Uncomfortable Poems

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

She

She short poem

now she is blackened ink bled over starched canvas her cursive forms whisper elusive words too many nights wasted on uncomfortable men her eyes roll mouth breathing nicotine air she beckons to me through locked doors

Poems containing references to : Uncomfortable

Take A Walk

Take A Walk prose poem long poem

Let’s take a walk Just you and me and none of our goddamn pretensions None of the constant editing of words and phrases in our daily interactions Let’s say things as they come to mind Hell, let’s just not say

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

When Moon Will Be The Moon

When Moon Will Be The Moon short poem

Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The

Unknown Depth

Unknown Depth long poem

Searing in sunlight and dense in humid breath that uncomfortable nether-ground we ancesterally dashed across to escape the swift and sharp toothed now is a show of umbrellas and baking skin joy of wading into the delicious cool feeling sand

Unearth

Unearth short poem

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re galumphed seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. Remember a beggar and

Be Not That Breeze

Be Not That Breeze prose poem

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

A ‘Not-So-Pleasant’ Love Song!

A Not So Pleasant Love Song! short poem

Being in love is a funny term An uncomfortable, constant squirm. Life, longing, touch and pain Everything at once, goes in vain You can’t see this, you won’t do that And all of a sudden, what are you looking at?

Finally Alone

Finally Alone short poem

Self-love is the path to enlightenment, they say. A needle in the arm, a line snorted will never compare with a kiss on the cheek. A shot down the gullet or vapors inhaled will pale to a long lingering hug.

Sidmouth Seafront

Sidmouth Seafront prose poem

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

A Mental Break

A Mental Break long poem

Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the

Sleepless

Sleepless long poem

A 5-year-old girl Throws a chair Because her teacher Doesn’t seem to care About how the girl Can’t sleep at night And nap time in Preschool Was where she might Two years later The girl is seven and she still

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

I Am Legend

I Am Legend long poem

I am legend like will smith Die hard like Bruce Willis With a beautiful body like Anna Nicole smith A warrior hardened like Mr and Mrs Smith One of a kind in my mind like the matrix Smith Sit back

Police

Police long poem

As a kid I always fancied to don the Role of police I visualised police as a superman who can tame any bad guy with ease I believed only God and policeman can protect us from thieves I grew up

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother prose poem

As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

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The Angel

The Angel short poem

Love is all that she has And giving it is her passion. So beautiful, adorable and serene Are her thoughts And just so are her actions. With courage she walks And with strength she fights, Not to hurt, not for

The Snubbed Vs The True Love

The Snubbed Vs The True Love prose poem

We make the rejected Love occupy our whole heart , while We ignore the true Love enacting from her heart We dream fantasy and console ourselves for the snubbed Love , while We shatter her dreams and show scant respect

Blue and Black

Blue and Black short poem

Battery of my phone was too sleepy The alarm dozed off… A series of “Getting Late” followed The mirror frowned at me and I stepped out of that drowsy door… I sat in the bus that looked like my boss

Numbers

Numbers short poem

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

I Tried!

I Tried! long poem

I tried to show them, That the box is too small to fit in all! For you and me in the same shoe, and walk the road towards the land of hope with one leg on the grass and the

A Flower’s Vision

A Flowers Vision short poem

Will I adorn His Divine feet in a temple or a church…. Will I be the wreath on a mortal remains… Will I be ….. blessed as a wedding garland.. ……….or will I grace the tresses of a beauty queen…

Splendor

Splendor short poem

While writing a poem I make a blood hole in my hand. A walnut face opens the wrinkles to find a jade green nephrite for colicky times. A prelude to a death sentence for profane thoughts. You think, you can

Spread Your Wings

Spread Your Wings short poem

Born into a world full of complex conditions, an ever changing tangled web of confusing contradictions. To live; to thrive; to barely survive oppressive commands from the central hive. When the ashes settle; when no chill breezes blow, only then

Asterism

Asterism long poem

It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground

The Effort Of Poetry

The Effort Of Poetry short poem

And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m

No Afterlife, After Life

No Afterlife, After Life short poem

I thought there’d be a trial for sure, With my lonesome self before a gate. It seems all which I’d preached before, Does not quite fit into my fate. My God is gone, with him my crutch, And it is

The Second Hand

The Second Hand ode

In perpetuity, it whisks around, Neither ever halting, nor lagging… Or observe perhaps with due delight, Allure, of the clock, in which it lies. Utters the second hand, then to me, If I pause, time too shall have to cease.

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart elegy

My heart is bleeding all over again I could feel the tears run down my chin As i trudged down the path of whys I could hear the cry of an innocent infant Mommy why? Mommy why? Mommy why? Oh!

My Hope

My  Hope short poem

My hope is a bird with bright-colored wings My hope has the prettiest song a singer sings My hope it is always there to comfort me In my heart I know it always will be Sometimes my hope is to

A Faithful Friend

A Faithful Friend long poem

How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

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Immortality

Immortality short poem

A very disconnecting creek where bodies were found, presents a pictorial death in night, which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic was at the door. The art of debating the

Phantoms

Phantoms short poem

Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

Our Island

Our Island short poem

There is a special island whose location will be hidden to those who don’t believe, and those who do not dream. Where all souls live in harmony and loving spirits abound. Her waters are like diamonds with pearls in there

Your Lane

Your Lane short poem

When the clouds above our crowns, are gloomy and inky when the roads ahead are dusty and grimy when you and I are apart by miles of distance from a star twinkling bright in the sky till your lane; YOU

Taking Strides

Taking Strides short poem

Black hidden deep within a forest A focal point leading outward Strides that repeat friction brings heat A heart filled with hope inspires the beat Atmosphere with hoofs intense Trampling over the reasons to avoid Existence stark to compare Through