Retrospection Poems

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

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived prose poem

Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived

Memories With Numerous Melodies-

Memories With Numerous Melodies  long poem

Few moments of life spent in your arm. Few seconds of weird thoughts caused no harm Few seasons of prolonged fights And a brief glance of beautiful sights, Are what I shall carry as a memory- A memory with numerous

Long Drive

Long Drive short poem

It has been a long drive of fifty years and odd stumbled,edged,raced,soared,jumped all odds and silly games yet all meaningful. a stint at art, a trial at music, a full fledged love and a hard earned indifference, a gritty fight

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Mercy

Mercy short poem

For we are from your mercy without a scar, Form afar your mighty star. With fear in heart we do not wish to part , to set us a part. For we are from Your mercy without a scar. The

Oppressed And Alone

Oppressed And Alone short poem

My boo boo what have we become, I’m so depressed an all alone. I’m desperate and somewhat oppressed, What’s a man to do when he’s distressed. Try to touch you but to no avail, All my efforts are quickly unrailed.

Alone

Alone short poem

When you step into the cage none is known, When you fly away too far you are alone, In the dark and the light, it’s you and your soul. But yet inthe journey, many relations you hold, You want to

Under The Shade Of A Banyan Tree

Under The Shade Of A Banyan Tree short poem

Bright Rays from you ..Still Touch us like that from the Sun, In midst of life’s fierce Run, You held my hand ,when even my fingers stank and sored Wish of Building a Castle..yet my paper dreams were erased and

Bed Rest

Bed Rest short poem

Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still

The Acceptance

The Acceptance short poem

We all have our personal demons; she mumbled, as he hugged her and looked over her shoulder, at the abysmal state of their lives. When will I see yours he asked, anxiously. Just then she let loose the screaming choirs

War

War short poem

Having love in our hearts and intelligence has been able to change things that no war has By making us see for ourselves how wars are always so dirty And end up in the unnecessary deaths of so many of

Why I Won’t Stop Loving You!!

Why I Wont Stop Loving You!! short poem

That smile of yours, those dreamy eyes I love them all, They tease me and hypnotize..!! The way you touch and your sweat on me.. Trust me baby it makes me melt and sets me free!! Your smell is like

Dark Passage

Dark Passage short poem

A journey undertaken on destination suspect No direction to follow unsure what to expect Trudge seems endless unclear full of doubts Adding to quandaries of dreaded kind bouts All but me as company be done on one’s own None pointed

To Her Practicing Martial Arts

To Her Practicing Martial Arts short poem

Your eyes are red Bruises are blue Your nose has bled With blood so true Your hands are calloused With sweaty smell you reek All about these I fussed As I would kiss your cheek

Zeus

Zeus ode

A man I love sits very still though his skin I have never touched He calls to me yet, his voice I’ve never heard His beard is thick but never grows any longer I look into his eyes but see

Again I Realized

Again I Realized prose poem

Ah! woke up again and I realized, her baby is prettier than her eyes, and looks picture perfect with her hubby in! Then why do I still feel her eyes, staring? and her tender voice clearer than ever! her beauty

Blood Was On Sheet

Blood Was On Sheet short poem

Was it necessary to see, what you wanted me to see, when I was keeping open my wound to hear the unheard scream? What was that which was getting in air? A little disjointed time, asking peace for the land,

Imposters, An Ode.

Imposters, An Ode. short poem

Sometimes in the dark, I see them break apart, With furry or straight hair, Into pieces of never there. I reload and think back, To when parlour music played, People laughed and went home, So happy that they came. Then

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.

Fate Of The Key

Fate Of The Key short poem

Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for

Tombstones

Tombstones short poem

I saw tombstones Some ornate , others plain. All had a story hidden Of fulfilment and emptiness. Death is a leveller And makes us realise All are equal Even if born amidst riches. The journey from cradle to grave Is

A Poet’s Wedding Vow

A Poets Wedding Vow ode

As we begin a journey so uncertain, you and I made one in a world of ours. Our thoughts and emotions to share, our pleasant moments together to cherish, and our pains and sorrows to endure. I pledge my unflinching

Grey To Blue

Grey To Blue prose poem

Blue skies in one’s life can often turn grey, and cloud up one’s vision for quite a long stay. You falter and stumble in things that you do, and why it is happening, you haven’t a clue. Your life seems

Before The Big Day

Before The Big Day long poem

Im fine I got this Its time Im fine Im fine im fine im fine We’re fine it’s time 27 4 19 27 4 19 27 27 4 4 4 19 Im fine I got this Its time Im fine

The Book In A New Look

The Book In A New Look short poem

Take a look At my newest book. Book has magic That defies all logic. Book has leaves And leaves have sieves. A book must speak What comes out of the author’s beak. Improve your looks By simply reading books. Timeless

Balance

Balance short poem

Death in a glimmering light Love in the darkest place The balance of many things That goes unexplained So with the flame I bare And the love we share I rather death after a kiss from your lips Or die

From Lids

From Lids short poem

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Choose Your Fire

Choose Your Fire short poem

You can burn a match or light a candle, The ladder option is more efficient, Who am I? Do as you please, burn what you will, Such is life-we move and groove on, We get along. The constraints of time

Tightrope Walker

Tightrope Walker prose poem

A tight-rope Walker incredibly skilled, Highest ropes he’d walked the world over, Even Niagara Falls, fearlessly he’d crossed over. In New York he once announced, Walk on rope I will across two high scrapers. On the street, a crowd huge

Beautiful

Beautiful short poem

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

If I Had A Sister

If I Had A Sister short poem

Like the breeze to the flowers to carry its fragrance; If I had a sister, She will do it for me. Like the wind to the clouds, To show the world around; If I had a sister, She will do

New Love

New Love short poem

To know a girl who loved you once too Every part of my being devoted to you A look would make me feel so true Like two birds that couldn’t help but sing in tune Flowers in the sunshine after

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers?

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers? short poem

Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we

Once Upon

Once Upon short poem

Robbing the silence of heights to undo the whole sky, you lean on an enigma to become reverential, elevated by an absurd system; I was still pursuing fidelity in the rubble of meaningless life; not faith, but the certain urge

Lost In Solace

Lost In Solace prose poem

In search of solace I strayed into a world! There between dream and reality I wandered….. I wandered all alone forever and a day until….. until perfection was a being and flawless was familiar! A kingdom to the I and

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

Rhyme

Rhyme short poem

once I wrote some lines and now often write sometimes I write for fun, let it be passion and often write in happiness and depression many times, I write so deep the bare truth I couldn’t keep people interfere in

Sore Spot

Sore Spot short poem

You thought they would open if you knock tapped gently with your down eyelashes small bud of a girl without home but churches don’t have eaves to shelter you from rain and big houses have their big dogs running free

She Belongs To The Sea

She Belongs To The Sea ode

I have learned how to swim how could this be? you warned me if I played with water life is no guarantee you attempted to explain, how every time you swim it feels like life has but opened a new

More

More short poem

Lying under the blanket of stars, I see so much more. I see myself riding the horse past the full moon On a clear starlit night. I see the possibilities of tomorrow, Shining bright. I see myself running alive among

Life Way

Life Way ode

Feeling the warmness of love, Tight and meaningful like a sweet coo from a dove. Family genres bring us to have a life to live, Daily going by, letting it pass like a giant dive. It doesn’t hurt to learn