Ritual Poems

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

The Ritual

The Ritual short poem

Nihilist: Being observed, makes you feel undressed, naked. A linear, ramp rage rises. Pieces of time fall in your mouth. You start behaving erratically. Hawthorne effect? You know how sharp, stout are the stings? Testicles shrink. The unrelenting zero burns

Annual Ritual

Annual Ritual short poem

That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with

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Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Atonement

Atonement short poem

I have Killed and pillaged Plundered and pilloried Raped and destroyed Beauty and innocence In its purest form Nature… Her plaintive cries When she trembled And quaked And melted, Her pleas Have I ignored And now I must pay. Through

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Teenage And Teachers

Teenage And Teachers short poem

The age of glory, Many words for excel; For intricate and impulsive minds 1000 things to baffle. Fairies evolve to friends and devils to foe; When your Adrenaline starts pumping, You long to, But never know that’s where you either

Sesquipedalia verba

Sesquipedalia verba prose poem

At first I mistook you for my own shadow under the shroud Of the horizon, in a pale early morning, when a burst of misty blue Words –spilling out of your eyes –made me wake up:        

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

The shape of things that go and come

The shape of things that go and come prose poem

The shadows shake the window through trees in the night My memory of pictures flash in front of me in the white moon light I want to forget you but we both know it’s not a fair fight To you

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

A Lighter Sky

A Lighter Sky short poem

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten. I think I may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

God’s Movement Upon This Place

Gods Movement Upon This Place short poem

A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

Loves Great Exploration

Loves Great Exploration ballad

Each flower so bright and beautiful Moments so specially spent We walked hand in hand Through the tranquil serene land With the melody of nature Benet the Rainbow bridge After the Rainstorm Each flowers honey we suckled Giggles turn to

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Desolate Redemption

Desolate Redemption long poem

Listening to nothing in my ribcage I see the void growing deep within Playing catch with blame and misery I bleed sense unto past memories. I am machine a part of me is a soldier enlisted to serve broken dreams.

Burden

Burden short poem

My childhood is certainly the replica of God Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God The days I am spending as an old man is

Santhara *

Santhara * short poem

When honeycomb started dripping, he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat. Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting his hands on the shoulders of rocked time

Knowing

Knowing long poem

In some cases you think you know Every little secret info. Of all those you see everyday, Nothing’s there to keep you at bay. Well, then, you should know the person Whom all calls your better portion. All the world

Brutal Time

Brutal Time short poem

Innocent inside the circle, you reached nowhere. Dirty hands on the knob kept the century locked. Carbon footprints were deepening under the sun, blue bird circling in vain. The jealous moon exiled to black hole. The dust of the brutal

The Camping Trip

The Camping Trip short poem

The fathers are all crying there is no more beer so they drank the river water now they weep like children and the wives wring their hands talk about amoebas, bacteria the children tend the campfire no one asks them

Kill The Light

Kill The Light short poem

I didn’t know what to say When first I came to the City. The great white buildings, the sweeping hill Leading up to the Palace at the top As if it were built Around Olympus itself. But I was young,

My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Lost My Name

Lost My Name short poem

Did you taste the ejecta after a sacred ritual of exploding a makeshift bomb in a crowded market? I am worried. I am becoming death, curling backward. The wood spirits have started a fire dance. The healing, yes, it comes

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I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable

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Gray

Gray short poem

Blender of black and white together, extremities, that never wanna meet ever Now became an existence, have an exclusive type of resistance Are you able to find ? more is black or it’s white How can one keep forever, the

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

My Help And Shield

My Help And Shield short poem

Doing well in the Land that I love, I give thanks to the God up above. If not for him, I won’t be. He comforts and steadies me. If not I’d fall apart, uncertain and drowning from provocation. I had

Colours Of Life

Colours Of Life short poem

Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,

My Lady Of Love

My Lady Of Love short poem

The greatest gift that we might give Is love, as long as we do live Love, is such a selfless deed Once given is most well received Love that’s precious, love that’s sweet She gives to all that she does

Lament

Lament long poem

The day when you told me to “Enjoy Life” As it is too short for us to make it knotty, The Time when you patiently explained- the qualms; twirl and turns of life Never in my dreams I thought You

Strength Of The Bundle

Strength Of The Bundle ode

You can take one arrow And break it in half There is no tomorrow For a weak dwarf Take arrows in a bundle There will be no scandal There is strength in unity Unity is divinity When we are together

I Love You

I Love You short poem

Two little words, Like ‘Thank You’, Don’t say it all, For the happy things, That you have brought, Into my Life. I don’t need, To say it aloud, That I love you, And the meaning, You have in my life

Singular

Singular short poem

she wore the gold off her narrow ring on the zinc bartop tapping out an alien message unheard by the narcissists pinching each other’s cloth like bargain shoppers sniffing at the must of use and hard travel men and women

The Eyes Of Heaven

The Eyes Of Heaven prose poem

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

My Heart Beats

My Heart Beats short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you in

Love Sonnet 01

Love Sonnet 01 sonnet poems

First love I recall now, and I will hence, Like rain that came ahead of April’s norms, It wets us through, though deemed of no offense, And laced our days throughout the August storms; First things have always claimed in

The New Horizon

The New Horizon short poem

Male, a heaven in natural ways A blossom in to my heart of agony Cheer up me with power … On the lovely beds of Indian ocean. The music of heaven Playing in the odds Enrich me a lot A

The Ethereal Affair

The Ethereal Affair ballad

Sitting there observing me A shadow among the flock Breathing in the magic scene With a vision to unlock I waited for a dream to be Unforgotten and serene But the love and lust For what I must Tantalizes me

Reflections Of A Life

Reflections Of A Life long poem

Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?