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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Home

Home short poem

when we were touching I was blushing from a blushing inner glow radiating from the depths of my soul no longer searching no longer alone for the first time in my life my heart has a home home is my

Our Beliefs

Our Beliefs prose poem

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

Aries

Aries short poem

Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and

Alive Again

Alive Again short poem

From winter to summer and back to winter again I hate these cold and gloomy days, the snow and The icy cold wind in my face that just seems to take My breath away and to make things worse all

Endless

Endless short poem

No matter how many nails you put in my coffin, You can’t stop my soul from wandering, I will always stay close to you, To protect you, to care for you, You might tame your thoughts, your feelings, But my

For Mum

For Mum short poem

Just like a Bonsai you stand strong and tall, Despite being just five feet tall. You rise high and refuse to yield, In rain and stormy weather, offering the best shield. You let us blossom and fruit, Ensuring we stay

The Layman

The Layman prose poem

The Layman (Or: When History Repeats Itself)// By: Fareed Ghanem **** He is a layman, just like a gulp of water from a brook passing here by chance. His features are gratis, his eye-brows a bush of terebinth, furze, chicories

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

Deserted Wasteland

Deserted Wasteland short poem

Life invades the truth. Who cares? The night was thin, my eyes will search for stars. Now pain travels, backward from a smile? A myth unfolds the terror, of infinite tomorrows, an escape from the eternity? We will die, only

The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse

The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse ballad

If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round, Carefully trotting but making no sound. It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,

Everyday Trouble

Everyday Trouble short poem

I broke a nail shattered the smooth curve on some surface not realizing until I tasted salt and iron realized I etched a jagged trace of blood and plowed skin on my nose like a child then innocently hurting but

Choices

Choices prose poem

Evil whispers to darkened hearts Seeds of destruction; plans for death Kill a mind, a heart, a life By choices of darkness or light Blind arrogance They can’t see themselves in the dark Lips speaking crooked lies and deceit. The

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary

Beyond Pass And Fail Binary short poem

I want to fly, Touch the sky, And ask why. Why the world teaches, What to learn, When I only wanted To know how to learn. Until we don’t learn, For learning’s sake, All our success Will we fake. Until

Magical Butterfly Touch

Magical Butterfly Touch short poem

A waft of misty enchantment, Created a magic in the air, A butterfly unfolded its wings, Kissed a beautiful flower, She gracefully opened her petals, Giving in to its gentle embrace, Surrendering itself in abandoned joy, Gifting its nectar of

The Echo Reaches The Whole Sky

The Echo Reaches The Whole Sky short poem

Wages of alienation were increasing. We were afraid of reflections. Shifting of landscapes will hurt the river. I was blinded by blues. Relationship becomes a speech impediment, bonds start breaking. I wanted to call your name – in solitude. The