Realities Poems

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

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With

Parallel Realities

Parallel Realities long poem

Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide

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Poor We

Poor We short poem

Middle class mentalities and the dreams of diamonds Musical nights in the clubs with books of bibles Oceans of beauties but the horrible depths World adores the transparency of my breaths Quiet calm lips with the suspicious smiles Bare flawless

Wait

Wait short poem

do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering

Poems containing references to : Realities

Wax and wane

Wax and wane prose poem

Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I

Nocturnal Snowing

Nocturnal Snowing long poem

«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine!» Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion –maybe– for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other

Spontaneous Frisco Bay

Spontaneous Frisco Bay prose poem

San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth

How Could Things Have Turned Out Different?

How Could Things Have Turned Out Different? prose poem

How far back do you wish to go? Could the universe have failed to Big Bang? Could the galaxies have all failed to form? Could the sun have failed to be born? Could the moon have been to small? Or,

My Love

My Love short poem

Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only

Society And The Mind’s Eye

Society And The Minds Eye short poem

Dusted and faded, yellowed and cracked Yet overflowing with forgotten life, There are a hundred souls eager to reclaim The mind’s eye from an almost nothing. Quavering beneath the invisible ramparts And the omnipresent tower. Cold to idealism, yet basks

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

He Smiles

He Smiles short poem

I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words

Anything Is Possible.

Anything Is Possible. prose poem

Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

Voyages

Voyages prose poem

Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.

Find The Way

Find The Way short poem

It takes a hard surface to sharpen a knife. Neither surface is willing to give. Difficulties sharpen the way we live. When they are overcome, life holds more to give. The number one is uncontested. Number two denotes conflict. The

How Else Could It Have Gone?

How Else Could It Have Gone? short poem

How far back do you wish to go? Could the universe have failed to Big Bang? Could the galaxies have all failed to form? Could the sun have failed to be born? Could the moon have been to small? Or

I Think!

I Think! short poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless of our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but

The Field

The Field long poem

If you will be so kind To lend me your time, I’ll lead you on a climb Of the metaphysical kind; Just one cautionary rhyme — Don’t stand too close behind Your presently cherished paradigm. From various cosmic residences Arrive

Disasterpiece

Disasterpiece ballad

My thoughts echo through what once was the home of ideas in my mind defining me as who i want to be,when what was thought to be brilliance to the one lost and undefiled by the pseudo-realities of childhood whoare

I’ve Had Dreams.

Ive Had Dreams. prose poem

I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

Soaring

Soaring prose poem

Once again my mind takes flight . Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be. Different story lines as far as any mind’s eye can see. Dizzying vistas

To Be Young

To Be Young short poem

I can still remember, some of how it felt. The newness of things. Each day being a sunny day of newness. Exploration of what’s all around you. Exciting! I can still remember the thrill of it all. The thrill fades

Beauty of truth

Beauty of truth short poem

My corpse was melting down on Earth, fighting realities of life, I slept for years. . . Then, on my journey I found her love– and I woke up And start realising the beauty of truth……

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

Caught In The Spider’s Web

Caught In The Spiders Web prose poem

I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two

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Happy To Be Alive

Happy To Be Alive short poem

Happy to be alive I could not be happier to live in these great times And surviving another year to live this life with awesome friends like you guys Blessed to be the uncle of such beautiful kids who are

Stars Fade

Stars Fade short poem

The days are separating. I can count to a thousand and I’d still be waiting. When I look upon the stars, I see ours is fading. Devils I make within myself say you hate me. Well, I love you dear.

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep short poem

Last night the long stretch dream seemed so real I felt stranger in the morn’ going through the ordeal Those wood, those mountains, those valleys so steep All looked so near for the touch, feel and my keep And now

The New World Order

The New World Order short poem

Men have become immune to stress. Men have become resistant to mess. Who made you and me immune and resistant? It is the new world order don’t be so hesitant. A new world order where we play with bombs. Where

Hobby?

Hobby? short poem

What I am doing this time? I write something that ends with rhyme. When I’m alone, I get my guitar or a book Trying to read a poem and composing song with chords. Oh well this time I feel awesome

Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the

Love And Lust

Love And Lust long poem

A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our

The Abacist

The Abacist long poem

South America we’re up so high a kind of disintegratory layer some alchemist’s dream elements penetrating each other a stink of stone flows from the window I’ve been sick a week my flight left the only person who speaks to

Beyond Words

Beyond Words short poem

I searched in vain for the perfect word to explain to ensure it’s heard I searched and searched in the dictionary I ransacked all the vocabulary I dissected each word’s etymology But it seems it’s an impossibility some feelings can’t

The Dream

The Dream short poem

The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse short poem

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

Courage

Courage short poem

courage is but the wisdom to know the path to survival come storm or blizzard if you want to get there fast beat all your friends to the nearest location but if you want to go far invite all your

The Right Season

The Right Season short poem

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to