Travails Poems

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

Excerpt from HARRY THE MOLE

Excerpt from HARRY THE MOLE long poem

Feeling a little more strong with his clothes all back on, Harry felt a bit more enthused. He didn’t open his mouth to ask what it’s about, But his mind was no less confused. Then they tied his arms with

Poems containing references to : Travails

Freedom Fest Winners – Congratulations!!!

Freedom Fest Winners   Congratulations!!! news and updates

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind”, so said Virginia Woolf and you have truly embodied her thoughts in actions by

For Nanya – my soulmate

For Nanya   my soulmate short poem

When you entered, dear one this world unknown, did I tell you then that it would be fun, that the walk would be easy or success breezy. Dear child, did I hold out to you promises untrue or were there

Violence Against Women

Violence Against Women long poem

From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade .

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade . short poem

Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

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Loser

Loser prose poem

Every day I’m picking up fight with the man upstairs Living in sorrow because my life is a horror I am the clown who never get tired being a joker Covering up my lies as a tiger who actually can’t

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

There Is Another Dream

There Is Another Dream short poem

There is another sky of brighter days where empty heart has its fill, where another beauty glimmers on the blades of grasses. Another sunshine shoots its arrows through the clouds of a new sky. never mind my faded dreams, never

How Many More Days?

How Many More Days? short poem

HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will the rain come? HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will the clouds hide the sun? HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will I have to spend feeling Blue, missing you… HOW MANY MORE DAYS Well I just gotta know

The Apple Of My Eye

The Apple Of My Eye prose poem

I stared at him struck with awe He stood there straight and tall Absolutely perfect without a flaw He stared back and made my face fall & I felt myself turning red hot & blush ‘Coz this “he” is none

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,

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is… A flower that blooms inside the heart, But its fragrance spread far open wide, A star that shines brightly in the sky, But visible in twinkle of the eye. Love is… A unique combination of infinite feelings, Feelings

Money

Money prose poem

Money is like honey Money makes one happy Money makes the face smiley Money creates audacity Money makes one wealthy Money gets Joy Money can make one merry Money is required to marry Money can take one to land of

Walking Stick

Walking Stick long poem

What foolishness you dear men, think of me, am a stick Mere pole, with no life nor living strength, but thy force; That you felt inactive, is my strength, me a poor branch of a tree, Cut apart and fell

The Decision

The Decision short poem

I know this isn’t the answer, But hell it’s a good option. They call me a coward, But they know nothing. My life being suffocated, But it’s my own hands, My own hands are choking me. Oh why am I

Looking For My Beloved

Looking For My Beloved short poem

Looking For My Beloved Down the narrow and winding road of life I went in search of my beloved My heart throbbing, my heart aching As the deer pants after the water brooks So my love for her increases with

Early In The Morning

Early In The Morning short poem

Who is that beauty who I am seeing so early in the morning How is it my heart beat is accelerating at random so early in the morning Why is it I am feeling as if full moon has descended

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

Again It’s Spring

Again Its Spring short poem

Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean

Little Annabelle

Little Annabelle long poem

Your appearance was so subtle and sweet So much so that I didn’t notice you Until April 2nd You were but a flutter in my stomach, The caterpillar before the butterfly. The doctor said you were blooming Beautifully. That’s why

Last Night

Last Night prose poem

Last night while the breeze touched my face and moonlight was bright, Last night when I accidently woke up to the soft light on my face, I suddenly remembered that as a little girl I always wanted to stare at

Take A Break

Take A Break short poem

If your heart gets heavy you might need a break, waiting too long could be a fatal mistake, From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the lake, It’s hard to say when we will wake, Maybe never,

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Let Love Begin

Let Love Begin long poem

Well what can I offer you When you already have Everything and more… You snap your fingers and An entourage of nameless Faces come running pampering You but isn’t there not anything You do not yearn for…where Do you go

Amen!

Amen! short poem

I would give anything to die in you, in your belly, innocently. My voice of dissent should hold the wings atop the kisses. The wards in between fall on choked Eustachian. A global grief encircles the fallen gods, prophets of

Bella’s Secret

Bellas Secret ballad

Trauma is all I have known My courage is gone and now I am alone Too feeble to think of what took place Embracing the past of jaded disgrace You weren’t the presence of protection in my life With your

A Contrast

A Contrast short poem

Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure

Life Comes Apart At The Seams

Life Comes Apart At The Seams elegy

You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it

When will she fly

When will she fly english poems

have hit a writers block I guess, am not finding any inspiration to write something about the world anymore, or maybe I am concentrated too much on my own world. I have to bring order to chaos somehow, bring sanity

Your Presence

Your Presence short poem

Your presence – dear God – it’s intoxicating. It interrupts my daily thought process. It leaves me in a never ending, head scrambling, mental chaos. I can’t remember right from left. Or distinguish the difference between white and black. And

Alone

Alone short poem

Sad songs on a loop, Staring out the window – the rain falls – no stars in the sky tonight. She drops the fake smile, and loses the brave front Tears fall, fall continuously from her eyes. Each one representing

The Ballad Of Cairo’s Sorrow

The Ballad Of Cairos Sorrow ballad

War planes high, the sky full of rains, a man cries of death, though not because of drugs like meth, Egypt seeking retribution, for the cruelly cinematic execution, for 21 men have gone down under, amid the crying and the

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

Full Tank To Go.!

Full Tank To Go.! short poem

O Bella,carelessly unbound by time crashed you the ship of fools when I rode the ebb I cast aside when it was getting hard to fly Midway through the dine,I find cosmic riffs and oh no reservations as windows to

Love Falls

Love Falls long poem

Her beauty was captivating sweet of heart, flustered within shades of hazel searching still luster. She seemed adrift the tides vacant stare of sadness walking lovelorn shadows on mystic nights. She was perfect the other half of me, pertinent as

Meander

Meander short poem

Leaves blown asunder Like images from a dream. Rushing to journeys end In life’s endless stream. Undercurrents swirling Dark as a cloudy day Smooth as silk above Warmed by the morning ray. There comes a meander, a bend In life’s

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

A cigarette song

A cigarette song short poem

The last bit of cigarette from his hand drops into the ashtray. So does mine. Are they making love to each other, As we are? Love, need, passion, kisses, skin, climax. Are their thoughts like ours, burnt and spent? As

Before The Moon Cried

Before The Moon Cried short poem

The ocean stretched out into infinity Like an endless dancing bluebell wood Gathered together and wrapped In fluttering silken whispers, Sometimes glowing sun paths Criss-crossed azure memories And once more painted them Into existence, and again Life songs grew close