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

Poems containing references to : Stamp

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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How Is Your Faith

How Is Your Faith prose poem

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

Nature

Nature short poem

Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays

Rose

Rose short poem

You the red soft roses, The queen of the bushes, Oh the wooing princess, How shall thy beauty be praised! Millions of unknown thoughts you say, But in a quite silent way, All the world, across tha bay! Behind the

Is Poetry Barbaric ?

Is Poetry Barbaric ? short poem

Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may

Freedom From Phantoms

Freedom From Phantoms short poem

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

Let Us Take Another Road

Let Us Take Another Road short poem

Let us take another road. The boundary was not clear between crime and pardon between disease and murder. The cleft in the ravines had hidden the rifles and landmines when we were busy in worshipping the rock face with folded

Morzine

Morzine short poem

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick

Rains Of Poetry

Rains Of Poetry short poem

Loneliness of night, When extinguishes the lighting eyes, Silence when rules the earth, I listen to the music of anklets, Someone silently comes in, And I listen to a song of love, The poet is still thirsty, The thirsty eyes

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

In the valley of blasts a row of jacarandas tall, sweet smelling, shed blue petals endlessly. A colossus spread on wounds of earth. A small girl with pellets in her belly was searching her wounded mother. Essence of sorrow helps

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due short poem

Well have you ever wondered why they give Columbus the credit for finding North America when he never set a foot on the promised land, no it was the Vikings that came here first and we have proof after finding

Tapes

Tapes short poem

I’ve been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It’s not that

The Image

The Image short poem

Each morning as I get up out of bed, All kinds of thoughts go through my head. In my heart I search for peace of mind, Just one certain answer I hope to find! Another day with all things that

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Losing Myself

Losing Myself short poem

The pain slowly spreads through my body. While my mind begs it all to stop (to stop the pain, to stop the tears…), My heart refuses to let him go. The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!” But

At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

At the cross-roads I stand I ask myself to answer my questions, My ever lingering past and my evanescent future, I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise. At the cross-roads

Alone With Loneliness

Alone With Loneliness short poem

It’s been 4 am I can’t sleep I can’t be me without you I think of you, if you were here I think I’m happy but, I’m sad about the way I used to be I want changes in life

Flames

Flames short poem

You went blank on the line between sand and water, between seizure and assault. The tribes have unwrapped their torches, they are coming in numbers. Who was going on trial? Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta. The drummer announces the fight.

Be An Example (leadership Has Died)

Be An Example (leadership Has Died) elegy

It would be great for adults to refocus, and think about the things they do and say. There is a saying “How would you feel if someone did that or said that to you.” Are adults in this time and

Positivity

Positivity short poem

People often complain that I have more of a negative streak in me I decided to try a positive streak I laughed on seeing the dead I smiled on seeing an injured I was upbeat on somebody’s trauma I was

Distant Apart

Distant Apart short poem

Far beyond the ocean breeze Where my tiny hands fail to reach I see a light so warm and bright A soft breeze touched my face Gave a soft warmth that I could feel Far away I heard a voice

You Say I Am Into Your Heart

You Say I Am Into Your Heart short poem

You say I am into your heart; and sitting on its bough in your sleep and waking I start singing sweet love-song now; and then you ask me, how? You ask me how I entered there and how I love-song

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

Who Knows?!

Who Knows?! short poem

Is there only black and white? Who knows? Is there only darkness or light? Who knows! Who knows! Where are the shades of grey? Who knows? Where are the words I wanted to say? Who knows! Who knows! Is there

Hope

Hope short poem

Dark is the shadow that fell Dark is the alley in which the shot rang Deep is the abyss in which he fell No echo to be heard of his scream No reverberations from the hard fall No body suits,

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

Riddles In The Void

Riddles In The Void short poem

I write in riddles so no one will ever truly perceive me. I speak in riddles creating a web of ambiguity. The void is full of that voice. Whispered suggestions that give me no choice. Words in my head that

The Generations

The Generations short poem

Sixties came and went, As the seventies rolled in I was born upon my mother’s breast Last of four kids, I was the baby of the family Seventies were filled of adventure, fun, and games Learning new faces and names

A Call To Prayer

A Call To Prayer prose poem

‏Here I am; a thread of silk. Like a fire bird, I erect up from cities besieged by noise, I stand up from clouds tainted by petroleum and money, from a sky floored by thundering jets and earthy curses, crossing

Dreaming Wheel (forbidden Desire)

Dreaming Wheel (forbidden Desire) ballad

you on one shore I on another range is vast, surrounded by fens. furious boiling men loaded with guns do you hear my heartache ooh here you come bold and fierce warrior take me away and burn away my fevers,insecurities

“diva” My Bird

diva My Bird short poem

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

I Think, I Learned, I Know

I Think, I Learned, I Know short poem

Out on a long journey Towards an unknown destiny I can hear someone calling me behind But I learned, I know things can’t get rewinded. I wish I could have a genie Asking my three wishes to fulfil But I

Scars

Scars short poem

As the pen parades across an empty page, leaving lingering lines that will last for an age, we pause and wonder with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes. As the nib scars the surface of the

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask