

A Facilitator’s Journey

A Facilitators Journey short poem

Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,

Prognosis

Prognosis short poem

Did you foresee it? It was coming. The freaked guilt of failed attempt to get yourself kissed by a flame in the androgynous temptation of dark. One legitimate delay in dying of moon’s tears? The weather had fizzled out during

Grains Of Sand

Grains Of Sand prose poem

History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was

Fallen

Fallen short poem

There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling

Happiness

Happiness short poem

A child’s smile, the tinkle of a bell Makes me sound happy and well The breeze that passes by Takes me away from this world My worries are lifted I’m no more coy I feel the joy I like to

Private Moorings

Private Moorings short poem

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk

The Muddle

The Muddle short poem

Craving though strong but unable to discern Await relevant pointer a call for what I yearn Inconceivable as of now with time guess resolve A purpose to existence and culpability absolve Bestowed while ample still something’s amiss Nagging at the