Recognition Poems

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

My Real Life Story

My Real Life Story short poem

‘Yes I write poems ‘ I said But no one was ready to accept . When I wrote my first poem ‘MY DEATH’ , everyone were shocked . But still my poem rocked . I just needed encouragement , I

Worthiness

Worthiness short poem

We seldom recognise good qualities of fellow human , when alive We determines his stature by his negative streaks We put down him at the slightest opportunity We see only the devilish quality and not the Divine quality in him

Poems containing references to : Recognition

Flying Fisherman

Flying Fisherman short poem

Winging my way through the air; high in the Cascade Mountain Range. With a serene wilderness lake just below me. Reflecting an exquisite brilliant sunrise of various shades of yellows, oranges, and golden hues. Reflected upon the glassy placid surface.

Will You Bring Me Back?

Will You Bring Me Back? short poem

Will you bring me back? Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world? Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore; All my happiness-I have already sold. I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval, Accepting all that the world has

The Lane Of Loneliness

The Lane Of Loneliness prose poem

I have been on this lane before, I have seen the disdain and more, I have known this dark alley These dark labyrinths, The stark deserted streets, I was that lonely lark Looming high upon the street, The street of

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault long poem

Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face

Tribute To A Philanthropist

Tribute To A Philanthropist long poem

Though by birth born in a caste predominantly of business class where Goddess Lakshmi loves to reside, He grew up in the company of sacred caste predominantly of learned class where Goddess Saraswathi would settle Right from his tender age

Sisyphus Eternal

Sisyphus Eternal prose poem

Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to

Vanity

Vanity short poem

Men are different, I have seen, Not only by sight, but by mind. My choice is not her choice And my decisions are not his But we are all equal in front of God. My pain is that I suffer

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman prose poem

For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality

Just A Myth Until She Became Reality prose poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Personality

Personality prose poem

Not everybody becomes famous Some fizzle out without trace Some acquire recognition but not total popularity Very few wins the heart of all gaining unprecedented devotion Charisma stems from the root of genes Some are introvert and shy and cant

Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer long poem

One day a book materializes And floats off store shelves; The other side of earthly farewells, It describes and tells. Upon its arrival, It trends and goes viral; There’s no literary rival – Life’s AfterParty is the title. THE DEFINITIVE

Enough

Enough long poem

Do the work- just do the work I agreed and began early to do the work- make art- create beauty Allow the inspiration to flow- act on it and manifest my vision of heaven Even if it is abstract. In

Or Are We Bots?

Or Are We Bots? prose poem

Fill out the CAPTCHA. Prove you’re not a human. There are so many stupid humans spamming the site It’s gibberish – you can tell it’s a human because they can’t write. When bots do it there is soul and calculation

Why?

Why? short poem

Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their

Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Black Eyed Peace

Black Eyed Peace poetry books

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth long poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

The Trailblazer

The Trailblazer short poem

Comprehensive to common minds yet impressive. Creative writing demands appreciating. His composition is his recognition. Unknown to this world his designation. Nor noted he’s deserted. Exiled deep in oceans of literature, Get him a defibrillator. Too less like him left,

Buried Effort

Buried Effort short poem

A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.

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A Memory Of Her

A Memory Of Her short poem

It has been many long years Since you’ve been gone, And I’ve cried painful tears Before every break of dawn. I’ve lost all my cheers And gained only fears. From this feeling arrears. I walked alongside pioneers; Drowned my sorrow

Music

Music short poem

Switch on The tape recorder Let the music begin… Do not touch The pause, Fast forward, Stop, Eject, Or, the Rewind buttons! Let the music Flow at its Usual pace! I do not Want to rush Into my future By

When The World Is Burning

When The World Is Burning short poem

When the sun burns And the world screams Do you wish for rain? I like it when it screams The world, what does it scream? Can’t you hear the reason for being here? Don’t let it fall Forget the rain

Enunciation

Enunciation short poem

Entering into hypersonic gridlock you become one of the crowd; remain devastated, slip into unconciousness, defer to a calibrated emblem and speak untainted. The debris was taking to the street. The trees were drinking from geyser basins, mutated restraint. The

The Grief Within

The Grief Within short poem

I have lost myself in some dark corner A corner with unknown path Buried in some sepulchre Such is the grief within The mind revolts to think The heart is numbed with anguish Pain is my best partner Such is

New Kings

New Kings short poem

And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of

Problems

PROBLEMS Problems spare none Rich or poor; young or old none is free of problems Problems do come often some appears huge some miniature Huge problems appear like miniature when health gives way Miniature problem gets evaporated when losing somebody

Malody Of Loneliness (suboor’s Pic)

Malody Of Loneliness  (suboors Pic) short poem

The winds whisper and sights release music of song Perceive, loneliness has its own melody ever strong Suboor captures that first in heart then in camera Inspiring it became, it’s a meaningful panorama Reminds me of great writer who wonderfully

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

The Prayer

The Prayer short poem

Alone in his room Kneeling at the edge of his bed He uttered a prayer Heard only by God And so private, not even the angels Or the four walls were privy To what transpired between them The words, to

Arrival Of Shrieks

Arrival Of Shrieks short poem

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

Unmatched Batch

Unmatched Batch ballad

We were unmatched batch She was a night owl and I was the morning bird. In the darkness I saw the gaze of the moon in her ogling eyes I heard the rumbling of thunder in her hoot Ruffling my

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor long poem

I blame myself I could blame others but I’m always around I’m the boss I live and I’ll die here when folks say, he was always here so they built the place around him, I’m the one they mean I’m

The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest long poem

out near the dew on the ground frozen cud deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain

A Visitor In My Life

A Visitor In My Life ode

My heart was like a crispy toast A nudge here and a knock there And crumbles would scatter on the dusty floor. I had become weak and touchy Waiting for a balmy soul to heal my wounds. Time passed and

Let Me Write A Poem Today

Let Me Write A Poem Today short poem

Let me write a poem today, don’t stop me please; Let me not stop today and release, What is in my mind and what is in my heart…? I am not and can never be a braggart… I speak what