Recreation Poems

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

The Phoenix That I Know

The Phoenix That  I  Know short poem

Nestled in the lap of a blooming tree She had just begun to weave Dreams of a sunny tomorrow . But Fate had planned otherwise And hatched a cruel plot To nip her hopes in the bud . A bolt

Poems containing references to : Recreation

The Clock

The Clock long poem

As an infant I did not know how I troubled my mother day and night I did not know that I used to cry the whole night while mother used to be awake all the while I did not know

Hello Computer

Hello Computer short poem

There are brightened screens on lazy afternoons, Queue up for a weekend getaway from our dull bedrooms, What’s your age, sex and location? Are you here for rendezvous or recreation? Thirty Sally whose a housewife, is looking for illusions, to

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Feeling Alive

Feeling Alive short poem

Pain, I feel you I feel alive again You are a semblance Of my living Breathing in and out Deep or not Sighing again Long or short The tears that flow by Do not wash you But a response Of

Only In My Poetry (part II)

Only In My Poetry (part II) short poem

I wrote these words again; Feelings with you I have gained These were the words— Telling you’re my inspiration, And now it’s fell into affection. Only in my poetry Words where I found your beauty. Place to spent time loving

Till The End Of Time

Till The End Of Time ballad

Everyone has a wish so that of mine, To make our love eternal till the end of time. Oh! if only i were the breeze and she inhaled everything of mine, i would graved inside her forever, till the end

A Reason For My Pride

A Reason For My Pride short poem

Have I anything To be proud about? As an answer to my question I don’t know where to start. It seems to me as if, All the little things I’ve done. Have paid off in the end, And the festivities,

Semantic Hide n’ Seek

Semantic Hide n Seek short poem

Granted that I say, What I always needed to; That the words on which I play, Might not seem like a game to you. That the lyrics my brain And tongue spit out Should not come to strain, And I

They Live!

They Live! short poem

Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those

Falling

Falling short poem

Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.

Headlines For A Grim Thursday

Headlines For A Grim Thursday long poem

The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a

As Fleet As A Life

As Fleet As A Life short poem

To end up alone in a world full of pain Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black A face; a

My Loving Partner

My Loving Partner short poem

When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet

Raging Moon

Raging Moon short poem

Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the

Labyrinth

Labyrinth long poem

Well and there is danger Around every corner you turn Trials and tribulations Like a Ferris wheel turns Many dark entities just waiting To devour you and drag You down to the great depths Of hell where it may take

Roses Red, Coral, Blue

Roses Red, Coral, Blue short poem

Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep

Happiness Happens For You, Create It For Others…..

Happiness Happens For You, Create It For Others..... long poem

It’s said search for happiness Is the main reason for unhappiness All our life we search for happiness, We wait for some big happiness to come our way In the run, in the rush to get some big happiness We

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence prose poem

My bubbly son do you know that you are not just a son to me you dwell in every beat of my heart you are vital breath of my life that always inspires me to be a loving Dad you

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

To Be A Poet

To Be A Poet long poem

Like everyone else, A poet has dreams Dreams to flow within the letters of the words That lead him closer to his destiny He is partial To imagine What the neural network Across the brain cannot Even if he was

Fly On The Wall

Fly On The Wall short poem

The pen picked a fight with the paper The four walls looked on in disdain The pen broke its nib in the caper But inflicted a horrible stain The pen lay there battered and broken The paper had two big

Rose

Rose short poem

You the red soft roses, The queen of the bushes, Oh the wooing princess, How shall thy beauty be praised! Millions of unknown thoughts you say, But in a quite silent way, All the world, across tha bay! Behind the

A Late Understanding

A Late Understanding short poem

It was too late for me to understand, I thought while I ran my daily errands, It should have clicked me sooner, But alas, what is done is done, It’s too late and cannot be undone. Everyone wished things were

Love Sonnet 45

Love Sonnet 45 sonnet poems

I fall asleep with thoughts of you in mind, And think the same, the moment I awake, Each day turns out like past made to rewind, And every night, the same wish would I make; I pray respite from such

An Eulogy For Chinua

An Eulogy For Chinua ode

This one is for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw your

She Lost Self-control At The New York Deli

She Lost Self control At The New York Deli prose poem

I saw her sitting at a table for one, her hands were slender as she grabbed a sesame bun, which was stuffed with three inches of smoked turkey, onion, tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese, opening her red-lipsticked mouth with ease,

Flutes Ache

Flutes Ache ode

Indeed ; I ‘m not aspiring to the eternity, but the fact of the matter is that I reprimand the wind at the opening of the poem. I roster as God does in the poets’ funeral. I lie down on

All about ‘change’

All about change short poem

Something I forgot, onward on train, got back voluntarily on my return, Scamsters! here’s a lesson from a tea vendor that You ought to learn.

Shattered Butterflies

Shattered Butterflies short poem

One deep breath of what yet lies, Dream’s of shattered butterflies. For like myself their wings are torn, Silently broken they fly in mourn. Blade’s of silver shining in the light, Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right. Flowing beads.

Deface

Deface long poem

You speak ill of my name Onto you, shall bring much shame Your actions should make you feel ashamed The finger points to you in blame Take my name off your tongue Don’t waste the energy from your lungs Instead

Sonnet 197

Sonnet 197 sonnet poems

Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon

Why Do I Write?

Why Do I Write? short poem

Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers

The Blanket

The Blanket short poem

It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark

Taking Flight

Taking Flight long poem

When the weight of her everyday became too much her knees buckled and she fell towards the floor. The pain became so intense it seared her from the inside out and she begged for relief. The pain swept down her

A Sunny Wait…

A Sunny Wait... short poem

Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last

Finishing Well

Finishing Well short poem

Some men’s ships stall upon the sea for lack of sails For far too many times, I have seen great men derailed For far too long, I have heard the sound of David’s lament O, how the mighty have fallen

Never Die

Never Die short poem

Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,

Why So?

Why So? short poem

Why is that we are told to sit in a class room with a pencil kit to draw all the nature’s boon inside a grilled room why is it so we are asked to sing about the prince who gave

Doctor Of Philosophy

Doctor Of Philosophy short poem

I He caged a raven thereby saddening a sufi gentleman ,who thought none of the fraternity of man incompetent to do something so absurd . Actually ,when consulting the mirror of his mind and the one in his bedroom, he

The Good Fight

The Good Fight short poem

Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,