Systems Poems

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

Religion As Philosophy

Religion As Philosophy prose poem

Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.

Poems containing references to : Systems

The Queen

The Queen prose poem

One could tell that she had ascended from a peaceful and noble family of visionaries This rare beauty was never bounded by mirrors of painted images and selfishness She loved the open views that afforded her a first hand look

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

Who Is Right?

Who Is Right? prose poem

What do you believe? Why do you believe it? How did you learn it? Who taught you? What where their motives. Ideas not men rule the world. Some believe in religion, some do not. Some believe in life after death,

The Watchnight Songs

The Watchnight Songs poetry books

The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection

Courage

Courage short poem

courage is but the wisdom to know the path to survival come storm or blizzard if you want to get there fast beat all your friends to the nearest location but if you want to go far invite all your

On The Inherent Duality Of Miracles

On The Inherent Duality Of Miracles long poem

I am waiting for a miracle. A miracle of meteorological proportions. A miracle whose atmospheric propositions would be large enough to render it, and anything appertaining to it, be it high up in the sky that ends it, or down

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our

Poems you may like :

Rain

Rain prose poem

The Managing Director of tears How are you today? I want to ask you this question And I’ll like you to give me an answer Don’t you have other jobs apart from crying? Why do you like to cry anytime

Dasagiri

Dasagiri long poem

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

Rose

Rose short poem

If A flower be So Beautiful, Colourful And Fragrant As the Rose, It Will need All the thorns To ward off Transgressors And, Protect Its honour!

Why Did God Make Many Men?

Why Did God Make Many Men? short poem

Why did God make many men? I ask people when They question ” You are not him Bringing brightness in the dim. ” I protest and say, “I will walk a new way. ” “A NEW WAY”, they retort “Will

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

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

Tell Me Why

Tell Me Why short poem

Please tell me why I have to deny I cannot verify the one thing I try that makes me high Please tell me why I have to defy I cannot rely on that which will satisfy keeping me from this

Dad

Dad ballad

Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard

Medals And Awards

Medals And Awards short poem

In a school of murder a hub of terror survives. An acid attack on face captures the contradictions of first nervous countdown. Step aside my truth, my tears are under siege. The schizophrenic will draw a landscape of falling earth.

I Am Serenity

I Am Serenity short poem

I am serenity … standing here flowing… Seeking justice… Seeking peace… Pronounced with calm breaths… fearing not the chaos of the hatred armor and fists you bear… My face of clarity speaking with unspoken words… Yet loudly, stance proudly… with

Wavering

Wavering short poem

It is yet another moment Misbalance of nature is building up Can you become a life client? Or you wish to stay there at the top Of a corporation False education Apathetic, indifferent A natural element Sea level rise Greed

Inside Out

Inside Out short poem

On a cloudy day The grass plants were dancing with the air, laying on the green carpet of grass while travelling within me Pain wave origin from heart Like a deadly storm in a desert The crushing waves of pain

Fight Till Last

Fight Till Last short poem

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

Intoxicated Musk

Intoxicated Musk short poem

I sleep to your sweet lullaby Composing songs of intoxicated love. And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain; Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds

A Distant Endearment

A Distant Endearment short poem

Look outward, vacillant eager suitor; the harbouring eyes reveal all. And never disappearing, your every thought would explore revolving exclaves; maintaining absolving introversion. Never subvert the remaining affection; never go. Endless reminder; sanguine. Rarely ever after death, there’s happiness. Every

Mountain Wellhead

Mountain Wellhead prose poem

This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at

Cheers For The Rain

Cheers For The Rain short poem

Hooray! Cheers for the falling rain Lifting a veil of haze, even the sight of a distant train A parade of colorful umbrellas bobbing, like music in refrain Their owners gingerly navigating the puddles of rain A cooling mist on

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Simple Search

Simple Search short poem

Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite

My Last Journey

My Last Journey short poem

There I went, alone, ahead Please don’t go! A few said I did not pay a heed to what they say I was determined to make my own way They tried enough to break me But I looked towards the

Going Native Osceola County

Going Native Osceola County short poem

I want to walk the land meets its animals and learn their songs. Snakes there must be and gators hook-billed birds stalking the verge of lakes and rainfall ponds, candy-colored eyes rolling within wrinkled leather sockets. It would be easy

Finishing Well

Finishing Well short poem

Some men’s ships stall upon the sea for lack of sails For far too many times, I have seen great men derailed For far too long, I have heard the sound of David’s lament O, how the mighty have fallen

Love Sonnet 154

Love Sonnet 154 sonnet poems

Your sweetness calls to me as though honey, That speaks rightly for countless humming bees, Or ambiance that floral scents convey, Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees; As water gushing from rocks, crystal clear, For having passed

Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

A Companion … Incognito!

A Companion ... Incognito! short poem

Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.

Corpse Is Being Sent

Corpse Is Being Sent short poem

In the stand-off between stolen history and presiding deity. Priest was hanged, while a blue cloud was shedding the yellow moon. Who was selling God on the road? A tall coconut tree was my home; all but your mouth was

Forever God Is Faithful

Forever God Is Faithful short poem

Bloom today my soul with joy Let soft rain seep deeper in Let the griefs of yesterday Slip away, forgotten sin Charred and scorched the blackest marks Rubbed with gentle tenderness Till a calloused, hardened heart Yields anew to soft

Gangs

Gangs short poem

Sometimes I throw up gang signs I wonder why. 2. I am not in a gang, I am just a person. 3. I choose not to be in gang, I wonder why. 4. Is it because when I was young child,

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns short poem

Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis short poem

It will be painful, generational. Hard to keep up. The old will resist fight the loss of their world. Change will be blinding, the fabric of civilization fraying turning to dust. Everything known will be obliterated. Humanity loses its identity.