Realism Poems

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

Paradigm Of Chaos

Paradigm Of Chaos short poem

Cast your gaze upon this earth; The home of man, And a million others. The days are past, when we wallowed in dirt; Fragile and helpless, prey To nature’s hunters. Observe us now- We thrive in shallow ecstasy; Blissfully unaware

Imagination

Imagination short poem

Imagine the dark opening forth light imagine the light breaking forth sun with beaming of rays upon the morn could it be as a darkening storm Imagine and insect on a fallen leaf Imagine the drunken sot asleep on the

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Fatigue Of Wasted Years

Fatigue Of Wasted Years short poem

The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold

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Desire

Desire short poem

In the midst of my dreams , I saw a desire floating by, It stretched its hands, Beckoning me to rescue it, But, I moved on indifferent. Time passed and I dreamt another dream, Another desire begged to me, I

Thought of You

Thought of You short poem

Everything that I said I’d do got lost when I met you I didn’t do anything I was set out to do because my time was spent on you What I gained from it , I don’t know but I

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

A Man Of Dust

A Man Of Dust short poem

Blowing winds are your home  on the streets  you walk The earth is where you live    and rest on the rock . Iron,no doubt, is strong    but then, iron gets rust down to earth you stay    You

To Gift

To Gift short poem

When I see you, I feel nobody around me, I get mesmerized in you, Because you’re so beautiful, You are the princess of my life, I’m the one who loves you the most, I promise that I will be always

The Rhyme Of Life

The Rhyme Of Life short poem

Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And

My Life

My Life short poem

My Life My life as I feel barren leaves of a tree in summer awaiting to blossom like jasmine buds in the early monsoon My life as I feel an empty vast field in hot summer withers every hope of

Kill The Smartphone

Kill The Smartphone prose poem

Cold fingers, glowing face Head down, thumbs up Red eyes, watery and strained Our heads ache from the new emperor’s reign. There’s buzzing pockets A reminder that it’s always there and the people on the other side demand our attention

Nightmare

Nightmare short poem

sometime I watch the fear held aloft by you, possessed, you try to protect yourself from you in vain, very thirsty, white hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust their need for clouds in blue eyes, pale fountain gives up tumult

Where have all the sparrows gone

Where have all the sparrows gone short poem

All was silent before the appointed hour then there came a faint hint of light the light engulfed everything living and dead and then the sun rose like a yellow orb but it was all silent still except for the

Painted Peeptoes

Painted Peeptoes short poem

Painted peeptoes look up to me winking through their narrow slits, see me flit and traipse around towards my errands that I must run. Cut and peel and cook and clean scrub and wash squeaky clean, mirrors and glasses polished

A piece of paper

A piece of paper short poem

The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually

Inferno

Inferno short poem

Speaking of our troubled times, Incensed, enraged, the crowd seeks revenge. Reason drowned, Untruths pitted against individual. My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity, point-blank you ask the question. Give me a chance to recover I am deeply perturbed today. Mist

Attention Crusaders

Attention Crusaders long poem

There’s a saying I know well, The road to hell, Is paved with good intentions, Pay attention crusaders, Freedom fighters, And bigot haters, When I was young, At heart and in mind, My kind of justice, Was just as true,

Coroner’s Corona Over Lady’s Viennese Trees

Coroners Corona Over Ladys Viennese Trees prose poem

Titles, titles, titles, all she won was titles Lengthening her debuts at piano recitals Lengthening the doctor’s verification of her vitals Narrowing her gape Her cosmopolitics tightening ‘Til all was television and art-deco sex Her untangling the day’s trinkets from

Hope

Hope english poems

When darkness reigns, And the light is quite dim… A small voice says ‘hope’, There is lot more to be seen…! It will neither be the end, Nor will it be the beginning… Unless one is steadfast, To embrace what

An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care

An Honest Poets Life Is Full Of Care sonnet poems

Now to myself this comes as some surprise I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song My rusty hand’s in need of exercise For I’ve been far too lazy for too long In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days I’ve watched

Environment And Nature

Environment And Nature long poem

How glittering is the sea With a wealth of beauty; But to keep her clean it’s our duty How vast is her existence And all her wealth therein But our chance of protecting them Are far too thin She can

Moon’s Shadow

Moon’s Shadow short poem

The path was becoming pathless after seeking the deluge. Gunslingers were climbing on trees to shoot the white doves. There were ice needles in my eyes to check the inheritance of height. Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed. You

Do You Trust The Numbers?

Do You Trust The Numbers? short poem

Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust

Four Seasons

Four Seasons prose poem

There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky

Apathy

Apathy long poem

The dry leaves cover the ground, soon the snow will fall , In the Winter of my life, I know I am there, Everything is so bleak, but I just don’t care. People killing others, for no reason at all,

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

For You Beloved

For You Beloved short poem

Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into

Forever And A Day

Forever And A Day short poem

I got a pen and a paper and am going to use it I know hip- hop and Afro and am going to fuse it I love music and poetry and am going to flux it Sometimes bad emotions ticking

Woman Thou Art Precious

Woman Thou Art Precious short poem

Woman thou art precious Do not disdain it as something trivial Defer not its presence Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure Let not the doctor’s scalpel panic you Woman thou art precious Hear not to frightening

The Forbidden Love

The Forbidden Love short poem

Somewhere between hell and heaven I will be with you because being with you is too forbidden to be in heaven but too peacful to be in hell somewhere between truth and lies our relationship will have a name because

Fear Of Flying

Fear Of Flying short poem

In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question

Shakuntala: A Reflection!

Shakuntala: A Reflection! short poem

She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,

Gray

Gray short poem

Blender of black and white together, extremities, that never wanna meet ever Now became an existence, have an exclusive type of resistance Are you able to find ? more is black or it’s white How can one keep forever, the

Rose

Rose short poem

If A flower be So Beautiful, Colourful And Fragrant As the Rose, It Will need All the thorns To ward off Transgressors And, Protect Its honour!

The Ride

The Ride short poem

Old sense of exhilaration for the spirit to soar free To be one with elements on an aimless kind spree No destination so to say nothing planned as such Tad touch of spontaneity & escapade a sole crutch Legs straddling

Ours

Ours short poem

If we cannot love how can we experience If we continue to hate how can we generate peace If we proceed to lie how can we find truth If we find justice in wickedness what is righteousness If we don’t

Taste Like Apricot

Taste Like Apricot short poem

My sweetheart you look like an apple I feel your flavor and taste like apricot In grace and style you are like an angel Love and your beauty are in love knot Your red juicy cheeks have salty taste Your

I Never Fell In Love With You

I Never Fell In Love With You prose poem

I never fell in love with you Not even the first time I asked if you wanted to see a movie And you looked up at me with that smile and said, “Are you asking me on a date?” And

Last Night

Last Night prose poem

Last night while the breeze touched my face and moonlight was bright, Last night when I accidently woke up to the soft light on my face, I suddenly remembered that as a little girl I always wanted to stare at

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall

Whispers Of The Blossoming Fall short poem

Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of