Skyward Poems

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

Firebird

Firebird short poem

Every night by candlelight I go to you on the wings of a Firebird and you are there waiting for me in your red cape where fire burns outside the snow… you reach out for me without saying a word,

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Return

Return short poem

I sat here before Back to the wall The walls spoke of sorrow and fear Now they warm my heart With sparking luminescence Firing bulbs of elegance that Soothe the soul entranced Life has come back In glorious delight Every

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

Light Unto Three

Light Unto Three sonnet poems

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

Night Unto Three

Night Unto Three long poem

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

Our Last Walk

Our Last Walk long poem

I dreamt last night that you were with me and we walked along that path leading to the river and the ferry across. (do you remember the ferry?) It was summer, or so it seemed, and the air was heavy

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Abused

Abused prose poem

Physically abused, Mentally accused, Emotionally scared For the ones she held dear. Her burning flesh And the positive tests Her leaking face Would always make my heart race The looks of disgrace would show on their face Without a clue,

In Memorium– Lest We Should Forget

In Memorium   Lest We Should Forget prose poem

Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In

Holopause

Holopause short poem

There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It

Love Sonnet 229

Love Sonnet 229 sonnet poems

When trophies rained upon my neighbor’s yard, With not a trickle spilling on my lawn, Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard, Through nights of darkness without hints of dawn; Time pelted me with woes that I can’t shake,

Gabble

Gabble short poem

i see two hands i see a face with eyes closed is the face in ecstasy or pain another story for another day i see a smile now and a kiss with wet lips i hear the proclamation of love

Fragility

Fragility short poem

A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to

A Big Idea?

A Big Idea? short poem

The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find

I’m Too High

Im Too High short poem

Totally lost in you…am I too high? I have to hold myself back, sigh! I wish I could crash in to you and die I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie! The bling in your eyes make me smile,

Afraid Of Unknown

Afraid Of Unknown short poem

A patch on my shirt was growing. I could not, because I did not want to remove it. I took everything, without choosing, a flag of my territory fluttered without wind. Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips tear less

I Must Be A Saint

I Must Be A Saint prose poem

Today, a man tried to kill me. He was arrested. The policeman already filled out a file. All he needed was my OK. I was OK. But I had nothing to complain. I was not even mad. Then they let

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

Death Of A Protest

Death Of A Protest short poem

To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing

Urania

Urania short poem

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl ballad

If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Values In Life – 1

Values In Life – 1 short poem

Life is full of fun; But without batten Of values beacon Life will be just a hun. If you want in life won Approx values bidden – Not money, values one Can lead to success done. Difference between bison And

A River

A River short poem

A river flows through many people’s places and around dangerous spaces A yellow corn field and an amazing pink windmill as a summer embraces A black crow on a wooden fence and a dusty road as a fire in the

Dayspring

Dayspring short poem

With the piety song of a pigeon A damsel dancing in the dawn as a floating canoe. Flare of a flake by the sun- the sentry of the day exalt the dawn’s grace. Never speck even a sparrow itself or

Bars

Bars short poem

To raise myself little by little up to the blackbird’s nest already forgotten by God my long hair more and more rough and salty to wrap it around the bird as if a dry tree’s twigs to feed it from

Not An Ordinary Woman

Not An Ordinary Woman short poem

I am a woman, not an ordinary woman But a woman with gutsy heart Destiny has been cruel to me But I never wished it to change I am a woman, not an ordinary woman My eyes searching for my

Impoverished

Impoverished short poem

You asked for an explanation for a flame. A bat flies in a passage of pain. A poem becomes an accuser. They were drowning the moon in a lake of blood. A poem sails like a kayak. The snow was

Hope

Hope short poem

The wind rattled tiles on the roof. Turned the windmill out at sea. Pushed me back and forwards until I landed on my knees. Paper rubbish floated in the air, my hat lifted off my head, and hair whipped my

Times Too Little

Times Too Little ballad

As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft

The Daisy In A Vase

The Daisy In A Vase short poem

Through the stormy desert Your thirst staggered for days, And ends up sipping Fresh experiences as consolation. An ocean of memories inside heart Constantly combust like wild flames, Yet seems so peaceful Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.

An Owl Song

An Owl Song short poem

Short hoo hoo to the distant space A hoo hoo from an unknown space The top of a branch perched in a tree That is where the song of the owl begins Carrying off into the wind at night An

Words

Words short poem

And my words won’t move you, Neither do I pretend to, To move some pound of flesh, Nor I care too. And these words would fight, Entangling within themselves, They would corrupt souls, And dwell upon a spell. They would

Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child

Mind Of An Intraverted Middle Child prose poem

These are just random snippets that I will just post together. Title: Monster minded and egos Like an enflatted ego is my thought that im a monster. As with Ego you are never as big or bad as you think,

Globalization

Globalization prose poem

Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small

Words

Words short poem

A fickle thing these words can be Vessels for hopes and expectations The building blocks for dreams How smoothly they slip off a tongue Fall on fertile ground and They will grow roots far and deep They stay with you

Silence

Silence short poem

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

Lupercalia

Lupercalia short poem

Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when

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