Swag Poems

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

Oh Sweetheart!

Oh Sweetheart! short poem

Oh! sweetheart I heard that you are dating someone Even though you said that I am the only one I heard that you both are spending lots of time together But, for me you had time NEVER Is she your

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Not Ten Feet Toll

Not Ten Feet Toll short poem

Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the

Experience

Experience short poem

goats ate all the flowers before chased by farm girls all the little rumps flee so pleasant over the grass bees in the clover formal in their golden dresses get their stockings dirty smelling like sneezes there’s a raccoon by

Need To Know

Need To Know short poem

Happiness blocks Introspection Introspection is the outcome of Sorrow Agony begins with Turmoils Turmoils end in Ecstacy Comfort covers Bitterness Bitterness leads to Discomfort Problems in life teach us Lessons Lessons are forgotten when no problem Life is a beauty

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

My Friend

My Friend elegy

My friend My lifetime friend You are now at peace. You’ve stumbled through dark tunnels. You’ve travelled, long, and hard. Now time has passed your journey’s at its end. Your pain still edged on my heart and soul and friendship,

My Name Is Richa

My Name Is Richa prose poem

My name is Richa… Does it really matter?! It could’ve been Mala …Seema…Sita..Nirbhaya or even Chabili.. In the end I would’ve been married to a much older man.. or abandoned after impregnating in a forest.. I wash utensils …clean floors..

Awakenings

Awakenings short poem

Who Are they? Wonders, or walking living machines? They sleep in a cradle, fed on their mothering arms Growing up desensitised with fictitious joy There they open their arms and glide. Their eyes gaze on the synthetic flashy lights Where

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Utopia

Utopia prose poem

Yes I am a day dreamer in the real world people call me creeper in my world I am a king making my way with beautiful robes and in hand a gold ring sometimes I am an Olympian sometimes I

In The Eye Of The Ferris Wheel

In The Eye Of The Ferris Wheel short poem

In the Eye of the Ferris Wheel, I see beautiful scenery that makes me feel, so amazing and fantastic as it could be. In the Eye of the Ferris Wheel, I experience the joy that only my heart can tell,

Hope

Hope short poem

As I walked the garden of love I could feel the roses bloom i could sense the beauty there Moving through the valley i knew i was bound hard i knew i was a blessed soul i could hardly walk

Bulgaria

Bulgaria prose poem

The grafitti marked the new beginning The rubble in the streets A telling symbol of political decay A girl crosses the street A new way on the other side An outstretched hand calling for democracy I see vestiges of propaganda

Absinthe

Absinthe short poem

I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore; but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore; the young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

Blessed???

Blessed??? short poem

Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute

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

Hopeless Survival

Hopeless Survival short poem

Every moment of my life which I dreamt to be sublime, Is now caged within the loathing walls of his dreams. Millions passing by and there, I stood as a scum, feeling the essence of nothingness filled in the dark

The Teacher

The Teacher short poem

A day of birth comes the Joker The world a perfect teacher for the beginner From four to two becomes a humble starter A novice set sail amidst pressure Floating with the tides devoid of disaster A crystal clear mind

Urania

Urania short poem

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

Frozen Moment

Frozen Moment short poem

One vein in the temple swells and pulses in rhythm As thou know growing pain hurts more than normal pain Yearning for success,end seems so close though Iffy am I getting closer or getting far from now Waiting at the

Weeping Cloud.

Weeping Cloud. short poem

Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and

Clumsy Ginny

Clumsy Ginny short poem

Clumsy Ginny, hit her back, Sliding on an icy track, Getting up she heard a crack, T’was a bone popped in her back. Clumsy Ginny couldn’t walk, Hurt so bad was hard to talk, “Got to stay there in the

Revolution

Revolution prose poem

Falling from the sky our memories of pain, the time you cried and fought for freedom, independence from me, the one who raised you cared and loved you, you meant so much, now I understand my past mistakes, standing here,

Silent Words

Silent Words short poem

Silent words… “Silence speaks more than words” Whoever said this is a complete nerd. Why is it that we always have to say something, But we fall short of words and end up saying nothing??? If silence says everything Then

World Of War

World Of War short poem

I slept, but not in peace For I dreamt of us in another place Of you in a benzene bloom Twisted and stiff in the roiling plumes Of fiery dragons eating your flesh Sucking the breath From your lungs You

I Can’t Turn Back

I  Cant Turn Back short poem

I have traveled a thousand miles and reach thus far exhausted and bone sore I must rest refreshed and rejuvenated I am ready to soldier on but the will is gone I must stay longer I must rest longer my sore

I Am Smitten With You

I Am Smitten With You prose poem

Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

The Dawn

The Dawn short poem

The dusk of that evening; The tears that were rolling; The darkest night of the decade; Still clear in my eyes and can never fade. I am sad for the destiny tumbling upon me; I will fight with God for

Our Ascended Masters

Our Ascended Masters short poem

Divinity isn’t bestowed no one interviews you for that job insanity is a big part of the benefits package once you’ve actually experienced Truth you cease if an animal became human – evolution in action – what does a human

Transubstantiation Of The Void

Transubstantiation Of The Void short poem

There is no nothingness. imagine a team of scientists building an absolute vacuum inside a tiny metal box, the others alternating, a matryoshka doll vacuum, box, vacuum a terrible candy to offer a giant sure to raise the wrath of

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite.

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite. short poem

I am a creation of yours, taken after you with the same traits and a unique hue, do not have demand, do not have desire but only a need, your little time and attention, indeed. Acknowledged with the labour you

Naked Thoughts

Naked Thoughts long poem

As your Super Hero Mum I can be moulded just like gum. You are my children My three in a zillion. Born of the flesh of me I’ll do what ever it takes to protect all three. I’ll walk through

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

Ode To A Tree

Ode To A Tree ode

O tree, beautiful tree in the garden! Teach me the art of living! You have mastered so well ~ Feet planted strongly in the earth Branches raising arms to the sky Giving shade to the weary traveller Welcome shelter to

Not So Down

Not So Down long poem

The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

Elixir Of Mirth

Elixir Of Mirth long poem

In the meadows of my thoughts, Blossom my feelings lots in lots. Into bihued flora sprout my desires, Splatters vapours in the ether when respires. Endless strolls albeit through this land have, I But this time try to keep an