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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Wounded Flight

Wounded Flight short poem

Instead of pain sublime in body of death and bracing a hailstorm of bullets you embrace a white phosphorus to burn for whole life, as a reminder of collective suicide. Like my lost children I am collecting the words to

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

A union, a vow, a marriage. It is the legal words that bind, But in the day to day work, The love is sometimes hard to find. We run around in our circles Checking off our “to do” list And,

Silhouettes

Silhouettes short poem

All we ever see are Silhouettes, They stand, about to leap, They take deep breaths. Dust scatters, as they are hesitant. I want to leap,but I’m a pessimist. For none see the impending regret. All we ever see are Silhouettes,

Beverage

Beverage long poem

You could say that some people are a diverse beverage of preferences; some are mixed, some are stirred, and others are even shaken. Your dad’s anger reminds you of a mixed coke and rum, but his passion reminds you of

The Hearth Of My Heart

The Hearth Of My Heart elegy

I saw the coffin of my daughter leave, Ashen faced and pale darkened lips, Her heart was dead and body cold, Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen. Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe

Craters From The Deep

Craters From The Deep short poem

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

In Ring Of Fire

In Ring Of Fire short poem

After a peek into the world news, I will start asking many questions to myself in the dialect of hurling petrol bombs that, how many names of a god are valid in my poor dictionary of past truths? I start

The Melody Of The Poet

The Melody Of The Poet short poem

The melody of the poet for the soul to please, with its chords of truth in spoken breeze. There can be no freedom which is attached by the ego’s ear, no serenade’s art and temporary clear. One must smite the

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday short poem

The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown

Mirage

Mirage short poem

Evanescent be the vision I see, ephemeral be that which I seek.. But I search for I ought, for without it, I am but nought. Not for an answering soul, but for the manifestation of that which I conceive; a

When The Night Falls

When The Night Falls short poem

When the Night Falls: Into their nests and roosts, the birds of heaven return; yes, into their pens- the domestic animals of the land return. Into their holes, crevices, and caves, the lowly and mighty in the wild return; but

Make A Difference

Make A Difference short poem

So many dreams we have as we grow. As we hear the horns of our life begin to blow. Have we run out of time? Can we do something and shine? We live in a world where everyone rushes through.

Storm

Storm short poem

The sun failed to divide the day into morning, noon, and night, Dressed in black and gray like a long spell of twilight, Stretched twenty four hours till dawn in an endless gloomy weeping, Under smoky skies soaked and dripped

We’ve All Been Here

Weve All Been Here long poem

My get up and go has got up and gone, Today is here and yesterday’s gone, I should be grateful that I opened my eyes, I should be thanking God I’m alive. I have so many plans I must fulfil,

Down but Not Out

Down but Not Out short poem

Caught in boundless spirals with imminent full of doubt Must accept unkind reality of being down but not out All dreams in past nurtured now appear so far removed Resolute earlier perspectives for now stand disapproved Transient phase of ambiguity

Things Are Never As They Seem

Things Are Never As They Seem long poem

Plain jane Jane is insane Band tees and sneakers Things are never as they seem She walks the walks Talks the talk To herself while walking down the street A strut in her step To her own beat There is

Beautiful Lie

Beautiful Lie short poem

You drew me in and kiss me Your hand reached out and grasp me. The other clutching my hair, You touch me with utmost care. I close my eyes and feel your lips. They were sweet with soft, gentle nips.

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

Geständnis

Geständnis short poem

I love how your eyes light up at the sound of some game It’s like you have been craving for your own fame I love the simplicity of your hair Because for me it may seem like a warfare I

Undecided

Undecided short poem

She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable  Her indifference for compassion was

Nights Like These

Nights Like These long poem

Well and I seem to get this way from time to time Lost in a memory of someone who used to be mine I was a fool to get this way, will this heartache ever Go away… NIGHTS LIKE THESE

Searching In Between The Lids

Searching In Between The Lids short poem

No one knows where it begins where it was tied where are those desires from and why we are up to them why we were within this cherished circle where are those sorrows from why we dwell with them and

Years Long Past

Years Long Past prose poem

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Mercy

Mercy short poem

The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Song To Celina

Song To Celina short poem

Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never

Blazing Trail

Blazing Trail short poem

They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an

From My Heart To Yours

From My Heart To Yours long poem

Although we are an Ocean apart you are deep in my heart I think about you every day and dream about you every night in this mansion that overlooks the Lakelands that can sometimes be a lonely place but knowing

The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so

A Summer Love

A Summer Love short poem

Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s

Eden’s Plumage

Edens Plumage short poem

Was it her plumage, her tail or even her eggs- that got him standing in line waiting to carve? Even Eden couldn’t crumble this fast into dregs- yet there he was tearing through her with such verve! Little did she

Into The Lair

Into The Lair short poem

Would not wear the seasoned face. Eye for eye blasting the truth. The path becomes the tunnel. Unending, in pain of speech at the expense of ethics. Under the fingernails they start interbreeding the ideas, crimnalizing the upright past. A

My Beloved

My Beloved short poem

Someday she will come for me with eyes filled with colors of ocean and hair wet in rain… Her basket full of roses – their petals may fall by the evening but their beauty forever remain Someday she will come

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Question And Views In Poetic Form

Question And Views In Poetic Form short poem

(1) Quote Look into my eyes and see nothing Look into my heart and experience the world Look into love and see GOD! —————————————————————————————————————– (2) SIGHT What is sight? If not to see. The blind sees beauty For they do

Sysiphus

Sysiphus prose poem

Since Sysiphus had been driven out of Hell, as a punishment for his rebellion, and since it was written on its entrances that he is a persona non grata – since that old time, Sysiphus is still carrying up his

Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

Helen Of Troy

Helen Of Troy prose poem

She was considered to be the daughter of god her beauty was praised in all abroad she was the one with a strange innocence with a bit of ignorance it is believed she emerged from an egg as her father