Upset Poems

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

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Sleeping Soul

Sleeping Soul short poem

Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .

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Fate

Fate long poem

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

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

Am I…

Am I... short poem

Am I tired of this life, Or of words that are as lethal as knife. Am I tired of being used, Or upset with emphatic abuse. Am I tired of being strong, Or disgusted with the blames of wrong. Am

I Am Not Gone

I Am Not Gone long poem

One night all alone in my room When all things in my life doomed Sitting restlessly at the window, I looked at the moon For that time I forgot about my wounds. Wounds which all have made to my heart

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike

The Unheard Prayers Of Brother Mike short poem

O’ what a sigh for good old brother Mike, Who once as a child prayed to god for a bike. He remembered in lamentation those years as a tyke How his parents were poor, so all he got was a

The Banana Budget

The Banana Budget short poem

Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a

Running Your Marathon Called Life

Running Your Marathon Called Life ballad

When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you

Blue Blooded

Blue Blooded short poem

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.

As I Walked Down…

As I Walked Down... long poem

Do you know…I am already dressed in my shimmery trail of flow, I am already adorned with the gold and shine, tip to toe. My mother just put the red glittery shine vale on my head, Shyly I stole my

Mother

Mother prose poem

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Strange Morrow

Strange Morrow short poem

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound bungles the capricious climate of the death of a thought which you could not carry very far. And that was all when I asked you some questions about life. You started

I

I short poem

I left this world today I didn’t bother to pray I stormed the gates of heaven with delight I walked upon the pearly gold streets I was upset their was no one I knew I didn’t have a clue I

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother !

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother  ! prose poem

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She

The Same Kind

The Same Kind short poem

Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by

Mother

Mother prose poem

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

Chessboard

Chessboard short poem

dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas sitting in scorching sun,

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

The Sunset

The Sunset short poem

The day comes to an end, And the dusk takes the light away. Everything feels so drowsy And we face the Sunset. The flying wings of time, Changes everything in the life of mine. The things are never same; As

Soul’s Anguish

Souls Anguish long poem

A labyrinth of red washed walls, my heart’s anguish to soar above the clouds. As I trace my scars I think of rose petals. Is my body still asking for restitution? Have I not yet paid the price? My pain

A Letter For All Of You

A Letter For All Of You long poem

I heard so many complaints That is from all of you “you don’t call me you don’t have time to receive my call how do you recall me you have forget me to go other states thank you so much

Sail It Your Ship

Sail It Your Ship short poem

Energy falls down It fills the town It becomes matter One kind and another Some of us are aware Others don’t care We are flesh and bones We are matter like stones Some of us are kings And queens wearing

If Only…

If Only... short poem

If Only….. is a term that many use… If Only…… is a feeling that might give you the blues.. If Only ……is a meaning many will confess for a chance to live the way they think was the best We

Fall Seven Rise Eight

Fall Seven Rise Eight short poem

Try,try,try once you will definitely succeed You will surely get what you really need When you feel that it’s not a cup of your tea And you want to end your life by drowning in some sea Then thi k

Noticing

Noticing long poem

So much I notice now That before I was blind to Was you always that way Or are you someone new Notice your disregard for my pain Yours you demand all attention The world must stop for you Mine must

Mad Defining

Mad Defining short poem

Maddening thought to process such a word Mad definition defining more than anger Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger Mad mangled minor class offense verse major Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer Mad made digestive mental notes selective Madder

The Puddle

The Puddle prose poem

The ancient church all vintage stone and loved throughout the ages, was now more famous for something strange, and in all the local pages. A large sinkhole all filled with rocks and lots of other rubble, was on the grounds,

Upright Mirrors

Upright Mirrors short poem

for beheading the raceme three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins had come when she was alone with scars on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody had kissed the moon in night without veil it

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Mute Longing

Mute Longing short poem

The earth’s shadow thrusts its fangs into the flesh of the moon, yet the moon remains silent, bleeding the heavy light over the waters. It wounds me; its muteness – I would like to hear it yelling as howls the

I, The Weedling

I, The Weedling prose poem

Unconditional love is rare and hard to obtain. It’s hard to be confident when I have only been trampled upon. I can be bound in a vast field of flowers, but I am not the beautiful orchid or the rare

Ode To A Squirrel

Ode To A Squirrel ode

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

Ageing

Ageing short poem

Old age is Golden age when friends of yest years are still mingling in group Old age is a stone age when the friends of yest years are in memorial leaving the One all alone Old age is youthful age

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

The Box You Built

The Box You Built short poem

Desperate hands search the walls For a crack somewhere, for a way out You slump in the corner in utter despair Your mind reels back to times fair Can still hear the music in your ears Though years have passed

Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost short poem

I have a whole lot of work, but all my thoughts are converged on her……… Sprawling greens in midst of concrete jungle ruins of bygone era,ushering in nostalgia life at breakneck speed frolicking aristocrats loitering politicians a place where you