Viewpoints Poems

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

A Balcony

A Balcony long poem

A balcony is beautiful With a sky clear A balcony is beautiful With you there A balcony is pretty With rain coming down A balcony is pretty When you get a flower crown A balcony is terrorsome When it is

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Accepting Myself

Accepting Myself short poem

Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the

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Why I Won’t Stop Loving You!!

Why I Wont Stop Loving You!! short poem

That smile of yours, those dreamy eyes I love them all, They tease me and hypnotize..!! The way you touch and your sweat on me.. Trust me baby it makes me melt and sets me free!! Your smell is like

Dot Of Life

Dot Of Life short poem

Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the

Childhood

Childhood long poem

Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer

Road to Revolution

Road to Revolution prose poem

I was on the road to revolution; when I met- The childless mother beating her chest in sorrow, the widow shredding tears of solitude, The motherless child crying for company, the father who had lost his son… For the road

The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch

Dear Momma Shakur

Dear Momma Shakur short poem

Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams prose poem

Hello my baby doll You will always be An amazing bestowal of god for your loving Dad that was born with an astounding will emblazoned in your black eyes were an undreamt-of and incredible waves of inquisitiveness and all the

A Ray Of Hope

A Ray Of Hope short poem

Shattered in the dark I was sitting in a park. I Lost the hope , there was nothing to spark. With wet eyes n broken heart, I felt my dream was going apart. The fear n trauma of lacking behind,

Always Read The Label

Always Read The Label short poem

Drugs, drugs and more drugs Boiling milk in pyrex jugs Prioderm for itchy bugs Cotton buds for dirty lugs Swallow hole or rub it in Spray it lightly, spread it thin Do just what it says on the tin And

Gentle Breeze

Gentle Breeze prose poem

Traversing the hills, caressing the trees, gently swirling the scene. Life’s medium moves, ebbs and flows surrounding all with subtle sensation. Moving all with jocularity. Ripples across an endless water. Lifting wings, sailing seeds. Consistent, generationally reminding life of its

The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master short poem

the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves

Broken

Broken short poem

Ahead of time, the hammer sounds for you; The shattered realm around our hearts comes into view. We are broken in two by the lies you told; The reaper has come to collect your soul. You’re feeling shattered, your body

Time/illusion

Time/illusion prose poem

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there?

A Port In The Sea

A Port In The Sea long poem

My life started like a boat in search of other lands where there would be peace, love and hope And travel I did so much in search of a place where I would not be considered a stranger anymore So

A Tiny Drop Of Tear

A Tiny Drop Of Tear long poem

A tiny drop of tear Washes away my fear Enlightens my heart with hope Encourages me towards the Lords’ rope Eyes shedding the waters Drops,tip top and the cheeks wet Somewhere,in me,the pain rattles I confuse people with this rain

My Demons

My Demons long poem

They said something was wrong with my mind Treating my “disorder” like a disease, how could they have been so blind? It was never that simple, the problem lurked deeper Never mind the blood and tears, it lay within the

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,

Awake Ii

Awake Ii long poem

Today I sit on the pinnacle of trust knowing that my poems will reach the masses I look past all the critics who claim,” Your not good enough to be a poet”. Put my thinking cap on and hold to

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

My Best Friend

My Best Friend short poem

Elegant and smart With a big kind heart Sharp as a dart With a good sense of art Great from the start Full of love in his cart With an unbeatable chart Of gifting time a lot Open as a

The Wholeness

The Wholeness short poem

Days are crisp, nights chilled. A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds, prepares for a virgin assault. I do not thaw the frozen hurts, respect the disguise of the old lover. Hearing my own voice from a distance? I

Tenants

Tenants short poem

Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome

Night Terror

Night Terror prose poem

The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.

More

More short poem

Lying under the blanket of stars, I see so much more. I see myself riding the horse past the full moon On a clear starlit night. I see the possibilities of tomorrow, Shining bright. I see myself running alive among

Tears Were Never Sweet

Tears Were Never Sweet short poem

It drips – my ocean. One drop at a time from the eyes of a grey stone. Flows the anguish in a cave. A fallen grace from sky, flickering like an earthen lamp. Do not go heart broken into crowd.

Reading Elizabeth Bishop’s Poem : Sestina

Reading Elizabeth Bishops Poem : Sestina short poem

December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,

Photography

Photography short poem

Clicks everyday, The smile that stays, The dance in the rain, The fun we gain, Clicks everyday, With laughs all day, I capture the moment, Will never come again, Clicks everyday, Keep happiness on my way, With the crazy look,

Room Of The Poet

Room Of The Poet prose poem

Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there

Enchanting Moment

Enchanting Moment short poem

A beautiful bud bloomed, When a butterfly gently touched, Slowly unfolding her petals, Singing the most melodious tune, In her rejoicing heart. As the butterfly kissed her, She danced in the gentle breeze, With a twinkle in her eyes, Feeling

Insects On The windscreen

Insects On The windscreen short poem

Wherever we leave to No matter whatever we run away from Just be certain These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind Will pull us back one day right here itself.. This baggage Yes, those you once said; of old rags Can

A Girl Without Dreams!

A Girl Without Dreams! ode

She was too smart to be herself Too feeble to live for her own She kept her dreams locked in her closet They kept sulking and dying Dejected, in their own cocoon. In every ruin, she found her castle Each

South Hawthorn

South Hawthorn short poem

Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way That’s where we would always meet at the dark End of the street in the moon’s shadow Teenagers sneakin’ some kissin’, some huggin’ And some lovin’ until the break of day and just A

Summer Is Late, My Heart

Summer Is Late, My Heart short poem

My last night with her Sunflowers stalk. Let them watch, remember, and blazon this onto their petals Time decays my memory Last summer gets harder to remember Will harvesting the sunflowers replenish me? Two summers have died. That memory I

Life Is A Dream

Life Is A Dream short poem

Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth

Sunrise

Sunrise short poem

I watch, it shines, golden in its reflections. It rises, bathing all in its splendor. I see it all clearly now. Years of accumulated knowledge. A gift beyond understanding. Days flip over, one after another. Speeding up days seem to

I would like for you to be sad

I would like for you to be sad short poem

My love, I would like for you to be sad in my absence, wandering among thorny regions, miserable, drowning in dry leaves, picking little stone to throw at noisy birds and children. My love, I would like for you to

Facing Thy Face

Facing Thy Face prose poem

Thy lovable face- The boom of life And to seek that Is the charm of life Lustrous What sparks that possesses which sets fire worries of this and that world come whence the waves of exhilaration From rosy lips which