Stamp Poems

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

Outside The Box

Outside The Box short poem

What is truth? We live our lives being told what is true. Truths in science fall by the wayside when new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they? Religions will tell you their truths. Problem is few agree. So

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A Noseless Woman

A Noseless Woman short poem

“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass

Love Soulmate

Love Soulmate short poem

Oh my love, my soul-mate You are so beautiful and delicate Curve of eyebrows are so great Come on with me on a date Your presence with me on ground Will make me more happy and sound To your bounty

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Values To Stay

Values To Stay short poem

Used stamp collecting of childhood days didn’t cost much. The knowledge revealed lasted for the lifetime. What happened to the electric car? Its picture was on a stamp postmarked 1917. Pictures on stamps reveal what and where. Much geography is

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

Rise From The Grave

Rise From The Grave long poem

People with greed and selfishness rule this world of umpteen wonder The one who burns within himself for not digesting the prosperity of the other is recognised as a good Human being Living for oneself is not living at all

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You Are My Eyes!

You Are My Eyes! long poem

I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at

Punishment

Punishment short poem

My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then

Bury Me In These Pajamas

Bury Me In These Pajamas long poem

Christmas eve is A time of family and tradition Or in my case Unopened PJ’s, anxiety attacks, and cops That’s all that I’ll ever think of anymore At the mention of it I’ll be brought to tears I was cleaning

Stillbirth

Stillbirth short poem

Between want and desire few crumbs of words will not satisfy. Facts and perception build a latticed smile between tears. Discreetly life catches a miasm, a fault to commit suicide. When will the exile end, of hope, a holy womb?

Chasing Pavements

Chasing Pavements prose poem

Here to perform for their living arrive, ‘more talents’ In their mind on world stage, reality chasing pavements The likes of these acts been here many times before “Please stop, look, listen! Never know what’s in store?” Lots of people

The Toll

The Toll short poem

found discarded in a blackberry verge rebar caked in layers dirt and rust like an alien archeologist might lovingly wrest from a sandy pit blow it clean with lepidopterous lips much heavier than appears it should strains elbow and shoulder

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

Absolute Love

Absolute Love short poem

And he has waited for her since eternity, eternity still awaits him. He has spanned infinity, infinity separates him from her. His love is true, eternal-infinite, beautiful. She is Absolute: true, eternal-infinite, beautiful. In a moment and a movement, she

Plasma Floats

Plasma Floats short poem

Like a bikini top two hills were rising in a spiral optics. Has an altruistic vision. A wildfire erupts between the thongs of dead. You have a mobile message not to praise the sunrise in the woods. I am watching

Sometimes I Cry!

Sometimes I Cry! prose poem

Sometimes I cry, Occasionally, in the quiet Darkness of the night, It makes me a human again, A weird sense of life and pain, I like the warmth of my tears, The time I know my fears, Which run across

Love

Love long poem

Three words that makes one flutter Three words that worth a million I say that is love Life without love is a pain to bear, But when you attain it is a joy to share It changes a man’s life

Successful

Successful short poem

Mistake is the result of Misjudgement Misjudgement leads to Regret Regret make one Wise Wise will not act in haste Hasty Decisions will result in failures failures are stepping stones for success Successful one would never commit mistake Mistakes come

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

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

Jesus Saves

Jesus Saves long poem

you read your books in school bruh they taught of lessons needed in life some how along life’s way you got lost busting down doors sleeping with dirty whores rap scene was you first priority flirting with fire of Satan’s

A Blossoming Love

A Blossoming Love short poem

It’s funny; all it takes is a glance and I’m entranced, A stare from your eyes that makes me forget about the sky. A stunning smile that makes me grow so wild, A chance to release my inner-child. The tidal

Yes I Am Black

Yes I Am Black long poem

I was born with a face less fair, God painted me with charcoal, they said! So by now you get it, I’m black! A progeny of the slaves, a colour of destruction and evil fate! My colour became my identity

Sneaking Gods

Sneaking Gods short poem

Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the

My Presence

My Presence short poem

Sometimes when you don’t see me In a path you are heading to, Just look behind, You will always find me following you. Sometimes when you don’t need me At a point when you have everything with you, But anytime

Unburdening

Unburdening short poem

The baggage that each of us carry around We keep quiet making no sound With laden eyes and tethered souls Who likes a blanket full of holes What’s there to prove to this world anyway Just enjoy it all till

The shadow of me…

The shadow of me... short poem

In this endless journey, In this endless pursue, I thought – I was alone, Until, I found someone along with me, Paused briefly – momentarily, I looked back to see – For I thought may be it’s thee, But, It

Persistent Dreams

Persistent Dreams long poem

I’m a man of persistent dreams part of my undermind trying to tell me something some archetypal architecture race-memory collective unconsciousness because I know my dreams are not unique down past all the layers conscious subconscious unconscious or translated through

Make Your Own Footprints In The Sand

Make Your Own Footprints In The Sand long poem

Make your own footprints in the sand When you walk through life and look back at your path in reflection, You can see the path trodden through the sands in life, footprints in more than one direction. It is easy

Unwrap Yourself

Unwrap Yourself prose poem

Have you wandered off the beaten path and blamed someone other than yourself? Or could it be that you never walked the path of others, because you were alone and left. Did someone hurt you when you ran from the

Being Apart

Being Apart short poem

You and I can be like the ship and the crew, Don’t laugh, my boy, because what I say is true. You and I can be like the brain and the book, Drive me crazy with your every look. As

Love, So Long Ago

Love, So Long Ago short poem

I can remember the days when love was abundant, Oh, it was so long ago! I remember when every turn was a new, more exciting, and more adventurous lover, I remember love, as a take and go trade, It was

I Am Touched

I Am Touched prose poem

Oh yes and I AM TOUCHED by your smile, by your laughter and your charm, spending time with you is like spending time in paradise oh yes ‘cuz baby I AM TOUCHED by the way you touch my face and

My Space

My Space short poem

From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait

Nipple Flowers

Nipple Flowers ode

As if it was a long drawn wait As if she is the known one The people’s sound And the sound of silence Pure pleasure of bondless Bondings That light The light of nipple flowers Upward Not in direction But

Then and Now

Then and Now short poem

I left myself behind, I left my all behind A new beginning I thought lay ahead Yet as time went by Caught was I once again In a tug of war of emotions One side lay the things they felt

Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes ode

The baker said, I want brown. Sin-steeped chocolate sauce, Caramel crusty and burnt, Cashew roasted to an infinite dark. The painter said, I want brown. Raw umber, tempered With a downy fawn and spiked With shots of bronze. The chef