Recycle Poems

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

Ephemeral Me

Ephemeral Me short poem

My life depends on how fast you unload Ephemeral me; who prays for either too hot or too cold I sustain such extremes for my survival I pray for some reuse before recycle You chat and engage for long is

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The Memory Bank

The Memory Bank prose poem

I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may

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

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Who Is This John

Who Is This John long poem

Who is this that keeps me awake all night long, Who even my pride bows down, Who fills all the gaps in my puzzles? Who my world feels so huge without them, Who is the epitome of beauty; my prince,

1.after Plath: Hanging God

1.after Plath: Hanging God short poem

I could cause a root to bloom or a bird to plummet in showers that drenches my pallid skin a toe or a foot The uneasiness that pecks me the dullness that I wear my skin, is you The darkness

In Inward alonenss

In Inward alonenss short poem

One by one leaves had gone, several and many times. Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind was ready to walk. In inward aloneness to know the roots. You look straight into the eyes of primeval suffering. Under a cramped

Jealous Me, Jealous You

Jealous Me, Jealous You long poem

Well jealousy is a sorry state of affairs they say if you love someone you’ll trust them completely or it’ll destroy the very foundation of any relationship and I know oh boy do I know I mean just look at

Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise

Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise short poem

Suppose the sun does not rise the school boy may still lumber in his slumber, the house wife may enjoy her liberty to corner her routine job in relaxing herself in spiritual rest. But the busy father may be surprised

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.

The Colors Of Rainbow

The Colors Of Rainbow short poem

After the rain, I finally saw; Multitudes of tints in the sky; painted with myriad hues; a reflection of rays so vibrant; violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red, striking dashes of silver and gold; butterflies flutter, dazzled by

In A Perfect World

In A Perfect World prose poem

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

Signs Of Wounds

Signs Of Wounds short poem

Signs of wounds Her house is there on a circus And there my heart and head in fuss In winter boiled eggs I enjoy In summer sweet curd supplies a boy My longing is only to see her Pretences movement

Drumming

Drumming short poem

in hired spring and naked thighs the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The mania had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial smiles, the swords, and ropes and

Dumbfounded

Dumbfounded short poem

A blacksmith exploded a missile at point-blank to lower the animal in a candid manner. So close that truth went brute. Nativity of a patriarch was challenged. The birds had migrated a long distance to find the water. The doors

Soulmate

Soulmate short poem

It runs deep Deep into the soul Deep into the caverns of the clan. Its lineage since existence. Always on the prowl Hunting for the one Vulnerable and welcoming. Knocking on the thinner walls Feeding on negatives. To find an

Styes

Styes short poem

It was a searing moment in grueling heat of your flesh, the racist attack had come to surface, the blue eyes, edible gold, in nights the pink veil of the moon, I will cut my wrist to pour out the

Wwii-a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii

Wwii a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii short poem

John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam

The Time Is 10.23 Pm

The Time Is 10.23 Pm long poem

The time is 10.23 pm The time is 10.23 pm; I thought I would tell you the time. I realise you will want to have this time again, But there simply is not the time. I do not have an

The Mirror

The Mirror long poem

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all

Nocturnal Friends

Nocturnal Friends short poem

Can you hear the rustling in the trees? Can you feel the warm breeze on your face? I hear the singing of my friends, I feel their delightful presence. They are out there on the fields, dancing in circles with

Irony

Irony short poem

A severed hand on my shoulder wrenches it off. You sit on a toadstool to measure the depth of grass. A raven scans the earth: nothing was left to eat. The hungry urchins had already punctured the garbage can. A

Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer short poem

I saw a girl in purple Red were her lips..! The wind was blowing.. And the strands playing piano on her cheeks!! She was talking to a boy.. May be a special one…! Jealous I felt with her smiling tone.

Sweet Awakenings

Sweet Awakenings short poem

A gentle rush of feelings Can send shivers down the spine, With an awakening on wings of fire, In the heart and soul, Feeling specially sweet, As life is at stake. Heart sings again with a warmth Soaring so high

Ode To Big B & Little T

Ode To Big B & Little T ode

The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils

Savings

Savings short poem

After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth the sheen comes off the subway and a hanging moon starts rotating a lonely earth. I was afraid of rumors, they were snowballing. The particles were dismayed at medieval thinking so

Freedom

Freedom prose poem

Tossed and tumbled in the mischievous wind I quickly realized how badly I needed a string attached to my wings and a hand on the back end that I may float in resonance to the breezy music. that I may

Freedom

Freedom short poem

My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom. Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end. My life’s most important exam was over. But was I at peace? No, this

Childhood

Childhood long poem

Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer

The Search

The Search short poem

Once, my tongue reached out Deep towards your heart In search of all the pain And dirt And grief And desires And the philosopher’s stone. In search of all that That made you seek me out Amongst the crowd of

Color the Mountains

Color the Mountains short poem

The skies go and go , the blue is fading away but I am always here to stay When the sky turns gray, when the rainbow is fading away It gets all the same , all the same And here

There is an angel….

There is an angel.... short poem

There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out

Days Of Mine

Days Of Mine short poem

The days of our lives, in which we lived so hopelessly. Dear God, I gave it all I got. When will the devil stop choking me? Before I reeked of sin, they never noticed me. The days of our lives,

Clouds

Clouds long poem

Light lit the sky hangs the gloom of cloud says I room for sailing like a mast floating along the streaming blue lye Clouds are white coloured in pink moving rapidly above shore suddenly stopping drifting again edged are the

Cuckoo Not Sings

Cuckoo Not Sings long poem

Our poets the fools, as always they are, Mistake the shouts and cry of a bird, As its song, the melody, not thinking The pain, it suffers as ‘thrown outs’, By own mother, attacked by a stranger, The crow, a

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

In A Deer Garden

In A Deer Garden short poem

At Sarnath the deer park where Gautama the Buddha first taught the dharma FROM THE HEART –A BHIKSHU’S SUPPLICATION Enlightened lord your wisdom is our knowledge , sufficient is that knowledge to ensure our covenant with wisdom in its turn

Sienna

Sienna elegy

She ran out to the woods Chased adventure all the way down to the lake Black like tar and anger and emotion and hatred She jumped in trepidation and cold and fire and that sound of stone cracking against stone

Camouflage

Camouflage long poem

I want to run away, (she said) From the idea of ‘we’ From everything From you and me… This existence Or lack of it This endless tumult The burden of wish This rowing and rowing to a nether shore I

The Fifth Element

The Fifth Element short poem

She glides through air, though she is claimed by everything and everyone. Mind and matter are hers, for she is their fount. She has no name, but every name begins with and ends into her… She’s lighter than light itself,

The Touch

The Touch short poem

whispers… in the corridor alone pillars of though brace my gait the thought of illumination permeates my very being how you had fought so hard and fierce the touch awakes my senses in columns of darkened ambers there is silence