Vicarious Poems

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

Inamorata:beat Of The Heart

Inamorata:beat Of The Heart ode

Lost under the spell you cast on me, Torment me with what was never meant to be, Don’t you see what I see It’s just that you love me. You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure To a disease named love you’re

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Doctor Of Philosophy

Doctor Of Philosophy short poem

I He caged a raven thereby saddening a sufi gentleman ,who thought none of the fraternity of man incompetent to do something so absurd . Actually ,when consulting the mirror of his mind and the one in his bedroom, he

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#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere short poem

On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was

Words

Words short poem

Words …… They are there! Deep inside Ready to give voice. They want to be like caresses, Words of joy and happiness, Softness make braids, Words, remedies to the woes Sweet words that burst Like balloons and they have fun,

Mirror

Mirror short poem

I look into this mirror. What do I see? Is this a true reflection of me? Am I someone I recognize? Am I the right height and size? Where did I come from I often wonder? I have sat many

All that is Dreamt

All that is Dreamt short poem

All that is dreamt, all that is lived, is Poetry. Rhythmic breaths, The beat of a heart, The fluttering of eyes. Each rendered piece of a life’s experience, Verses revealed, read, and reveled in. At times, our tears, the ink

Only Metaphors

Only Metaphors short poem

A hidden self portrait in a tar pit I do not want to explore further. Wind was making a big sound the tarp blowing off, I stand naked under the scortching sun. A classless pain rises fiercely I am careless

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

Woman And Her Music

Woman And Her Music prose poem

Swing your hips to the sound of music, No, not age or disgrace can stall you! For your youth is not in days, But in the swing and sway of your movement. You move and groove like light ripples, On

I Am But An Autumn Leaf

I Am But An Autumn Leaf short poem

I’m but an Autumn Leaf
, Twirling, swirling with winds I play
 And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet
, The crowning glory now lost and sway 
All my greens are now russets, yellows,
Rambling, roving in golden meadows
 I sing soft songs

Unravelling

Unravelling short poem

An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit

Traces

Traces prose poem

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

Quarrel N Conflict

Quarrel N Conflict short poem

Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

A Little Bit Of Love

A Little Bit Of Love short poem

My mind is going blank, The heart repeats its mistakes, It goes through heaven’s gate that leads to hell I am feeling like I am wasted, Wasted everyday, The way you left me had no happy ending Living the rest

Anthropologist

Anthropologist short poem

The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense

My Journey Of A Lifetime

My Journey Of A Lifetime long poem

Today was an ordinary day I was in my bed dreaming the night away, thinking about gold coins with sparkling dots on the side I could see them in my dreams I was sinking into my bed getting deeper into

The Spell Of The Primeval .

The Spell Of The Primeval . short poem

The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its

Green, Rainy Winter

Green, Rainy Winter short poem

Drops of rain dripping from the eaves making an infernal noise like broken drums banged stubbornly by a naughty child. The dreams fly like a flock of frightened birds, it remains just the cold biting the hand that holds a

Apathy No More

Apathy No More short poem

Clip not the wings of imagination Let it fly its uncharted way Yield now and then to temptation Let the spirit be free and gay Suit not the action to the image Fresh be your speech, and acts new How

Sisters Are Love

Sisters Are Love long poem

Knock out their hearts,feel the water falls Let’s dare play with the juicy blood balls Scattering of priceless charm in the beats Shattering of heart walls and glassy sheets Sisters are the LOVE For in no comparison with poetry of

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

The Book

The Book short poem

Open the book And take a quick look inside God knows how you’ve tried Put pen to paper In song or in verse Each one comes out worse Than the last one And now you’ve begun Rewrite the score And

Mum’s Birthday

Mum’s Birthday short poem

Another year another day once was celebrated Now this day is one that is to be commiserated I do not need to lay flowers to signify loss Everyday your in my thoughts and never forgot I may not make it

The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat ode

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

Mystery Called Life

Mystery Called Life short poem

Oh Life ! I know you are a mystery You don different characters different times You are some times a romantic poem inspiring my heart to rhyme You are also an ocean of sorrow and make me swim against all

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

The Lost Existence

The Lost Existence short poem

Losing was my wont so , I let go things . The green garden embedded with pink pearls , the petunias that crawled from the pot to heaven . I lost my childhood the early summer of my life the

Missing Friends

Missing Friends ballad

I can’t remember feeling so incomplete… Time and distance are a void… Where there was you. Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself Groping in twilight revelation. We’re sojourners on a trek Spirits compelled to give and share. Trading smiles we’ll

Knotted

Knotted short poem

Hands trembling as I write this poem On cold chilly winter morning Dead silence ring in my ear Dim light by the fireplace, Knotted together in this tiny house That we call our own Where love is shown, and hate

A Match Made In Heaven

A Match Made In Heaven prose poem

Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had a cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day Together made many promises to keep And vowed

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

What Am I To You?

What Am I To You? short poem

“What am I to you? A broken piece of your beer’s glass, Shattered reminders of your past?” “No,” he replied. “You are my beautiful snowflake. Stop this now. I have a headache.” But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt hurt

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

She woke up, the little girl. Crying in bed “I want my daddy” Trembling she said Daddy’s gone long He won’t be back soon You can sleep with mommy Inside her room The girl refused Still crying for her dad

Cold Rain

Cold Rain long poem

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

Chains

Chains short poem

We are in chains Our life is a dream With lot many strains We can’t scream In clouds and rains In search of a beam Which may take in? All shadowy ways And make it a sin Without any craze

Love

Love short poem

Love is lifting of spirits and opening of hearts All else is just possessiveness and control All else is just wants and needs All else is just a sense of loss of control All else is just unhappiness and hell

Morning Exercise

Morning Exercise short poem

Good morning! with half-closed eyes you can see your life running like a fairy at the window shaking cherry flowers from her hair raising the train of her dress between her fingers it would have been unusual not to fall

Stumbling

Stumbling short poem

Disaffection brings out, the black fever. Stars will chart the inky path. It was too close the brazen attack on sacred rites. Prejudice of contents was besides, heavy. I am going to flee from spaces. You become a fodder of