Uniqueness Poems

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

Dear North Star

Dear North Star long poem

Dear pole star, I dedicate this to you, Because in my mind lies a question, why do you not twinkle like other stars do? Do you like to be there in the sky all alone? Do you want to rest,

A Cry To The People

A Cry To The People prose poem

The chains of unity bind us together. The cloak of conformity makes us one and the same. The mask of the emotionless shows us that we were made to wear the same face. They tell us that it is good

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

You’ll Be Who You’ll Be

Youll Be Who Youll Be short poem

There was a time where one once told me There’ll be moment when you’ll be who you’ll be I didn’t know it then but I know it now That sometimes you have to choose between the good and the bad

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A Woman In Guitar

A Woman In Guitar short poem

She is a woman in guitar playing song like a star. She sings like an angel, a princess in a castle. She’s only not a stranger — indeed — she’s a rocker. She has a lovely face a wise woman

Blush Of Purity

Blush Of Purity short poem

White is so pure and powerful, A blemish on it mars The beauty of its radiance, It is beauty of insignificant’s significance, A Blooming tiny flower, Clouds in sensuous blue sky, Foam bubbles in ripples of enticing ocean, A wild

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

Girl On Westgate

Girl On Westgate short poem

GIRL ON WESTGATE/ FANCY AND IMAGINATION from the coach-window I see the girl on the city-kerb eating the orange ice-pop, hair fanning in the breeze, the centre of her own continuum, catching the smear of exhaust tasting the sharpness of

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

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The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me prose poem

Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle requires

Daughter

Daughter prose poem

The two strangers met each other to mingle and lead rest of their life all together The two in course of time were to become three The two dreamt of a baby boy but were disappointed when they found it

My Marriage Proposal To chizzie

My Marriage Proposal To chizzie short poem

Chizzie, Your magical kiss electrifies my poor Soul, it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey, it satisfies my innate needs like money earnestly sought for to meet every set goal listed in a schedule of a lifetime’s needs.

The Holy Bible

The Holy Bible prose poem

The Holy Bible so hard to understand but I hear people say that’s part of God’s Master plan. If you read and do what it say, it will bring the dawn of a brand new day. How do you read

Just dont give up my Mate

Just dont give up my Mate short poem

It’s not over yet, the journey hasn’t ended, the hard is yet to come, just don’t give up my mate. Life has lessons to teach at every step, every day is a challenge, proving your mantle should be your goal,

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

Along The Unhallowed Way

Along The Unhallowed Way short poem

The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything, What it takes and never gives back. The load. With wheels of fire and halos

Pasta Rap

Pasta Rap short poem

As I taste my pasta wrap I write a song which you can rap!! Wrapping up my tasty wrap Yummy tasty pasta wrap When I am hungry I love to eat It doubles up as a delicious treat Onions carrots

Searching In Between The Lids

Searching In Between The Lids short poem

No one knows where it begins where it was tied where are those desires from and why we are up to them why we were within this cherished circle where are those sorrows from why we dwell with them and

Hunting For The Aurora

Hunting For The Aurora short poem

A coronal mass ejection caused me to wake my son at a quarter past midnight, on a school night, and wrap up him carefully, to shut out the cold, to keep a cosmic appointment with electrons, plasma and protons that

Note To Mind

Note To Mind short poem

Where do you go when you are not here, Sometimes you’re away for days, Your absence leaves me with such fear, So scared in a million ways. You give me no sign that you’ll be gone, You just up and

Dolores King

Dolores King short poem

I weave in and out of people’s lives like a ghost or a thief in the middle of the night, so, I take quietly to the mind, and the matters of the wind in my room, in abstractions, where the

Broken Soul

Broken Soul short poem

Broken and battered here I lie, Seeking freedom from the unseen cuffs, Tranquilizers and sedatives heal me no more, Numbness is what my heart longs for, Numbness is what my heart longs for. Travelling through this barren lands, Seems ages

To My Neha

To My Neha ode

I hated you the first time I had known you, You had this air, You stole my friend, (Or so I thought) and I was crazy jealous. I hated you to supreme heights. And now after nearly two decades, Of

Holiday Thoughts

Holiday Thoughts prose poem

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same

Angela’s Winter

Angelas Winter short poem

She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate. Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse missing her mother and family very much. Such a short time since she been gone from the earth years ago. Loving the winter with

Terry Hero

Terry Hero ode

Sweet emotions slow through human, A great human man. My loving man I don’t want to get broken, He has me now to be very out spoken. I wish to be his wife, And I know as of now we

No Excuse

No Excuse prose poem

You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of

My Road To Anhedonia

My Road To Anhedonia prose poem

Deeper as it dredged, I came empty That’s how dishonesty swept happiness out of me, My mood was left uneasy I was disturbed. I was overstimulated. While the sun beams at the window, the day has ended for me But

Those Who Don’t Need The Spotlights

Those Who Dont Need The Spotlights short poem

Those who don’t need the spotlight, Can live without all the cheer. They can climb heights, Without any fear. So what, if they don’t have a popular name? Or if they don’t run for fame! They have their RESPECT, And

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,

Crazy…right?

Crazy...right? ballad

that time pain called all to seldom all to strange in seasons, reasons of our vain rain seemed as insane. do not ring my dreams while I sleep why step lightly you may awaken nightmares as I stalk time, my

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

Places To Put Me

Places To Put Me sonnet poems

If you could keep my time in a glass jar And hidden in plain sight for all to see They would see a soul that longs to run far Or a heart that stands strong but wants to flee. If

Today I Am So Small

Today I Am So Small long poem

Today I am so small I ride the corner of your hip, clinging on (with both my tiny hands) to the edge of your pocket. Your denim thighs crest the alternate air like the humping backs of sister whales side

Art And Desire

Art And Desire short poem

Living on fringe he was stealing genes. Fear of rebirth started a dialogue with death! Ignited by an asexual urge the belly went into flames. The super star dived in sea dragging down his old father. The sleek content of

Futurity

Futurity short poem

The show is on. Sedition will play with death now. Deceitful black knives, white gloves. No hope, battle lines are drawn. The wasps are whirring at a furious speed stings ready to inject venom. Bronzed body, huge turbaned skull. Eyes

Lose The Shades

Lose The Shades ballad

Like clouds scurrying from the sun- they dawn love to come forth. In them lies a world meant to be free- from all inhibitions for a feat! They are the tambour- that drives away all that is goth. Their waves

Monilia

Monilia short poem

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom was seeping in me I was riding on waves, moon-stuck. The nude shot of anemone, blindfolded after the criminal assault. Why they were throwing the lewed comments? A raw cave of white pain, drags the

Landscaping

Landscaping short poem

Not contentious I will put you in moon for another rain. The invisible sex ticks the gravity of mouth that eats the murder. My body becomes an emperor even for the dust. Not the naked cloud. Blood colors the name

Anchorage

Anchorage short poem

I do not want to take you, either the road ahead, or lovely gyrations on low stage of voicelessness. The swoop of eagle on a little bundle, of chromatic fever: was it unbirdy? The tree of death grows taller than