Secret Poems

Secret poems revealing the concealed, camouflaged and disguised emotions of human mind through brilliant poetic expression. Poetry has been used to unwrap secrets of heart over the years with magical use of metaphors, coated with experiences and imagery. This collection of secret poems is sure to grip your senses and remind you of all the secrets you hold within. They might also inspire you to put down your own uncommunicated secrets lingering in your mind for long. So here’s a chance to delve into many secrets and find new perspectives through them. Hope you enjoy reading these secret poems.

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call

The Buried Secret

The Buried Secret short poem

A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the

A secret Escape

A secret Escape short poem

Away from noise, away from crowd, I seek a secret escape with no one around. Tired of listening what to do. what to seek, why don’t they just let me be. Dream of having my own world, living life on

Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer short poem

I saw a girl in purple Red were her lips..! The wind was blowing.. And the strands playing piano on her cheeks!! She was talking to a boy.. May be a special one…! Jealous I felt with her smiling tone.

The Secret Of A King

The Secret Of A King ballad

I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride

Little Secret

Little Secret short poem

Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be

A Secret Self

A Secret Self short poem

Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the

The Secret Beneath

The Secret Beneath short poem

Ever gazed my eyes, to look, as grabbing as a hook. The secret beneath, what lies are vast silence and cries… Happiness always remained there, as a mask but you never dared to ask. Ever seen my face to see,

Bella’s Secret

Bellas Secret ballad

Trauma is all I have known My courage is gone and now I am alone Too feeble to think of what took place Embracing the past of jaded disgrace You weren’t the presence of protection in my life With your

The Secret

The Secret short poem

It’s a secret Not for the Loathsome For if they knew exactly what to do They will vilificate it Written in code Only in pictures like a puzzle All you have known Was don’t believe what you see or hear

It’s No Secret

It’s No Secret short poem

Walk with me through the gate and garden I have a story to tell you ‘Lil darlin’ but understand it was a different way of life in 1864 when the country was divided and thrown into a civil war… it

A Secret Game

A Secret Game long poem

She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling

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Midnight

Midnight short poem

Midnight is fun With all the wrappers and covers All the extra cloths All the extra socks All the extra shorts All the extra mittens The rain is going The moon is up high MIDNIGHT Is as dark as a

Fog

Fog ode

‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing

For A Daydreamer

For A Daydreamer short poem

‘Yes, I will sing of thee, So dear to me’s the theme, And distant years shall hear the lay By mountain, vale and stream..’ – Charles Spence, Perthshire, 1898 White Campion flower soaked fields in summer, They choreograph in the

Secrets

Secrets short poem

At an early age something gone wrong Secrets were made and more to be found Those experiences that are supposed to shape your young mind Still create secrets that will hurt you in time People who loved you, you have

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

Guilty Secrets

Guilty Secrets short poem

Alone in a world of darkness, A world of eternal pain, I can’t tell the things I’ve done, It’s happened again and again. I close my eyes and see, The pain that I have caused, I didn’t even stop to

Le Chocolat

Le Chocolat ode

Mmm.. The rich noir sugary waterfall gently flows Caressing the soft luscious bays of cherry red lips Imagine a calm, crystal-clear river, waves that smoothly glow The glistening moonbeam dancing on the oar’s tips Listen, as they gingerly part the

Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

Forbidden Gift of love

Forbidden Gift of love short poem

You are everywhere On my mind, like insanity In my heart, deeply felt In my eyes, envisioned In my breath, blowing in and blowing out But I am afraid I can’t bring you on my lips Can’t spill your name

A Companion … Incognito!

A Companion ... Incognito! short poem

Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.

Closet Keepers

Closet Keepers elegy

Coming out of the closet, a whole new meaning? Meeting you for the first time was like a dream, yes a dream, all of my colours became vivid and bright, I was floating on cloud, I believed it was cloud

A Day In The Life

A Day In The Life short poem

If you could follow me around I wonder what you’d see, I wonder if you would be surprised, Would I be a reflection of how you think of me, Or would you think my life has been a lie. You

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Unveiled But Undeterred

Unveiled But Undeterred short poem

It was bound to slip away, revealing more than you would have them know The farce so painstakingly layered to present a you even you wouldn’t recognise, A you, that you never intended to show. There is too much covered

Secretly Loving You

Secretly Loving You short poem

I was alone, I was empty, My life was dull and lonely. Then you came unexpectedly, I could feel my heartbeats faster, then slowly. You’re one of a kind, When I see you, I’m out of my mind. I know

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Nobody Knows

Nobody Knows short poem

Nobody knows that I’ve been stealing glances of you That from day one I was always enamored of you. Nobody knows how I’ve been writing letters for you Letters that have heard how I longingly called for you. Nobody knows

Only In My Poetry

Only In My Poetry short poem

I wrote these words to tell all my secrets about you. I told you not to exhort, appreciate nor pity too, but I hope you’ll read and take a heed; to all these words though, it seemed absurd. Do not

The Seeds Of Love

The Seeds Of Love short poem

The pomegranate burst apart in a shower of purple-red spray and blunt red teeth disproving the chic appeal of white upholstery we cleaned the crime scene long hours on our knees soaking cloths with tart white vinegar and dabbing away

A Shadow You Are, Hidden

A Shadow You Are, Hidden short poem

You are my celestial lover; A shadow you are, hidden from the rays of the sun and the moon, of the stars and the lamps, of lanterns and lightning. Clad in the blanket of the nights formless you are; a

Poems containing references to : Secret

When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying short poem

All alone sitting on the edge of my bed My hands covering my face A moment when I silently pray to be invisible Moment when I feel like crying… Not many, but yes there are few such moments Appearing in

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

Seven Days Later

Seven Days Later prose poem

It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.

A Naughty Beloved

A Naughty Beloved short poem

When I am dejected, frustrated and insane, I look a way out in a closed dark lane, And I don’t find a way out, I shout and cry, My friend is a foe; she is sleeping on sky, She has

Stay. And complete me.

Stay. And complete me. prose poem

I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age long poem

she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those

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

By The Fire

By The Fire short poem

We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse

Death In Solitude

Death In Solitude short poem

Here it is, and again I have to go through my death Returning back from a future, the girl is a woman now And again I have metamorphosed myself Into an unexposed solitude The woman who was a girl the

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.