Roles Poems

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

Mind Has Different Roles

Mind Has Different Roles short poem

Mind has different roles in realizing life’s goals. It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results

Twisted Roles

Twisted Roles short poem

I tend lovingly my husband, present savior, shareholder of my future pains of old age. But, he is in my place and I am in his role. I nourished warmly my innocent children my blessed off-springs of happy home, future

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A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

Life

Life prose poem

I asked to my father Baba, What is life ? He politely said to me, ” Life is Duty . ” I asked to my mother Maa, What is life ? She said to me with smile, ” Life is

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His first hero, her first love

His first hero, her first love short poem

He didn’t let you shed tears a sentinel who masked all your fears, donned assorted roles for fun at times a horse other times a son, made you stand on his toes he was the ring encircling you close, the

A shrouded light

A shrouded light short poem

Fetters I wear, many As a creature of habit Robes of roles I don. Somewhere lines blur and ego takes over A need to belong, to gratify my restless spirit that seeks answers to questions of my own insipid existence

Silence

Silence long poem

When there is nothing and no one else, there is Silence… The one companion who is but a thought away. In the midst of every strife, in all of one’s traumas or the most peaceful or joyful times, the moment

Doing My Part

Doing My Part prose poem

The sweetest song has yet to be sung The best sermon has not been preached The greatest speech has not been spoken The loudest noise has not been heard The highest praise has not been raised The prettiest sights have

You sing to the Gods

You sing to the Gods ode long poem

An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no

Deviations

Deviations long poem

Why are you afraid of deviations? It’s a natural phenomenon, When medium is changed light deviates, And the seven beautiful colors, Appear as a beautiful rainbow, Plurality is the offshoots of singularity, Let these colors play their roles, On the

Desire

Desire short poem

In the midst of my dreams , I saw a desire floating by, It stretched its hands, Beckoning me to rescue it, But, I moved on indifferent. Time passed and I dreamt another dream, Another desire begged to me, I

The Bee

The Bee short poem

To achieve each goal, you become industrious, Queen and worker each by roles distinguished. To cause to flourish and be established; a colony whose peace could get precarious, when intruders are stung in defensive fury by your weapons of stings

Stability – Triangle

Stability   Triangle short poem

…..the studies go to marketplace….. STABILITY – TRIANGLE ……He …… he ……. and …She……. He …….. She …….His pride possession …… Was in her …..Prime….. His symbol …of Power …of Wealth….. She was …..Manifestation of His Time……. He saw in

The Winner And The Loser

The Winner And The Loser short poem

The winner and the loser Those who cheat with love to always win and make a slave of the loser Sooner or later lose everything in a bet and never again will be a player And the loser is always

Live And Let Live

Live And Let Live short poem

Soul,common to all relationships for social order, social order possibility through peace role of peace is to realize the soul,common to all. Birth in a family incidental arrival soul is essential for livings’ survival body is ordered bondage of elements

Don’t Let Me Leave…

Don’t Let Me Leave... long poem

Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless

Love Sonnet 47

Love Sonnet 47 sonnet poems

My love did write me notes of loneliness, Her tears smudging the margins of the page, But left an ending of such sweet caress, As though bowing, to curtsy on a stage; If it is true that life is but

My Heart’s Heart

My Hearts Heart short poem

My heart took deep seat. Relaxing in the comfort of plush cushion. Neck twisted, head tucked comfortably in the nook of the chair. A glass of water sitting on the edge of the coffee table next to the remote control. T.V Turned

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass long poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

But A Mere Traveler

But A Mere Traveler short poem

I am but a mere Traveler On a dusty winding road, With only a box of feelings And my pet toad. I met many people, many strangers, Many foes. But only some of them deserve their roles, In my trampled,

Sweet Dream

Sweet Dream short poem

A sweet dream is not a dream As it seems, like a vapor hinges on sloping hill To evaporate meekly with suns ray Or to be dispersed by storming gale. Scatter and fallen over lives in misery, thou Unaccounted jewel

I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass short poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Aschloar Of Sixty Monsoons

Aschloar Of Sixty Monsoons short poem

A scholar of sixty monsoons with an amass knowledge in rarity He looks like a dry seed that has wings to fly every narrow spot to sprout Elevating every sluggish being to refresh the unrefined English What roles he enacts

Mere Words

Mere Words prose poem

(1) When I used to be a coal-black ink over a snowy paper, she said: “your letters are locks, your words puzzles”. When I spoke with the remains of my string, she said: “your letters are plough blades wounding the

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The Happiest Boy In The Universe

The Happiest Boy In The Universe long poem

I love today. What a beautiful day! The Sun is up. The birds chirping away. Today, I’ll share my smile, I’ll share my wave. I’ll share my laughter and how to be brave. I clap my hands and sing and

Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

Part Of God’s Plans

Part Of Gods Plans short poem

A boat cannot sail with yesterday’s winds, so I live for today, I do not know what tomorrow may bring, so I live for today, life is what it is, life, enjoy while you can, for we are nothing but

Stranger in strange land

Stranger in strange land short poem

Strange is the land on which he treads seeking blood for the vengeance within he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here someone will fall for the false hope again some eyes will always be moist some hearts will

Blueberry Ardor

Blueberry Ardor long poem

salted with landmines a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze clumps of bushes and rich brown soil dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone a place where animals used to browse this is the place to pray furthest away

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday prose poem

The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,

The Wait

The Wait short poem

Sitting in silence surreptitiously meditating on the everyday turmoils and confusion that repulses even the most hard-core reality driven populists Thoughts come and go within the realm of preposterous assumptions that convey nothing of importance Just pass the time as

I still believe!

I still believe! long poem

As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of

A Die Hard Mission

A Die Hard Mission short poem

A man with an ambition Is on a die hard mission. One man with a vision Can accomplish any mission. Go on a mission After each and every vision. Fulfill your missions WITHOUT ANY INHIBITIONS. Ask for a commission After

Dying Wish…

Dying Wish... long poem

I remember the day that they stopped the clock, The day they told me your time had been bought, “We’ll make him comfortable”…those dreaded words, If there’s a “comfortable” way to die it’s absurd! I’d armed myself with so many

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

Who Wants Changes?

Who Wants Changes? short poem

It all remains just the same – The roads we measured, The shops we went to, The restaurants where we ate, The beach we enjoyed love, The buses we traveled in, The benches we sat on, The hands that you