Strangers Poems

Strangers poems that delve into unpredictability of life throwing light on strange feelings, experiences and situations. When everyone and everything seems like a stranger, poetry becomes a soulmate, a confidant. This collection of stranger poems are such pieces of deep thoughts and self communication. Stranger poems are not just limited to the topic of unfamiliar people, they talk about different aspects of life becoming strangers at different points. And the best past is, everyone who reads these poems feels at home with them. We have all found and been strangers in life. And that journey is just what stranger poems is.

Let Us Be Strangers Again

Let Us Be Strangers Again short poem

Come my dear let us be strangers again With that suffocating pain in my heart On a sad note let me depart don’t wish to indulge in the blame game don’t want to give a dent to your name and

Strangers Passing By

Strangers Passing By short poem

If I could just describe the pain, The pain, of losing you! The pain, of missing those Passionate kisses, stolen at moments. The pain, of looking down onto my chest And not finding your head resting on it. The pain,

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers short poem

She knows That he knows That she knows He watches her! His silent eyes With a tip-off arrogance Makes him one of a kind. Her soothing smile With a pinch of grieve Sticks her out in a mile. A vain

Strangers In Sleep

Strangers In Sleep short poem

The dome has collapsed. You walk in fire on the eve of exhuming yourself, picking up the pieces of humming life. Eye to eye, the patience was wearing thin, fears had positioned themselves, at the doors, snarling. A mass grave

Strangers In The Journey

Strangers In The Journey short poem

Sailing through the river, A long line of boats I passed, With gloomy sulky faces aboard; None to give a smile. Fishes jumped up in their faces, No one bothers; Birds flew in numbers, No one looks up. Where they

Two Strangers In Love

Two Strangers In Love prose poem

When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

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Still That Stranger

Still That Stranger ballad

I wish you were still the stranger I admired Will I think again before I chain myself to another restless departure Fitting you in everyday is a sickness it breaks me As a night dark caught in look waiting out

A Simple Smile And A Sweet Hello

A Simple Smile And A Sweet Hello long poem

There was a girl about the same age as I I could tell from her posture and her absent voice that she was very shy. Did I go to her and offer my friendship? No I just walked away the

A Reason To Hang Around

A Reason To Hang Around long poem

Well you haven’t given me much of a reason these past few seasons to put my whole heart into this so-called relationship…well I need to know if you still love me or not…I Need A Reason To Hang Around I

Lost Or Stolen?

Lost Or Stolen? short poem

Finding that green dot beside his name, The heart said”aah he is finally back again”! Shall I text ?or shall I wait? The dilemma continues till date. Best friends he said,once we were… Then why all of sudden it went

Poems containing references to : Strangers

Love sonnet 222

Love sonnet 222 sonnet poems

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate. Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy

The Christmas Stench

The Christmas Stench prose poem

There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

The Girl With A Book

The Girl With A Book short poem

She dashes just in time for the final boarding call Because airport book shops should never be missed She adores browsing second-hand book stores They smell of memories… like a long-forgotten kiss Bookmarks are more than mere page pointers They

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

The Other Side Of The Coin

The Other Side Of The Coin short poem

It’s a toss, head or tail but you never know, She shows the head and buries the tail but still you can’t tell, She seems right but what of her other side? Who is there to share the other side

A Facilitator’s Journey

A Facilitators Journey short poem

Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,

Looking Glass

Looking Glass short poem

Seeing me in full in the looking-glass Is a stranger with new and senior tasks Not recognizable to me are the long gone years of the past Now with loss of hair and exaggerated features not recognizable to me or

As Fleet As A Life

As Fleet As A Life short poem

To end up alone in a world full of pain Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black A face; a

Daughter

Daughter prose poem

The two strangers met each other to mingle and lead rest of their life all together The two in course of time were to become three The two dreamt of a baby boy but were disappointed when they found it

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

The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

All About Life

All About Life short poem

life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Can’t Stop It Flowing

Cant Stop It Flowing short poem

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Memories

Memories short poem

My memories have become nomads, And they come back all at once. Like strangers from myriad surreal lands, Or a thousand prodigal sons. How far from home, we have strayed mother! From that sunny dreaming hearth, So my memories seem

Once In A While

Once In A While short poem

It’s good to leave your comfort zone Once or more in a while And travel to unknown lands To have a feel of life out there. It’s awesome visiting new places Meeting people of varied cultures Hear queer, unfamiliar languages

I would like for you to be sad

I would like for you to be sad short poem

My love, I would like for you to be sad in my absence, wandering among thorny regions, miserable, drowning in dry leaves, picking little stone to throw at noisy birds and children. My love, I would like for you to

Wild Life

Wild Life short poem

Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom)

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom) ballad

Left in fuchsia, left awful, never happen, smiled and gazed, waited until twilight, never came, , left solo, left naught, left heartbroken, no place to be found. ran, barefoot and red, eyes blurry with pain. left me, escaped passed strangers,

Just Maybe

Just Maybe short poem

Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,

Fathers, We Have A Question For You

Fathers, We Have A Question For You long poem

The fish in the river died And the river became foul smelling. There was blood all over In containers both of wood and of stone. In houses both of Pharaoh and the peasants In nations, both of the government and

Dear Husband !

Dear Husband ! long poem

My mornings are sad and evenings are blue As if I am incomplete without dear you On you here my heart is due When good omens remain from many to few When strangers became friends , we once knew Heart

A Personal Duel

A Personal Duel short poem

A world of glorified crooks and vilified saints. He is an aspiring politician, while he is the selfless Samaritan. He embraces deceit, while he toils in virtue. He amasses wealth, while he mourns over strangers death. He plots ploy through

What Could Be My Fate?

What Could Be My Fate? short poem

I look at myself in the mirror wondering about my present state reflected rays become dimmer what could be my fate? Some strangers say they’re there for me some friends don’t say a word but then comes the sting of

Maybe (mumbai, July 2016)

Maybe (mumbai, July 2016) short poem

Maybe, just maybe, love is not a forever thing you know? Maybe it is just an evening spent taking crowded trains to unknown stations figuring announcements in foreign languages and wandering walks through dilapidated bylanes full of squishy muck and

A Thankful Note

A Thankful Note short poem

It takes time to build trust For one who with strangers can’t easily adjust Reality is full of things unjust Better to coat it with fantasy at the crust We meet strangers through accidents Some turn to memorable incidents Thoughts

Strange Feeling

Strange Feeling short poem

Like the Rhythmic sound merging with the flowing River Like the flowing River merging with the Sea Like the Sea merging with the Horizon My heart desires for her None but she knows whether her heart will ever mingle with

Why Do You Work?

Why Do You Work? short poem

What is the reason why you work? “Because I have to”, did I guess your thought? I just can’t understand idea Of why we work in such a sphere Where we don’t use our heart and soul. Instead, we tend

My Story’s End

My Storys End short poem

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with

Oh Clock!

Oh Clock! long poem

Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??