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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A Hell Turned Paradise

A Hell Turned Paradise short poem

My beloved I always remember Once my soul Had taken a ride On a marital-bliss river Jubilant nothing or no one Could put us asunder. But after I learnt You have sown mistrust On the fertile ground Of my heart

The Blindside

The Blindside short poem

Did you know that Never knew none To know what’s what Poem let be done. Primitive the people Of the early days So is religion Founded yesterday. Media is a set-up Government is a fraud Churches, pure business Well-played, applaud.

Inadequacy

Inadequacy short poem

A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? Queen

Do You Have A Conscience?

Do You Have A Conscience? long poem

Do you have a conscience? Do you have some care? Do you keep some secrets, or one you cannot bare? Do you know the answer? Do you know the why? Do you think you need a simple, solid, alibi? Do

Naughty Rain

Naughty Rain short poem

Drip drop rain drumming on the ground, With scented smell from the soil and appealing sound. Sprouts the sensation of love in the core of heart, Deepens the feeling of solitude, as she is apart. Floating black clouds with flickering

The Music Of Sleep

The Music Of Sleep short poem

Zephyr winds bade me follow To the black coolness of the night Do bear my soul’s sum Call forth the God Apollo Upon his lyre strum Pray the voices of nine muses A lullaby to soothe me As I open

Blessed

Blessed short poem

Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you

Had It Been So

Had It Been So prose poem

Had it been so that I had the wings of fire, Or If I were a true born human, Or I were powerful even as a devil, Or had I been able to read the mind Of good and evil

Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Love Sonnet 224

Love Sonnet 224 sonnet poems

It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom? This heart yearns for some tenderness and care So much to hope such magic can resume, There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear; Will now Persephone remember me,

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and

The Honeymoon

The Honeymoon ballad

Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather

Happiness Is Forever To Stay

Happiness Is Forever To Stay prose poem

Someone asked me, what happiness is, can you define? I smiled and politely said, it differs from person to person, who am I to redefine? Being happy is a matter of choice, It is mere listening to one’s inner voice!

Your Love Keeps Me Company

Your Love Keeps Me Company short poem

It hurts but not that much Its gives pain but I soon get over it Your absence from my life Is a silence which only my heart can hear In the silence of night In the brightness of the day

The Old Odhani

The Old Odhani prose poem

She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to

Awakening

Awakening short poem

The dew, now a honey gold, slipped between the blades of lush, The cleansing dawn, The morning hush, The clearing of sky, The fleeting rush. With a twinkle in my eye, And dreams unborn, I rose to the awakening, Of

The Forbidden Fruit

The Forbidden Fruit short poem

Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s

My Inspirer – J.k.r

My Inspirer   J.k.r ode

I used to run far from reading, School didn’t dispel that feeling. Until your words worked open that door Hogwarts, I could never have explored. Your words were already read by them all I was curious but careless most of

Old Men

Old Men short poem

I saw the soldiers Marching off to war. Lean, strong and hard Like young lions. I went to a mirror and there I saw a grey haired, fat old man. How did this come to be, What happen I ask

Calendar

Calendar short poem

Writing on my sleeves, I visualize an invisible coupling of grassroots with starless sky, when I walk on the wailing earth. Hails big as sparrow eggs smash the bougainvillea blossoms. The wrestling clouds begin a storm. Witchcraft of the moon

I Am Beige

I Am Beige short poem

And painted so Although I am instead Just red Around the corners of my nose Where the nostrils bend inwards Towards the life giving mucus To germs and what not I am also Black with dirt Under my otherwise Surgically

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps

The Brain Born Perverts

The Brain Born Perverts short poem

Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.

The Retro Love

The Retro Love short poem

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my

Love Sonnet 202

Love Sonnet 202 sonnet poems

How I sought sleep to ward off thoughts of you At my door rapping, tapping, while I toss, Much like the raven of the Poet Poe, Or thoughts imploring of Lenore, his loss; The night had me, from cup of

Books And Friends

Books And Friends short poem

Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are

Those Unsaid Words

Those Unsaid Words short poem

I learned to hold all my feelings inside until late at night. I covered my mouth with my hands so that no one could hear my tears. I perfected my fake smile. Today, after so many days, painfully enough, but

For Those Who Would Brave Tempests

For Those Who Would Brave Tempests short poem

“Who thinks tempests dance too quickly?” Asked the Master, moustache thickly Brimming, bristling with indignation, “Consign the lepers to damnation! None may tarry here who can’t Wield a terror so puissant That all the diseased vermin flee In the dread

Dishonest Friend

Dishonest Friend long poem

Don’t ever lie to me I will tell you this just once I Want to hear truth not a dishonest response, I’m good at detecting lies when they’re told One lie leads to many as deceit takes control, If lies

Love Sonnet 214

Love Sonnet 214 sonnet poems

Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine; How like sunset is, to the falling tide,

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart long poem

She was standing there, all arms around her, wet face, silky hair, everything pure. Never letting go. Birds in the open blue flying in all different directions, screeching and screaming, whistling and flapping, white noise. Beating hearts with tiny limb

Petulance

Petulance short poem

My heart is starving, My lips are famished, My arms are cold, My strength is half of it. My mind races, My restless eyes close, My reasons to reason, Grow stale and fold. When you go I always pine, The

Voice

Voice short poem

With the sweetest of voices, she called out my name. Once again I crave to hear her say; I love you today and every day. She will never be forgotten, not even at the end of days. Once in a

She Belongs To The Sea

She Belongs To The Sea ode

I have learned how to swim how could this be? you warned me if I played with water life is no guarantee you attempted to explain, how every time you swim it feels like life has but opened a new

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation…

Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation... long poem

(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,

A Global Birth Date….

A Global Birth Date…. ode

A poem dedicated to john Lennon on his birthday: 9th of October Birthday and rebirth Celebrate it forever Dwellers of mother earth A newborn’s first cry That no one can deny John Lennon’s expression Correcting every mission No other year

Forbidden Rule

Photo by Nad Renrel Desiring urges of the forbidden rule It’s almost irresistible How much I want to caress his face To kiss his lips softly passionately So hard to hide the desire inside I want to move closer Touch

The Lone Footsteps

The Lone Footsteps long poem

I gazed upon the northern star, Fixed with no intention of moving. I then turned and fixed my eyes, Upon the ice-set stone face, Which rather glowed with wisdom instead of wickedness. “Your time has come”, his voice deep and