Resignation Poems

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

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

Somewhere

Somewhere short poem

You are somewhere And that is enough Enough is all I have Great empty arms Of distance Cavernous miles Resound and echo Filling the void With love’s longing I ache to close the gap Dissolve the miles Obliterate time And

The Decision

The Decision long poem

Standing at the top as she is about to drop People staring the street lights blaring but All I see is red as I look back in dread To the life that I’m leaving my heart is bleeding I have

L’amant Interdite

L’amant Interdite long poem

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Poems containing references to : Resignation

Home Coming… Hypothetics

Home Coming... Hypothetics short poem

I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.

All The Griefs

All The Griefs short poem

The mysterious rival: suffering of resignation. I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, juxtaposition of love and hate. Another blast went off. White rose and black rose in the same garland; ruins of truth were older than lies.

Battle Cries

Battle Cries short poem

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a far-away, fragile gaze, where once a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain of battered beseeching

The sounds of the drive

The sounds of the drive short poem

The gentle creak of the suspension as i settle into the drivers seat, the sharp click of the key as it turns in the ignition, releasing the steering lock the metallic cough of the engine, as it starts up from

Singing For My Supper

Singing For My Supper short poem

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

Adieu Dental Floss And Toothbrush

Adieu Dental Floss And Toothbrush elegy

All those years I underwent orthodontic care for naught cuz profound gum recession and bone dissolution found me fraught with an angst riddled necessity whence dentures bought or will soon bring relief, where financial cost to me = aught. though

Adieu Dental Floss And Toothbrush

Adieu Dental Floss And Toothbrush ode

All those years I underwent orthodontic care for naught ‘cuz profound gum recession and bone dissolution found me fraught with angst riddled necessity whence dentures bought or will soon bring relief, where financial cost to me = aught. though grievous

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

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You Are An Angel Nadia Jamil

You Are An Angel Nadia Jamil short poem

You are a stunning angel in a big bad world of doom-mongers. For all those that want much needed affection, you are always near You walk through hopelessness with your infectious smile While making all those around you, feel cheerful

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Do You Know This Girl?

Do You Know This Girl? prose poem

Do you know this girl? I wonder if you do. I know her now, but not as this mysterious, silent, sad figure. What is she looking for? Did she find it? The girl in the photo. Because she will grow

Blank

Blank long poem

Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Lost In The Ocean

Lost In The Ocean long poem

Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little But no matter how hard I try life seem to always out-fly Every attempt I

It’s Not Too Late

Its Not Too Late long poem

When you plant a seed, And seeds won’t grow, Do not worry! It’s not too late to give up, plant again. Someday it will grow and stand in front of you. When you start to sing, And the songs won’t

Love Of Lies

Love Of Lies short poem

When love is found what happens to your heart? Does it stay the same or fill up with love again just like it did from the start? Does it beat less or beat more? Is it sewn up from being

Tick Tock Song

Tick Tock Song long poem

The coffee shops spill over with uninspired espressos, The jukebox shudders over in ebbs and flows, The conversation is just a din that adds up and grows, The footfalls are stampeding all over the floors. There is a voice singing

Drift Wood

Drift Wood short poem

This politics of poverty erupts again, entrapped in arcane script. A code of words will find the fault lines. Coerced to wait in a black book, you start forgetting the rules of game. It hits you when you were writing

Credo

Credo short poem

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Human Lab

Human Lab short poem

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

Edinburgh Castle

Edinburgh Castle long poem

Cold spots and disembodied voices echo in the ancient castle as shadows come from out of nowhere, soldiers in armor, ladies in waiting well and but then they disappear almost as they appear oh don’t you know living in EDINBURGH

I Can’t Forget

I Cant Forget short poem

I can’t forget those long walks Across the roaring sea I can’t forget those pancakes That you specially made for me I can’t forget those cold nights We went through while star gazing I can’t forget those moments We had..they

Winter

Winter short poem

Oh how I love the cold air you breathe Of which that merges into the summer is what I seek The only emotion that soaks in the mayhem around Is the one I have been blamed for having too much

Obscurity

Obscurity short poem

Walking through the woods at night Not sure where I’m at The darkness I’m looking into Is overpowering A faint light from the sky Surges shyly through the blackness. But not sufficient for me To see where I am going

Dishonoured

Dishonoured short poem

Vengeance pumps through the hand That grips my blade. Anger powers The pistol in my other hand. My face is masked by death and darkness. I have seen a ruler have her breath stolen from her, But did not wield

The Jester

The Jester short poem

The Jester Retrieving a book from the calmness of its nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages There before me was the Jester in full color and bright what a sight From the open

Plasma Screen

Plasma Screen short poem

It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the

A Grand Welcome

A Grand Welcome short poem

April ushers the summer here A period we all fear. Sweltering heat takes its toll, Dissuading any, from a stroll. The streaming rays in the morn, Heralds a warm dawn, Another steaming day, I reckon, As the days beckon. But

Patron Of The Dying Arts

Patron Of The Dying Arts long poem

Perfect hot white ceiling giving back planetary anger at persons and plants making a griddle of the city’s streetmap and challenging those afoot to not drown swallowed in their own sweat Opera singer enters air conditioned library cool and quiet

Uneven Path

Uneven Path short poem

It was a summer night. A windswept moonbeam plummeted. Sexualizing an indigo flesh. A butcher was seducing a spider, in company of a holy book. Sunbathing in mass grave of skulls. The eyes peeking out of the caps. You want

God’s Wishes

Gods Wishes short poem

If God were to come on earth, And live among men What would you ask Him? If wishes he would give? Would you ask him for wealth? And a life without death? Or would you ask Him To make you

Flow Of Tears

Flow Of Tears short poem

I beg of you to Listen to my heartbeat If not please allow me to keep quiet How can I feel happiness in sorrow whoever feels so let him say so I wonder how the flower she is wearing has

The Forbidden Fruit

The Forbidden Fruit short poem

Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s

It’s Nothing But A Dream

Its Nothing But A Dream prose poem

They say.. a dream can keep you alive Out of the darkest night where all hope stops to fight… They say… a dream can keep you alive. Where tears never come to an end and all strengths begin to bend

Dying Screams

Dying Screams short poem

Shall we go like innocents with heavy breathing in the pool of blood to find the inner-connectivity of a boldly beautiful death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine? There was a loss of hidden dance, in the

One Fine Morning

One Fine Morning short poem

‘T’was a fine morning when she cameMy cherished passion and true flameA moment I can hardly waitAlong this road and near the gateShe walks in grace and flawless styleA breathtaking sight when she smileThat leaves was turned from dark to