Sprouts Poems

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

Man Musing

Man Musing long poem

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

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Love Sonnet 185

Love Sonnet 185 sonnet poems

My love, speak not to me of yesterday, Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies, Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay, But of today, where starts new fantasies; If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow, Whilst

An Awaited End.

An Awaited End. short poem

I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

The Mirror In The Brook

The Mirror In The Brook long poem

On a lonely day, I stare at the shaking trees, And falling leaves. Deciduous leaves leave the boughs, And a stream flows and stirs about Like a lovely lough. A scene so beautiful, I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre, What

A Crushed Mother

A Crushed Mother short poem

She is desolate, slender and feeble , yet she has an unshaken sound will that instills energy and hopes into her humble heart to yearn for pleasant conclusion to her withering sapless body . Staring at things around through her

Intelligent Onion

Intelligent Onion short poem

One layer upon another Many are there altogether A simple onion never struck me before That it holds the secret of Life at its core Equating each layer to all we possess Vanity as gaudy as a concubine’s dress As

Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm ode

A storm I think, it is coming through– thunderheads in a blind momentum overthrow the stillness, the cars skid and blare, the men skitter, clouds roar Long deep shadow covered life and love lightening flares down to earth kissing the

I shall explain everything

I shall explain everything long poem

You must be thinking, here are shoulders that can take all your tears and be surprised to find me on some days with tears, that fires can’t evaporate, leave alone the warmth of your embraces. you must be thinking, here

My Fairy Fair Lady

My Fairy Fair Lady short poem

Touch of your fingers gives feeling of first winter wind, And sprouts bliss and splendor in heart and inner mind. Your voice is like water stream passing through a valley, Brings feeling of relaxation in mind and soul, deeply. Twinkling

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

The Doldrums

The Doldrums long poem

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A

Praying Hurriedly

Praying Hurriedly short poem

You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?

पीपल का पत्ता

पीपल का पत्ता kavita

भादो की पुरबिया, सांय सांय बह रही उन्मुक्त, गगन में, गरमी में कभी छिटक कर जो सटे देह से, मादकता बरसावे, नीरव एहसास लिए मन प्रति पल, खुद पर ही इतरावे, पर खिड़की से सटे, पीपल की मादकता अनुमोदित थी,

Carbon Choking

Carbon Choking short poem

Uninhibited violence. The disappearing she-factor in stem cells at sunset point, which could not collect the evidence.How the tomb-sweeping stopped and candles blown out? This time the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again gone out of sight, and the dark

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

Pacemaker

Pacemaker short poem

Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The

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Cain’s Victims

Cains Victims long poem

The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal

Teen Life

Teen Life short poem

What is teenage do you really know? Biologically it’s the time you grow The time when hormones start to flow When when what you feel you can not show. Some say it is the time you start to fight You

Eighteen

Eighteen short poem

As rage dwindled and I came to be Writhed in agony on the ground, I howled. With beaten eyes, I looked around Buds of flake and broken shards were found. Wiping my eyes, I sat on the filthy floor My

Break

Break short poem

During the full charge of the afternoon words or figures tumbling out of you something the size and scent of work remember that it is unimportant vow to come to yourself pull back from those artificial languages feel your heart

Unseen And Unheard

Unseen And Unheard short poem

“The thunder did flash and the rain did fall, The wind too stirred up and started to creep and crawl. The sky turned dark and the lightening tore through, On and on it rumbled, a sinister grey the skies grew.

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

The Silent Way.

The Silent Way. long poem

I am quiet.  I am the observer amisdst the chaos,  I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans,  Where solace and peace settle,  Making the place their home.  I am quiet.  I do not need any justification to

The Sun

The Sun short poem

With their backs to the sun They ask “why” and “where” Focused on having fun They refuse to even care I tell them “turn around, It’s closer than you think” But they continue to look down Without a single blink

Worded Weapon

Worded Weapon short poem

Words are mighty weapons, They lash you like a whip, Cut like a knife, Slicing you into pieces. Pelt you like stones, Making wounds so deep, They leave a scar, Forever in the heart. They pierce you like arrows, With

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

My Love

My Love short poem

Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only

No answers

No answers short poem

How rash can rash be how fast can I burn out how do i become shooting star how do I make people see what they don’t want to see or do I have anything to show at all the sun

Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…) When you are eighteen Just add the two numbers And be nine again This ancient tree is evergreen… When you are eighteen Weave the threads of friendship Play the cords of worship Sing a song

I am Private

I am Private short poem

People use your business as a weapon, that’s why I’m a private person. I keep my thoughts in my head, so nobody can’t say that I said. I keep people at a distance, because too many people is an audience.

Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

Something Happened

Something Happened short poem

Something happened I was just looking in your eyes Then a tear-drop fell to my surprise My heart ached watching your lonely cries I knew then I could not say something that replies My angel fell out of the heavenly

Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored

So I Am 27!

So I Am 27! long poem

So I am 27 now, people says I am getting older now, but it’s just the same child who has just learned to grow somehow. Now I understand what my goal is, and what all are my priorities. Priorities may

Western Portrait

Western Portrait short poem

Walk ever faintly with me, my love Barefoot upon the salted apron shore Let us sip the fading western light Savor the bodied flavor of recent wounds Bow completely to descending night Heal imperfectly beneath comforting moons ..until daylight reveals

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Go beyond the past. Go beyond the present.. Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? When those cleansed people Wandering through other times And places, look around aimlessly In search of

Inhibiting Spirals

Inhibiting Spirals short poem

Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable