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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Remember Dear

Remember Dear long poem

remember dear… on that moonlit night when we sat watching the glittering shimmering moonbeams… on the blue waters …you had written my name on the Golden Sands; as a receding wave washed it away… I had questioned? You smiled… snuggled

The Sunset Through Your Eyes

The Sunset Through Your Eyes short poem

The morning flock returning to their nest, Piercing the yellow shine in the high sky, Mighty mountains and silent trees stood witness, To the painting drawn by the scorching sun, The sweet rhythm of waves and the coldness of The

Connect The Prophets

Connect The Prophets short poem

Outside me was a howling light tracing a path. Ending the struggle of abstract thoughts. The night was full of hidden flares. The day was a luxury, full of exclusiveness. We must not cry. The wounds turned up like fireflies

The Dust Of Thought

The Dust Of Thought short poem

Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being

Winterlude

Winterlude short poem

Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing

Destiny’s Ridicule

Destiny’s Ridicule short poem

We met out of the blue crossing paths with no clue and with just one “hello” everything has burst into colorful hue. I wonder why I felt it butterflies and heart-in-mouth moments Those secret smiles and blushes fooling my sanity

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Watchful And Smart

Watchful And Smart ode

As within, is without So simple to find that out Are you so pale? Examine every detail Once you are alert Watchful and smart Junk food you intake The law you break Is your guiding voice A terrible choice The

Back Packs And Combinations

Back Packs And Combinations short poem

Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other’s identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn’t necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to

Why Is It Always Me

Why Is It Always Me short poem

I tried mending broken glass and then asked myself why me.. I tried making grass greener on my barren fence and then asked myself why me.. I tried sowing the same plant when it was already dead and then asked

Bubble

Bubble short poem

we were one when together whole complete eye gazing until the wee hours of the morning no sleep just happy hearts beating together longing to be with him ache in my heart living 10 minutes away but worlds apart both

Materialism

Materialism short poem

When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some

Apogee Moon

Apogee Moon short poem

Eyes I much miss in mine, Where are you now? Are you mine-like, teared in brine Brimming the brow? In this rain-sloshed afternoon, With poetry I trace My broken heart upon your face, Far-off Apogee Moon! Teach, my sky-shy poet-protégée,

Hue Knew

Hue Knew short poem

I see the colours, say it’s time to play so bright I sit for hours, maybe a day just to watch them change their display On a summers morning things began to say you can catch the yellow and purple

Farewell

Farewell short poem

Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance