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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In Sleep

In Sleep short poem

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

Thank You.

Thank You. long poem

You really truly helped me being there when no-one was, The fact you came to be with me meant such an awful lot, You revived my instability just by being you, Thank you for you time and strength; helping me

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale short poem

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love

Self Reflection

Self Reflection short poem

O light, where liveth thee? O light, darkness kills me. O light, will you ever come? O light, you only seek some. O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence? O light, go away, you have no essence.

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

New Ways From Old Days.

New Ways From Old Days. short poem

Through the arthritic wrought iron gate that squeaks from a pull or a push, up the weedy cobbled path past the grope of a sentinel bush. In one hand the past In a bulbous ballooning black bag with keys to

Shadow Of My Life

Shadow Of My Life short poem

You are my life. … Who gives me hope.. .. At each step … And keeps me warm. …. At my heart. …. And makes me feel.. .. To be so special. … I really cannot explain. .. The place

Elope With Me

Elope With Me short poem

I came into the city at a young age and strive for the dream which has no stage There is a pretty girl around me who is so sincere and kind that I wanna woo In this familiar city, I

Creativity

Creativity short poem

The beauty of it all. Pulling something from nothing. Nurturing the created. Molding it shaping it. The song the art the science. All teased from the ether. All born into existence by consciousness. Without consciousness, there would be nothing.

Kissing Gods

Kissing Gods short poem

When we slept through our naked loops, there was a silent call. Moon was out walking on the street peeping through the glass window, the crossed legs. Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you know the impropriety of leaves,

Reality

Reality short poem

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

Leela

Leela ballad

Hmmmmm, Leela ? What would you say ? Leela is the girl who could rule the world Leela is the girl love would embrace Leela is the girl who would spread Oh so much grace Leela is that girl whom

Leave No Note

Leave No Note short poem

Oh love, Oh love Please don’t forget my dying words The Words that seep Through the crevices of your smile Oh love, Oh love How you saw deep through my laugh And Dug deep through the messages I sent to

Smokers’ Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks!

Smokers Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks! long poem

Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds

Eddy Puss

Eddy Puss short poem

A herd of Chicanos is on TV thanking some mike on a stick Complementing my all pill breakfast It’s time to write clinical sonnets to girls in biology The looming plurality of entendres hopefully penetrating their big hair They don’t

With Mr. Jones (collaborations—’11)

With Mr. Jones (collaborations—11) short poem

(Line for line… tit for tat.) 1. My house is kind of small —but bigger than my kitchen And in my kitchen there’s a lamp —that’s bigger than my fist Please don’t touch the dog’s food bowl —only I touch

Maid

Maid long poem

My better half in life alias wife lay tired & fatigued while toiling at the house chores for days & months I could see her charm gradually dwindling her anger terribly rising by leaps & bounds I got worried and

The Magical Beings – Humans

The Magical Beings   Humans prose poem

We do not know what we are capable of we can reap all the obstacles off we can build a big building remember how an invention made us capable of flying history has it we built the ivory symbol of

Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

Dinner Theater

Dinner Theater short poem

Into the menu smiling cheeks reflect, candlelit white tablecloth, islands amid the carpeted scurry of busboys and waiters in the backdrop of our night Tinkling laughter and ice cubes accompany depths of conversation overheard, yet unheard from couples in quorum

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

To Be Conscious

To Be Conscious prose poem

Consciousness is but an electric signal that originates in a receptor neuron cell and then travels down sensory neuron cells to the spinal cord and brain only to return by motor neuron cells to a muscle move This full cycle

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

Always

Always short poem

Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding

What Conclusion Was Left?

What Conclusion Was Left? short poem

The seizure, volatile it was, the way to tell, for the things he did not want to say. You suffer silently. Coming to boiling point, for the starkness of the torture. The abridged wholeness was empty. Only howling remained. Can

Meaning

Meaning short poem

Since all it began and people learnt; Since man got his name And gained all those earthly fame- The same history has been repeated again and again- Both good and bad; both hard and rapt; The blood, the blood- sometimes

That’s My Sis!!!

Thats My Sis!!! short poem

As the line reads, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” I remember when we both were kids You tried to fulfill all my needs. It didn’t take much time to recall, You stood by me and saved me

Broken Wings

Broken Wings short poem

The only thing that is so clear Is I had you once so near The evil monsters in my head They’ve trodden on everything, now it’s dead The memories make me cry I am discontented no matter how hard I

Reading Emily Dickinson’s Poem

Reading Emily Dickinsons Poem short poem

If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere, I catch some glimpses of what makes a heart, a stone, and what makes a stone, watery before someone dies…

The Two Flowers’ Tale

The Two Flowers Tale ballad

A flower up there on the leafy tree Mocks a flower in the mud As she used to be Saying ‘I always have sunlight While your face is always in my shade Exposed to the blight While by the finest

The Past, The Present, But What About The Future ?

The Past, The Present, But What About The Future ? short poem

The blood on the streets Homes broken apart Everyone shouting for the help of God The horn is blown And the Civilians and soldiers set their guns and weapons Bullets elevating through the air into the body Children crying in

Thinking, Not Thinking

Thinking, Not Thinking short poem

There is no thought in a fired head; Symphonious splashes of singing color hide in the back behind filling-wander. In luxury his lines moves lead; The thoughtless thick then ambitious brother isolate to suffer in self-shot slander. Then, to suffer

You’ve Got Class

Youve Got Class long poem

Oooh somewhat of a Charles Dickens Character from your hat to your boots Well I can tell you’re different than most People these days but hey that’s a good Thing it’s got my goat if you know what I mean,