Transient Poems

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

Happiness Of The World

Happiness Of The World short poem

It was a big floor with full of shops and lights, There I stood in a corner to watch the flow of people, They seemed to me, a river flowing with all its might. People were of different, in color

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Spring’s child

Spring’s child short poem

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Into Darkness

Into Darkness short poem

How quickly this dark hour has descended. I find myself cornered in this room with death. Visitors come and go in somber procession. I see them as if from a great distance. When finally alone with you…. probably for the

The Lost Existence

The Lost Existence short poem

Losing was my wont so , I let go things . The green garden embedded with pink pearls , the petunias that crawled from the pot to heaven . I lost my childhood the early summer of my life the

Missing

Missing short poem

For there is a gap Between my tears They are not whole I cannot weep freely like the rain There are no rainbows on my horizon The sun no longer rises now you are gone It is not a missing

A Nation In Motion

A Nation In Motion long poem

There‘s no power strong enough to halt this motion Thus, the universe, hinged upon a transient axis in her cosmos plane, spin and revolves in an infinite motion But not moving forward, thus days and years were born All substances

Compassion

Compassion short poem

Compassion, so precious a gift Incomparable to all earthly things So transient and dismally brief Compassion, a myriad of tears Seeing the hungry, desolate and grieving A wish to share their pain and fears Compassion, an opening of the heart

Me !

Me ! short poem

I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

Flames

Flames short poem

You went blank on the line between sand and water, between seizure and assault. The tribes have unwrapped their torches, they are coming in numbers. Who was going on trial? Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta. The drummer announces the fight.

The Feathered Wonders

The Feathered Wonders prose poem

These wondrous creatures With graceful feathers Painted so beautifully On the vast canvas Of the earth and sky Models of Nature’s sublime art Emanating pleasure and wonderment Perpetually . As if deeply dipped in colors Made in Nature’s own secret

Happenings

Happenings short poem

A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape, catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get

Few Moments Of Fame

Few Moments Of Fame short poem

A word amidst verses, Coming to life briefly When the reader leases His mind and time solely. That moment of glory, Is transient like you; An unknown for many Very common for few. Alone it’s no meaning, A tale not

No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

When Life Retreats Death

When Life Retreats Death short poem

In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,

A Thread’s Tale

A Threads Tale prose poem

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

Birth Of The Senses

Birth Of The Senses short poem

I rise my eternal spirit from the profound hearts of transient men , their blind , undulating senses is my home , Built with latent happiness . Yes , they exist . not impalpable , but clear and wide ,

Bitterness Of Luscious Words

Bitterness Of Luscious  Words long poem

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

Being Alive

Being Alive short poem

Being Alive is to feel the breath…that cannot be felt after the death… Being Alive is to feel yourself beyond the senses…that capture your spirit in all the instances… Being Alive is to feel the real you…feeling the consciousness, pruning

Patriarch

Patriarch short poem

On the transient cage-like throne Amidst columns of arms and might, The regalia holds the unwieldy sceptre….. Lust and lavishness drag him to loot Fiefdoms torn and patched; Fear drives him to frighten others The ‘should be patriarchal arms’ Instead

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Mere Words

Mere Words prose poem

(1) When I used to be a coal-black ink over a snowy paper, she said: “your letters are locks, your words puzzles”. When I spoke with the remains of my string, she said: “your letters are plough blades wounding the

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Momentary Bachelor

Momentary Bachelor short poem

Alone in the house Ghosts holding their breath Slick sound of cotton socks On polished floorboards Middle aged man turned young A six year old doing figure eights Music on the stereo Ice cream in elbow crook Family two time

What Asylum!

What Asylum! short poem

Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of

John Lennon Is Still Near

John Lennon Is Still Near ode

Where are you John? They ask they say John is still near, he is on my way Along the road and every while Up in the sky I see his smile In the empty space his sound vibrates I feel

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder short poem

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny

The Fall Of Nod

The Fall Of Nod long poem

I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In

Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

Words Are Mine

Words Are Mine short poem

Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.

Divinity Without

Divinity Without short poem

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

Sweet Whisperings

Sweet Whisperings short poem prose poem

Surrendering to- Which they have no control over, Each day they are together- Every time they look at one another, They give each other a part of themselves. Whispering promises of tomorrow- Her dreams, his wings- In the embrace they

Rain

Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Of Burning

Of Burning short poem

From here to you a legacy of dust was deepening. I was reading a lot between the dots. You will get another master I will get another pain. In the maze of tunnels a fear of fall snips. A window

Benylin

Benylin short poem

I took a good few Viscous glugs, that Night. My mother’s breakdown Was getting to me and My pity was destroying Me from the intestines, up. Couldn’t be Christian guilt, Surely? But I felt good again – Her wringing hands

Remember When He Was I

Remember When He Was I short poem

When he was I, And I was he. We laid crying in the desert sands. Holding hands. Our friends burning nearby. The cities burning in the sky. Laughing, he squeezed my hand. Crying, he squeezed the trigger. Oh, how we

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry

Who Is The Reader Of Poetry short poem

Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?

Rhyme On L N Singh

Rhyme On L N Singh short poem

One of the men who I always did brawl, He did the same with me when I did sprawl Against him in and around the school wall. But I loved him as he supported in my fall. He always who

Alone In The Ocean

Alone In The Ocean short poem

When I am alone in the ocean I can hear the echoes of my thoughts; they reflect off of seamless undulations of the majestically powerful sea. The alluring waves placate my subconscious – as if a doting mother rocking a