Tricked Poems

Tricked poems bring the best collection of short and long tricked poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great tricked rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these tricked poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on tricked are here for you.

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

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Looking At The Stars

Looking At The Stars short poem

As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer

Demonetisation

Demonetisation short poem

Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

Behind The Scenes

Behind The Scenes prose poem

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all

Lilith

Lilith prose poem

I am a Lilith in whom men had no faith I was as free as humming bee I was never owned by anybody this everybody disapproved hence was made a demon as the world knows me as an omen hundred

Mr. Bills

Mr. Bills prose poem

Last week, on the only day it rained, he hit me. Hit me so hard as I fell to the ground I asked myself will this be his last time? I saw colors, all dark shades and hues. Dark blues,

Stasia

Stasia short poem

My eyes flicker by the breeze Fluttering between light and sleep It’s a day I choose to pen a note for my child After days that keep on ageing over her guarded smile I lie waiting to be summoned by

To Be Ensnared Sweetly

To Be Ensnared Sweetly prose poem

Rip from the seams of ribcage and spit your puzzle into me Stare and stab into abandoned pupils until they are your pearls Eat the air around me and speak of how you were a muse once Then take what

Holes

Holes short poem

Fall in a hole and you’ll never get out Unless there’s a ladder, or someone to pull you out But you can’t take the chance You can’t take the risk They’re basically the ones who got you in this mess

Queen Page

Queen Page long poem

She doesn’t look like much White,flat and pale on a ghostly scale Nothing mesmerising to touch But without her consent I can tell no tale. She is proud of her spotless white shroud This picky princess seldom settles For wearing

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Mortal Blues

Mortal Blues short poem

That satanic streak of tireless undressing of a hapless monarch. Wings were gone. Cannot fly across the tree of hypocricy. A footmat for the suicidal jump from the elegant hierarchy to grainy lies. Why are you turning ungreen? You will

Can Time Ever Relieve

Can Time Ever Relieve short poem

Can time ever relieve? The ache that inside lives. Spring and rain are things of past. Will this gloom never last? You would return any day, In hope, I stare the way. You’re still in my every prayer. Deep in

The One Who Bears My Burden

The One Who Bears My Burden short poem

In my life troubled voyage liters broken and unfulfilled dreams I was tossed about and sinking; when all the straws were broken I raised my head to behold on life other sides, a light flickering It beckoned me, ‘oh voyager

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,

Wired

Wired prose poem

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

Roar!

Roar! long poem

Dear O dear! How you have not sunk your fangs Deep into the steely arms of the tyrant – he laughs at you! How your teeth have eroded and are now blunt and brittle – They can barely crush bones

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed;

Fate

Fate short poem

Born as female child much against their wish makes the parents reconcile to their fate Me lagging behind in studies in spite of my best efforts make parents feel like salt added to their wound and they start cursing their

Monsoon

Monsoon prose poem

When the head begin to reel under the burning sun When the tongue gets dried up in the scorching sun When the body spills sweat like floods due to heat of the Sun When the life become unbearable by the

I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

A Fairy Came To Me

A Fairy Came To Me short poem

A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to

Dreams Of A Homeless Child

Dreams Of A Homeless Child short poem

When I was borne my mother passed away and one day father also left the hut leaving me alone and my destiny was now homeless, helpless and orphan vagabond I was now roaming around the road and streets in search

Drugs and Liars on a Friday night

Drugs and Liars on a Friday night short poem

I waste away with your drugs. You tried to hold me as I just gave up. I cried last night. You wiped my tears. I still block you out because of the fear. The cracks in my soul won’t be

Answer His Call

Answer His Call long poem

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

Nativity

Nativity short poem

While walking alone Speaking without words Yet hear all except human voice Amidst trees and woods and lawn Hearing the never exasperated rhythm Sung by the flowing waters The stories murmured by the passing breeze The shrill of squirrels We

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

A Blossoming Love

A Blossoming Love short poem

It’s funny; all it takes is a glance and I’m entranced, A stare from your eyes that makes me forget about the sky. A stunning smile that makes me grow so wild, A chance to release my inner-child. The tidal

Light

Light short poem

Infant sees the light after staying in dark for 9 months in mothers womb Light dawns on birth and will continue through out life Light ceases after the death and has no role to play on the dead In between

My Mother, my Lover

My Mother, my Lover ballad

I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.

A Kite’s Song

A Kites Song short poem

Mangled manes And battered beaks Broken wings And a life limps And is snuffed out. Glassy strings In the hands of a child, with gleeful faces That see me soar… But his hands covered With unseen blood And lingers the

Die For You

Die For You short poem

I would die for you No great sacrifice I would take a bullet for you No significant loss I would let the knife tear through for you No fear in my eyes I would die for everybody No tears would

The Bride

The Bride short poem

It’s twilight in the city But my heart is beating fast, I’m waiting at the alter To meet my English Lass. I take her in my arms, And kiss her icy nose, Then we dance across the ball room Me

Destroyed By Madness

Destroyed By Madness long poem

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start

Believe In What We Are

Believe In What We Are short poem

In time you will come to realize what the world was made for and all religions will cease In time human beings will all be of the same thinking and therefore have no reason to war In time a super

Words

Words long poem

Our own little world of words where we write and we read where we talk and we listen! Until all the dark turns to a light that glisten! Sometimes I do feel, There should be a door, That I can

The Clock

The Clock short poem

I remember, The Clock, Beige and White of my child days That used to spell time perfect… Now is broken but the time never stopped, And on the wall they hung a newer one the time never stopped I saw

Love Is Life

Love Is Life long poem

Out of my heart run many questions Questions that can only be answered with another question Questions that can only be reasoned with love Because what is this life without love Once upon a time in the land of man

India: Then And Now

India: Then And Now prose poem

They say Dreams are not Real… And, that it’s an illusion we live in! Would it have been possible, to think of our Independence, Of India being free, had not… the HEROES of our HISTORY dreamed of freeing it, from