Rip Poems

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

Rip Tide

Rip Tide short poem

Big fluffy clouds, Like cotton wool shrouds. Floating silent and free, Way up high, above me. A dog or a lion, A bear or a bird. A young child’s imagery, A floating menagerie. All too soon, they are gone, Never

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May Her Soul Rest In Peace

May Her Soul Rest In Peace short poem

The smile,the face ,the glory you shone Will there be in our hearts Perhaps did the time past so fast That now we have remains of you in our hearts May her soul rest in peace May the god give’em

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A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew short poem

(A Tribute to and in Memory of Mr. Lee Kuan Yew 1923 – 2015 First Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore 1965 – 1990) I will not weep for you, Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew! For all fathers must

Separation

Separation short poem

The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a

I Weep Again… dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown

I Weep Again... dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown ballad

Enraged we stand in this broken country still living an old brown paper bag blues. While newsprint vividly tells the story but you might not find it on the midnight news. And I weep again, I weep for all… my

Two Friends

Two Friends short poem

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

Story Of A Butterfly

Story Of A Butterfly short poem

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

A Cry To The People

A Cry To The People prose poem

The chains of unity bind us together. The cloak of conformity makes us one and the same. The mask of the emotionless shows us that we were made to wear the same face. They tell us that it is good

The Crow

The Crow short poem

Nature’s undertaker and cleaner of bones. Making a meal of your vocation, You gather your tokens from The Reaper’s table, Peck by peck, a dissection by rip saw. Meat, by any other name, could taste no sweeter, And yet so

Bald And Painful

Bald And Painful short poem

In emptiness staying aloof to set the wings free, a shadow self without flesh and bones to rip out the enormity of silence of words, cold in the face of duality metaphysical but of somber echo of tension between reconciliation

Grizzly

Grizzly prose poem

Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair

Late Night

Late Night short poem

Take it all, take it all, take it all, I don’t want it anymore take my pen, take my sin, take my hands and heart again, take my eyes so I am blind, and take my feet so I can’t

Your Lie

Your Lie short poem

“You’re my sister,” you say. Whenever things get tough, we’ll always have each other. “I’ll always be here,” you say. “Thank you. It goes both ways,” I say when I believe what you are saying. Because the truth is, I

My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

My mind is a place, and often I’m told Those who would venture are far more than bold Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right Fear and disorder, perfection and truth

Despondence

Despondence long poem

Often I stand, apart from you, yet a part of you, Running rings around the parts of you that are askew, from me, Making no moves, to harbour through, the pain of pining after you, Breathing heavy at the thought

The Last Page Of My Diary

The Last Page Of My Diary long poem

Scribbling down the essence of my heart, Writing down the unsaid words so easily, Hiding it with those blank pages, Which will be filled with the same sweet agony, How I know the pre-written destiny, And still giving my all

The Case With Some Indian Men

The Case With Some Indian Men prose poem

The way rapists minds have taken shape- A girl is to blame for her own rape, To these animals so lecherous What are we girls-strictly diurnal creatures? Rapists say,“Girls can’t step out at night, A girl attacked should quietly allow

Angelique

Angelique long poem

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless

My Dear Death

My Dear Death short poem

Word Death is enough to scare all Many dislike me for uttering it Some see negativity in me Many thinks i spoil their mood several hesitant to open my mail All agree to disagree with my thoughts Oh ! Death

What I Want To Be?

What I Want To Be? short poem

I want to be a slender, colourful butterfly to sip the nectar from many variety of flowers; I want to be the shining silver lightning to rip open the heart of the sky; I want to be a dew drop

Dream And Duty

Dream And Duty long poem

up and up until the rugged horizon smoothes to a line then a curve stars shine at midday bending on the uppermost leaf of this tallest tree a man might faint might frighten and fall dead before he met the

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Bambara Spider Named Sabali

Bambara Spider Named Sabali short poem

am flying very high from this earth, still a paranoid cloud, walking on earth fearing dirt. i admire the spider’s heart, it stays there longer than eyes sees it. survival is the main objective , which tends to fear it.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Allow Me To Introduce Myself prose poem

I am rage mixed with fire. I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake. I am hurt and abandonment. I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up. I am skinned knees and

No End In Sight

No End In Sight short poem

These empty pages fill my heart. almost like the lies that did us part. I’ve never been enough and the fact that I never will, is a scary thought. it seems the more that I try, the faster that I

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

Bury Me In These Pajamas

Bury Me In These Pajamas long poem

Christmas eve is A time of family and tradition Or in my case Unopened PJ’s, anxiety attacks, and cops That’s all that I’ll ever think of anymore At the mention of it I’ll be brought to tears I was cleaning

What Best You Can Do

What Best You Can Do prose poem

Up against her What best you can do Forget the last letter of her name To wonder how she would be an incomplete sigh; Double back thereafter, gently Rid yourself of the first letter … This will remind you Too

Loneliness

Loneliness prose poem

Loneliness is what I call the monster that hides in the corner. Waiting for that moment to strike. Staring at me with those glaring eyes. Those glaring eyes that are the only eyes that can actually see my soul. They

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Traffic

Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?

Welcome Sir!

Welcome Sir! short poem

It was a fascinating night like albino children playing in park. I was gazing at sky. The years have gone by one by one. I am still walking on dead leaves refusing the fruits. This was me, no urge, no

But Truth Will Not…

But Truth Will Not... short poem

Space has all the silent approval, truth will not multiply. Another funeral takes place in the barren field of lies. Fire burns the life’s hopes, while town mourns the death. Sunshine bakes the eyes but truth will not multiply. Desireless

Stardust

Stardust long poem

After the pain, some wrath, and more tears Woke up from the trance, which seemed like years The volatile love vaporized to steam Was pinched by reality, out of the pipe dream My heart’d stopped beating and broken apart Residing

Flooding Of Tears

Flooding Of Tears short poem

Tears when in sorrow or Tears when in happiness are like flow of river When either in sorrow or in happiness tears refused to flow it is like storing river water across Dam After undergoing sorrow or enjoying happiness the

Kebechet

Kebechet short poem

Pitch white fades to black, In this silent birth, no stillborn arises. Contrarily, life thrives in its silence. Her beauty everywhere, yet impossible to track. Stars alight her skin, Struck with constant reincarnation. The brightest are long dead, The newborns,

Worded Weapon

Worded Weapon short poem

Words are mighty weapons, They lash you like a whip, Cut like a knife, Slicing you into pieces. Pelt you like stones, Making wounds so deep, They leave a scar, Forever in the heart. They pierce you like arrows, With

In search of belief

In search of belief short poem

Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.

Frigid And Sunny

Frigid And Sunny short poem

What a combination A 30 degree temperature with sunny, clear skies The perfect paradox created by the immortal Not hard to circumnavigate as long as you bundle up, keep moving at a brisk pace drifting through memories transparent lustings brought

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like