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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Make Me Strong

Make Me Strong short poem

Oh my Lord Give me courage Make me strong I know the path is long ”Make me strong” Oh my Lord When i fall down Pull me up Give me light and guidance ”Make me strong” Oh Merciful Open your

Bumblebee

Bumblebee short poem

I wish I was a bumblebee, buzzing around so wild and free. I would yell at everyone I see; Hey you guys look at me. Buzz, buzz, buzz all day long. A stinger the size on my ding-dong. Let some

Beauty And Love

Beauty And Love short poem

Spring has come to embrace your cheeks Lovely breeze caresses your peaks Love itself comes and seeks Through out the days through out the weeks Permission to touch, submission to take The fragrance of your body to a lake For

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Love-an Unbidden Commitment

Love an Unbidden Commitment short poem

Love is a powerful thirst, The basic chemistry, Promoting feelings Of a survival instinct. It has many guises, With emotional variations, Intimacy of passion, In a deep bond. Often one-sided commitment, Always arriving unbidden, Without passion, a mere dedication, That

Broken Glass

Broken Glass prose poem

BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me

What Can I Write?

What Can I Write? short poem

What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because

Me And My Baby

Me And My Baby short poem

Down from Helsinki Late night walks on The beach of the Gulf Of Bothnia Sea, Me And My Baby, although the Sky is starless and there Is a strong breeze from Out of the south coming Quickly, we are lost

You And I

You And I short poem

Remembrance was it, Mesmerized to be. With the white wall of waves, Running towards in leaps and bounds, To embrace the human world, With warmth they touch the froth, Immersed they’re in love and passion, Lashing against the rocks in

Migration

Migration elegy

I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve

An Empty Soul

An Empty Soul prose poem

When I awoke that fatal day I knew there was something amiss the agonizing striking pain doubled me over on the cold floor My eyes began to well with tears and gushed down like a rushing waterfall a cold eerie

What I Want To Be?

What I Want To Be? short poem

I want to be a slender, colourful butterfly to sip the nectar from many variety of flowers; I want to be the shining silver lightning to rip open the heart of the sky; I want to be a dew drop

Early morning music

Early morning music short poem

Through the half-opened semi-drawn window, I hear your chants every morning inflow. Your voice, your rhythm the song and the tune it’s all so mesmerizing, I can’t decipher a word, but my mornings are revitalizing. You live quite nearby though

Roots

Roots short poem

Run along the gentle slope, And meet me by the tire swing. Smell of dry grasses rides the air, Opium clouds sleeping feverishly above, Hot rainwater sloshes gently, In the belly of the tire. This solitary tree, Filled with broken

Midsummer Night’s Dream

Midsummer Night’s Dream short poem

Night is fluttering onto the window-pane, You are the night and you are the pain. the half-lit game. A shard of euphoria, a share of faith, live to bear a hapless day ! A star, a mist, a share of

I, A Girl

I, A Girl long poem

I, girl am expected to carry this world. And, also I, a girl am advised to stay away from this world. These stubborn men never respect me, yet, they are the one who need me. I, a girl am the

Drift Ice

Drift Ice short poem

Absurdity was waylaid like a black swan on the grass shaking a leg. A child walks through me antithetical to scorched life of parallel egos. Austerity was neither present nor absent.Volcanic ash was spewing on recti. It was drifting, the