Selfie Poems

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

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Bright eyes, puckered lips Intensified by the moment, wanting it to be perfect Craving fame. Preparations manifold To derive the face to outshine any other Terrificly mesmerizing. Devices outsmarting the smartest Desire for renown numbs the human intellect Nudging them

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The Photo Op

The Photo Op prose poem

Standing in the bathroom camera in her hand she’s looking in the mirror deciding how to stand Just a little nervous with not much on at all she snaps the camera shutter then lets the bathrobe fall She puts a

Poems containing references to : Selfie

From Talkative To Taciturn

From Talkative To Taciturn short poem

I am not loquacious as you think Nor do I descend from a family of Well known speakers To keep you happy I talk, talk and talk And I stop it.. And one day, you ask me What’s wrong darling?

Facebook

Facebook short poem

Let me have a little look on my Facebook today, Let me just see what the world has to say, Let me take a minute to check my newsfeed, Then I wondered why, and I wondered why indeed. “I’m going

Ready Set Go

Ready Set Go short poem

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

Imposters, An Ode.

Imposters, An Ode. short poem

Sometimes in the dark, I see them break apart, With furry or straight hair, Into pieces of never there. I reload and think back, To when parlour music played, People laughed and went home, So happy that they came. Then

My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

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Teasing

Teasing short poem

Tonight when I come back clad in wounded memories, one seed deep the pod would lie in the forest of hands, I will wake you up in between the kisses of moon. The hawthorn lamps – let me light the

The Moth

The Moth short poem

Velvety fur so soft and smooth, Brown wings of hope clinging to the truth; It’s hirsute body glowing in the plethora of the fire, The moth flies an inch closer; Wings of fire, it still flies, An evanescent memory of

Recompense

Recompense short poem

Don’t mourn my brethren in effect you must rejoice The cause of contention lies silenced forever voice Futile is moving penance it’s just a transitory phase When hated my presence then why play up of praise Worthy never deemed living

I Have Promises To Keep

I Have Promises To Keep short poem

I have promises to keep to those who turn have created a separate world without me because of which my world turned into a fairy tale I have promises to keep to the one who actually forced me to be

Dad

Dad short poem

She is a curse A blemish on life A deep dark secret Lurks in her sad eyes She craves his forgiveness Wants to make amends Because her birthday Brought his life to an end Daddy, please forgive me I don’t

All I Remember

All I Remember short poem

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you hunker down for the happenings did not fit in the shoes of black magic it was a damned reversal of the pygmies to become

Here’s to Your New Year

Heres to Your New Year short poem

Another year has past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a new year’s dawn, This year to come has so much potential, But you making the choice is totally essential. For without choice you will not do All of the things

Poinsettia

Poinsettia short poem

What was that inside you which was not ready to accept the compound folly of a man? What worry do I carry tonight to my bed? An intentional leap into the very fire of mind? A virgin garden battles with

My Shinning Pome

My Shinning Pome short poem

I reached a shining pome in company of cloves To ripen its taste by the shade of the grove How then it lingered my buds so bittersweet I had its heart for mine, but still my own to keep Placing

Infidelity

Infidelity short poem

Some play a game of win or lose With the many partners they choose Then try to get down and dirty And forget you without any pity They always play by rigged rules So they always win and never lose

Realization

Realization short poem

When I saw some kids, playing in the street, With a wish to join them, in that summer heat, Soon, a ray of realization came, That my innocence was no more the same. When I wanted to join, the youth

The Way…

The Way… short poem

Being a forest ranger I sense a way to be Observing is my hobby Your hobby: let it be Observing nature bring You all to understand Why would the ancients cling? To worship mother land Wisdom of ancient trees Is

Old-Man-Poet

Old Man Poet short poem

Old-man-poet! Write from the heart; Reboot the world; make it new again! Turn its white hoary head with a start; Spin a poem of ablative gain! Let ablution be the God-ablated birth; Let it unravel the umbilical whorl That winds

Slow Fearful Contrast

Slow Fearful Contrast short poem

Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

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

A Tear Drop

A Tear Drop short poem

Dying daily in eternity for it to be, a tear drop held all the pain of life. You were lost in words, between the phrases time was in, time was out. The color, the theme was fading, a seduced century

Brand new shoes

Brand new shoes short poem

Tied the laces on new shoes Just can’t walk this same old route Tried and died for years and years Everyday the same old fears Now it’s time to look ahead Off the road that wears the tread Beyond the

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale short poem

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love

The Unfound

The Unfound ode

Worry not you by water bound Or disturb your sleeping state If words, simple nor profound Mark there your resting place For those who look upon this deep This vast, this treacherous, churning ground Who in the bone your memory

Life’s Rules

Lifes Rules short poem

Life is fair if you follow rules Tiny tricks and tricky tools Stumble and fall, yet rise once again It’s alright to cry, but cry only in the rain Remember, what’s right to you is wrong for another Rely on

Hungerford West, Spring

Hungerford West, Spring sonnet poems

I travelled back a mile by the canal in sunshine, sky so fresh that early hour was nourishment and I gulped-down the air. Those path-side plants are nearly at their full, I watched a bristling, bulbous stem unroll, blue dragonflies,

Wash Day

Wash Day short poem

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to

Serpent

Serpent short poem

Every night, a fire burns bright Inside the cave. The one-eyed snake Comes crawling Drawn by the promise of warmth That emanates from the leaping flames. Its forked tongue struts in and out Like lightning. Its limp agile body Tightens,

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

Intoxicated Musk

Intoxicated Musk short poem

I sleep to your sweet lullaby Composing songs of intoxicated love. And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain; Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds

How Do I?

How Do I? ode

I see you dressed in green So vibrant and so lovely Fresh as an unfolding spring How do I touch your heart? I see you dressed in turquoise Strutting like a peacock So stately and proud How do I break

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Cry Me A River

Cry Me A River short poem

Unable to reach you Unable to teach you How to love How to remove The hurt of the heart I feel maximum pain I feel like max payne Imagine what we could have made An angel calls And I continue

Heart

Heart short poem

Broad mindedness is the yardstick of one’s wisdom Broad minded is always a giver His ambition is the welfare of the needy His aim in Life is upliftment of poor Needy first self later is his motto small mindedness is

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2)

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2) prose poem

Introduction: Aldo Leopold (January 11, 1887 -April 21, 1948) was an American author, scientist, ecologist, forester, environmentalist, and conservationist. In the 1920-1930 eras, he moved to the Baraboo, Wisconsin area. The grey wolf was viewed as a predator, to be

An Absent Minded Mouse

An Absent Minded Mouse long poem

I once saw a mouse Upon a doll’s house Sniffing and twitching his nose I asked how he was And he looked right across And said, not too bad I suppose I asked, Are you waiting For someone or thing