Typewriter Poems

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

Now That You Are Not There

Now That You Are Not There short poem

The growing insecurity , Increasing perplexity , The constant fear , With all those glares, The lost equilibrium ,of a balanced mind, Was it how this was destined? A bygone en-tropic side , With redundant mind , A Frivolous mannequin,

Poems containing references to : Typewriter

Of words and meanings

Of words and meanings short poem

Of words and meanings Of lives and then some A word spoken. A new life with no end. A new piece of soul. Ice, fire or water – coexisting anomalies. Some words scar lives. Some heal them. Some words draw

Fall

Fall short poem

he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages

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

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

Empty Glass

Empty Glass short poem

I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who

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Soul Mates

Soul Mates short poem

Asphyxiation Singing the last song Protons killing protons Atoms of ice and stone Lick the side of your ice cream cone Kiss the air when I’m gone Death is near Like a trap unseen Like a person with no name

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

Depth Of Love

Depth Of Love short poem

The day Sun refuses to rise in the morning is the day your memory is wiped out of me Your memory is haunting me so much that I have forgotten to smile ,I find no trace of happiness and my

Tropical Depression

Tropical Depression short poem

sky gone the color of strong black tea wind assists everything toward the ground mountains were born for withstanding this world howl builds around craggy teeth when rain joins it mixes and remixes ultimate alchemist its runoff is life itself

Still Birth

Still Birth short poem

Roses had gone wilting after surgery. Biovision of acrylic lenses was projecting a corrupt green mount. The rubber king had a papery laugh. How you deal with a maverick – matter – of – factly? Pall bearers of a tall

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon short poem

I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I

Camouflage

Camouflage long poem

I want to run away, (she said) From the idea of ‘we’ From everything From you and me… This existence Or lack of it This endless tumult The burden of wish This rowing and rowing to a nether shore I

The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master short poem

the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves

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

Light Is You

Light Is You short poem

It just kept on running Constantly with all hurdles been crossed Wonderful memories left behind Unforgettable fame that’s written forever It just kept on running With many mouths that hurt With many mouths that praised Packed and stuck in my

Dirty Pretty Words

Dirty Pretty Words prose poem

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

Year Of Young People

Year Of Young People short poem

Our paths have different ways Each one a new discovery, Like the sunny or rainy days Wondering what’s going to cover me. Here we are again another year Not knowing what our future holds, Living; looking around in a constant

Obscurity

Obscurity short poem

Walking through the woods at night Not sure where I’m at The darkness I’m looking into Is overpowering A faint light from the sky Surges shyly through the blackness. But not sufficient for me To see where I am going

Life – A Journey Through Skies

Life   A Journey Through Skies short poem

Birth of an Infant is like a glittering star over clear sky The infant mind is as coll and as calm as a night sky The growth of an infant to kid is like sun rising in the sky with

To Disguise To Accept

To Disguise To Accept short poem

If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All

Stay. And complete me.

Stay. And complete me. prose poem

I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…

Poet’s Dilemma

Poets Dilemma long poem

In the comfort of my room I sit and scribble all the sundry and sometimes seriously on varieties of topic I build my own world of poetry and assume I am the master of philosophy of life and have solution

African Queen

African Queen short poem

When I look in those dark brown eyes, I see an Angel from the skies, When I see that Beautiful Smile my Heart skips a beat as long as a mile. When I hear the sweet soft voice My life

The Heart’s Prayer

The Heart’s Prayer short poem

Every day and every night I long for a true love that will never die no more tears from tired eyes no more so lonely I just sit and sigh just a true, true love that’ll never die Well that

Rain

Rain short poem

Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in

Life as we know it or do we?

Life as we know it or do we? short poem

Have you ever experienced the sweetness of nothing and exhaustion of everything? Have you laughed so much that your urge to cry grew stronger? Have you dealt with sleepless nights bothered by nothing in particular and everything in general and

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I

Morning Walk

Morning Walk short poem

It’s a morning walk. alone. To think a little. To breath a little. To talk a little to myself. To make a little. To dream a little. Just to walk a little. It’s the best time I could ever see

How Strange

How Strange short poem

Eye to eye Face to face I know the name But I just can’t trace the place I saw it in a dream Floating through the endless stream Of timeless immortals It’s on the tip of my tongue But it

Blue Whale

Blue Whale short poem

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

In Your Nakedness

In Your Nakedness short poem

When mired in jadedness Or weary of Truth, I sleep babe-like in your nakedness, O bosom pal of my youth; The nature of mothers in you Suckling my sleep! Or when dark empires above Shut my mind, I star-and-moon sketch

Aka

Aka short poem

I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in

Wole Soyinka

Wole Soyinka short poem

Africa’s venerated literary icon with words of eloquence esoteric to the blind. Distinguished in letters for ages infinite. Unparalleled in intellect, and a gadfly of constructive dissenting views. Soyinka, You are indeed a priceless asset to the black race. The

Encore

Encore sonnet poems

Night, oh playwright, to the soul’s loneliness I quest every line, beneath your cover One to recite, for heart’s harmonious So my part may be played — with another But stages, — life — dropped her encore curtain How heavied

Into The Rain

Into The Rain short poem

Everytime I see the rain, I remember our joys, laughters, and tears, Our sadness, sorrows and pain. Our joy of laughing outside, While our sorrows crying inside. At the pouring rain, we laugh and cry, We run and run under

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our

On My Death

On My Death short poem

When I die, Bury me in those pages, Which failed to become My identity, my stages. Let me lie close To those verses, Those prose, Which never truly dealt With the emotions I felt. In my death Let me be