Trot Poems

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

Hot To Trot

Hot To Trot long poem

Irish, Cherokee and Aries… Well they say look out he’s On the war path again I dare you to dare me to see Who can out drink who when It comes to whiskey, I dare You to dare me to

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New Orleans

New Orleans short poem

Well I’m a heading back to NEW ORLEANS Tonight, gotta get out of this one horse town And back to Bourbon street where the night Life is hot to trot in the big city lights and the Music keeps you

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Tese Meets Rosemary

Tese Meets Rosemary ode

It was indeed orchestrated by providence, for two hypnotized by love on social media. It was indeed the innovation of the times that united two once unbeknownst to each other. Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance. A French kiss

Wrestling In Jr. High

Wrestling In Jr. High short poem

That intense desire to avoid physical contact counteracted by the desire to kill – the boy who harassed everyone in the locker room scourge of rat-tail towel and barbs about holey underwear or a lack of hair down there the

A Page From The Diary Of A Broken Heart

A Page From The Diary Of A Broken Heart short poem

The heart that refused to beat ever again, broke mine. I know now I have been heart broken only once No it was not low scores in a test Not a crush ignoring me A guy two timing No it

Then and Now

Then and Now short poem

I left myself behind, I left my all behind A new beginning I thought lay ahead Yet as time went by Caught was I once again In a tug of war of emotions One side lay the things they felt

Little Flicker

Little Flicker sonnet poems

Once done, my words in your mind will bury. Where my eyes were once of warm flames dancing Your paradigms replaced them with fury Lest it stops, my heart persists on beating Little I have left for spark’s ignition But

Isabella

Isabella short poem

Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain

Divine Heathen Lurches Philosophical

Divine Heathen Lurches Philosophical long poem

index finger of left hand (likened to Michelangelo meticulously chiseling away at marble block), this poe whit attempts to coax (zealously tap into his latent indivisible quo shunt, sans self imposed quotidian literary endeavor slow lee witnessing, an emergent reasonably

The Sea Soaked She And The Sun

The Sea Soaked She And The Sun ode

Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying

Special You

Special You ballad

I had always wondered why the sun rose in a distance and pondered if I will ever have a son I always stood far away wishing I was closer, not just a poser, why I chased and wanted a girl

Invoking The Rain Gods

Invoking The Rain Gods prose poem

Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with

Lil Pump Know

Lil Pump Know short poem

turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know bust up the beat to promote its tempo take you to places you need to go flirting with fire coming down to the wire a

Succession

Succession short poem

Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,

Madam Marcelene Gomes

Madam Marcelene Gomes ballad

When my self , apart roams , My conscience recalls madam Marcelene Gomes. My teacher at St. Bartholomew’s school, Who taught us the virtuous rule. A fine and devoted teacher, Humanity and spiritual preacher. A woman of strict conduct, Employing

My Friend, The Wind

My Friend, The Wind short poem

I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass My face caressed by the gentle breeze My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed? In times of sadness, it sighs consolingly in my ears Even

Beans To The Rescue

Beans To The Rescue long poem

5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a

Final Call

Final Call long poem

The promise of peace the fable of tranquility the desolate landscape of desert not even a single blade of grass no life, just cold come oh sweetheart of mine come oh angel of death and kiss my lips take away

When the Dark Comes

When the Dark Comes short poem

I hear you. I see you. Only in the dark. I speak to you. I feel you. Only in the dark. I hate you. I fear you. When it is dark. It’s lonely. It’s scary. Once it is dark. My

Reflection

Reflection short poem

You look at your reflection and see it disintegrating with every movement; an illusion by time, it appears, to trap you in life’s abyss. Try as you may to hold every grain; blinded by the fickleness of it all, you

A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

Love Made Me…….

Love Made Me....... short poem

Love is the most prominent feeling, Which brings a broken heart healing. Love made me look all around, But its shape I never ever found. Love made me blind believing the other, Never I will blame it for my dilemma

Afterwar Rider

Afterwar Rider short poem

A traveler from an antique land Journeys through blistering, dry heat Across oceans of sand and rock Once well trampled by human feet. Hear the long roar of his mount, Power building in its steel lungs, Belching fire and CO2

Don’t Let Me Leave…

Don’t Let Me Leave... long poem

Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless

Sleeping Buddha

Sleeping Buddha short poem

Happening? you heave a sigh. In peril, mother of peace? Real threat to ice lingam? the Creator? Falling apart? Cat’s claw was not healing. Where the greens will go? The pods, the seeds? Tara, Tara! come again, we are waiting

I Am A Blade Of Grass

I Am A Blade Of Grass short poem

I am a blade of grass, Green from inside out, I am a small fragile life. The relentless scorching sun sucks every bit of life from me, The rains drench me from root to leaf; The wild animals crush me

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

Shauryan – My Dear Nephew

Shauryan   My Dear Nephew short poem

Among all there is a wholesome son. His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan. On 20 November was the jewel born. So precious that all want him as a pawn But parents not ready to give for scone. Without looking

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

A sound sleep ends with sounds of wings and tiny crashes of small things; my eyes roam round the room to search the scene, and soon I know it’s not a dream. And then the wings take flight again from

The Raven

The Raven long poem

A black creature sits in front of me A mysterious yet beautiful creature I reach my hand out to touch the creature and it disappears Crafty creature isn’t it? The creature came back again tonight This time right in front

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I close my eyes, I see a face, Time has passed at a splendid pace, It was a scorching sunny day, With rains of happiness on the way, A day to remember, a day to dare, I was to promise

Endearment

Endearment short poem

When you stimulate to be in love. Does thine heart at a chancy verge of ignorance? Secluded in your heart whose name is it? Don’t rely upon the misbelief, That love is blind. It is an outrageous , exotic though

Revolution

Revolution prose poem

Falling from the sky our memories of pain, the time you cried and fought for freedom, independence from me, the one who raised you cared and loved you, you meant so much, now I understand my past mistakes, standing here,

Clean India

Clean India short poem

We the people, we the youth, we the creatures, these all are universal truth. We the destroyers will remain mute as we will not get any ripe fruit. We the masters, we the blasters, we can stop many disasters. We

Sea Change

Sea Change short poem

Can’t you see I’m drowning from your thirst buried in mud to my thighs every day another box arrives at the door the scent of cardboard makes me nauseous another knick-knack begets another floor to ceiling shelf populated by painted

Cool …..cool…rain

Cool .....cool...rain short poem

Drop by drop the water falls down, Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the ground cool and soft, And nourishes the life on earth, The patter and dripping sound of rain, Brought joy and pleasure in me.

The Layman

The Layman prose poem

The Layman (Or: When History Repeats Itself)// By: Fareed Ghanem **** He is a layman, just like a gulp of water from a brook passing here by chance. His features are gratis, his eye-brows a bush of terebinth, furze, chicories

Until The Last Breath Goes

Until The Last Breath Goes short poem

I’ll be your light if the stars don’t glow I’ll be the breeze if the wind don’t blow Waiting for the moment when we come across I’ll hold your hand and never let you go. I’ll pace it up when

Our World

Our World short poem

Could be in the past May be in present too You and me disagreed We quarrelled, fought Argued in bitter words For we all wanted to Make our World better Perhaps never realized A simple point to ponder That’s universal