Subjectivity Poems

Subjectivity poems bring the best collection of short and long subjectivity poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great subjectivity rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these subjectivity poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on subjectivity are here for you.

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

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The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Incorporated

Incorporated short poem

Helter skelter in vain he tries. The guilt, the angst he ever denies. A chimp in a suit will he realize? Lost and jaded any surprise?

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

The Enviable

The Enviable short poem

A moment of pause was needed in the eerie lull after the gathering of dreams, to enter the corridor of voices. We stopped looking through our tongues, across the bitterness of burning river, after the mud in our eyes. The

Sleep

Sleep short poem

When moon rises in the sky, and the dark night gets darker. When silence is the all that surrounds, and in the middle, howl of hounds. When people sleep, but their dreams awake, when reality hides and rises the fake.

#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

Mr. Hewitt Cox The father of my dreams The hardest working man In the whole entire east Never have I ever Been closer to a 60 year old man We were so close in fact, I call him my best

World at my Window

World at my Window short poem

World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

Pondering Over!

Pondering Over! short poem

Are you the colors of Rainbow? To which, beautiful of beautifuls, bow Or, you are the burning sun! Enlighting the entire universe at once. Are you every visage’s fun? Every heart’s ecstasy you enhance …… Are you the drop of

Seine Of Benevolence

Seine Of Benevolence short poem

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like

Away From My Fears Is The Day I Dream

Away From My Fears Is The Day I Dream long poem

“Away from my fears is the day I dream, a place where eternal happiness awaits for me. Where no pains exist, no one could hurt me. I could breathe the way I want without losing my identity. A place so

Rising Wishes

Rising Wishes short poem

I saw a hope, hope rising up in the air or was it a wish wish following someone’s prayer? I traced it to the point point till it disappeared pondered there for a while then another one appeared. I also

Love Sonnet 188

Love Sonnet 188 sonnet poems

The fragrance of Spring sweetly scents the air, And creeks are running full of melted snow, My eyes could not keep foolishly from glare, Of early morning sun’s radiating glow; More buds have opened up, aroused from sleep, To greet

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

As long as I am breathing…

As long as I am breathing... short poem

As long as I am breathing Till the moment I am alive I will not lose hope I will fight, I will strive Unless my eyes are closed forever Until the time of my life is over my belief will

I am torn

I am torn short poem

I look around I see things that I don’t have to I feel things that are sacrilegious I do things that are desecration I can’t breath anymore I can’t smile I can’t laugh I am dragging a dead corpse everywhere

Doon Afternoon

Doon Afternoon short poem

Crisp eucalyptus leaves Pale green, redolent with a spicy aroma Some just shards of the palest beige A fragrant carpet underfoot With every step and every breath. Perched on the branch Of the lichee tree Rough barked Black ants tickling

A Fallen Leaf

A Fallen Leaf short poem

‘Perhaps a person will pick me up and crunch me in the palm into plenty of pieces’ The strong leaf I used to be Had watched others weaken and fall, Being trampled on and drying up Or carried away by

Sagittarius

Sagittarius long poem

Well and you are a freedom lover if anything so archer of my dreams go on and spread your wings as lightning goes to the sky in the blink of an eye you disappear again, born of the wind…Sagittarius carefree

Keep Walking..

Keep Walking.. short poem

(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong

Death And Desire

Death And Desire short poem

when young death is unheard when grown up death appears mystery when at ripe age death appears real When health deteriorates death knocks at your doors You either surrender or try to escape when you surrender you are no more

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

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

Life’s Little Mirror You

Lifes Little Mirror You prose poem

Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in

Sometimes

Sometimes long poem

Sometimes the glass in the dishwasher breaks. Sometimes the heart though unbroken aches. Sometimes the wound is not healed by time. Sometimes punishment does not fit the crime. Sometimes it’s darker even after the dawn. Sometimes the queen is beat

For Rain I Shall Applaud

For Rain I Shall Applaud ode

O Every Single Tear, Adventurous and wild! Lyrical to my ear, You bring out in me the child Who wishes she could hear Your voice in every day, So she could make some room, For you, as guest to stay!

Tribute To A P J Abdul Kalam

Tribute To A P J Abdul Kalam short poem

You are not history, You are the victory. You were even not selected in air force, But you commanded all armed forces. You had a vision, You completed impossible mission. You are not only a guide, You are india’s pride.

For An Answer

For An Answer prose poem

I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain

Closer To God, Further From Heaven

Closer To God, Further From Heaven long poem

Closer to God, further from Heaven; I have faith in you to ruin everything. Heaven can’t exist if our life is like this; I have no faith in you, because I live in this abyss. If you want to make

I Wanna Meet You Again

I Wanna Meet You Again short poem

I never knew who you were? A princess , queen or an angel from heaven I dont know from where you come and where you go? But I wanna meet you again The misty benches of memories Do encompass the

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

Winds Of Yesterday

Winds Of Yesterday short poem

Broken thoughts fell strewed around The dark path winding long ahead Shadows lay at the edge of her feet Each step of hers into an unknown abyss Lost somewhere in the sands of Time Blurred seconds stretched to years Through

Depth Of Love

Depth Of Love short poem

The day Sun refuses to rise in the morning is the day your memory is wiped out of me Your memory is haunting me so much that I have forgotten to smile ,I find no trace of happiness and my

Until We Meet Again

Until We Meet Again long poem

As I try to put Pen to paper I find that my thoughts Have begun to waver I always thought of myself As being very strong But I’ve been feeling very lost Ever since you’ve gone I cry at night

A Better World

A Better World prose poem

The world is changing fast and with it the way people relate to one another The manner in which people love their significant others is not to bother Unless there is an ulterior motive like pleasure, wealth or fame to

A Tree Was Talking

A Tree Was Talking short poem

He returned empty hands. Death was casually running around on charred bodies. Was lank poetry of a ruthless god. The house was on fire after selling its children. The days were becoming longer than life. Casus belli, whom do you

Roses Red, Coral, Blue

Roses Red, Coral, Blue short poem

Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring