Visionary Poems

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

The Coming

The Coming short poem

Believe when drunken butterflies fuel: a burst of iridescence over furred fields where the blue tongue of anemones leer; and fever of shadows sting. Trees adorn their pristine bloom, rapt and oozing orange sap beneath the provident music of birds,

Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

Neptune

Neptune short poem

Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon I become omniscient like the great horned owl to Samhains’ coming

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Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (centennial 2015)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (centennial 2015) long poem

Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or

Sweetness

Sweetness long poem

Through the distance, this comes from Sweetness to shower on you her heart’s soaring affection growing warmer, glowing brighter and more tender to assure you, rich or poor, you are still her life across the miles she would like to

Rapture

Rapture short poem

The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls

Loving What I Hear

Loving What I Hear short poem

It was there when I was not Born. Gently playing even when I Mourn. Slowly awakening the hearts full of Stone. And purposely breaking the ice I can’t Burn. It reflects the way I Act. It inspires the way I

Jilted

Jilted short poem

A fugitive slice of moon was preparing to leave. From nothingness, tiny thoughts flew out like moths. I was watching the fall of night. The wisdom kills nowadays. Everyday a scandal breaks out. A child cries endlessly. I might say

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Thieves In Suits

Thieves In Suits prose poem

Morning by morning, They plough the road From east to west Knowing not where they head They take not a cue From the words of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, “We move neither to the east nor west but we move forward”

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Where’s My Mother?

Wheres My Mother? long poem

Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

Metaphysical View

Metaphysical View short poem

Sitting between the knees, I am being bathed by intense anxiety and fear of harsh light. A canopy of doubts confronts the dignity versus anarchy for a watchman who will not dare open- the vault of truth. A fatal ire

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy)

When (the Ballad Of Solomon Grundy) short poem

Whatever happened to Solomon Grundy? Where is he now to be found? He’s in an old box in a old church yard Six or so feet underground. When Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday They didn’t think of it

A L I V E

A L I V E long poem

How has this affected me? How has this not affected me Am I even the same person anymore? I have been split. Split into two Before the rape After the rape Before I was me. I was alive. I was

That Song

That Song short poem

1,000 memories come rushing at me, when I hear the melody and feel the beat of the drums. When I hear the poetry, and the love within the lyrics… when the guitar is being strummed. For anyone else, it’s just

On The Rise

On The Rise short poem

You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town – The clown

Reality Is Morphing

Reality Is Morphing prose poem

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something’s of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after

Cinderella

Cinderella short poem

Sometimes we give everything and ask for nothing And people only take advantage of all our giving Yet never stop to say thank you or I love you And ask for more and more with no further or due But

In The Order Of Peace

In The Order Of Peace short poem

What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a

That One Day

That One Day short poem

One day the sun will shine for me, one day the shadows will flee, one day the birds will sing again in the tree, one day the stars will be aligned for me, one day the rivers will be sweet,

Unspoken Vow

Unspoken Vow short poem

My wish is to be near ..not easy to out from the fear i miss the most ..and i care battling with the tears still in a mode to cheer cherry blossom thoughts at times … Unfaked pores fading out

Turned Your Back

Turned Your Back short poem

You turned your back on me today didn’t even have the guts to say, Cast out like a homeless person Only teaching me one more lesson. I was slowly getting my life back Seeing me fight barriers and tears, Finding

Brain Shaking

Brain Shaking short poem

Thought shook through me thrilled with a sense of poignant pictures came thronging in panic haste tinsel glitter of empty titles thrilled by fresh and indescribable odors through a cycle of many ages endless and labyrinthine sentences thrilled to the

Of Secrets

Of Secrets short poem

Let’s make a pact today. When you walk along my side again Don’t ask me about what’s stowed away. Dismiss all doubts about what you see no more, And when I stumble upon what you’ve been covering up all along,

Emptiness

Emptiness short poem

The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound The driest and

Forever

Forever short poem

You are so special more than you Know and more than I show You`re my soulmate,you`re my lover, You`re all that I know It`s your smile and it`s your eyes; It`s your heart and it`s your cries. I`ll love you

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man short poem

I’ve always needed the city more than it needed me Wandering its prominent streets Being nothing more than an anonymous ant, Crawling past the lines of mechanized zombies With equally anonymous ants driving them More than once have I bathed

Unknown Friends

Unknown Friends short poem

Never we had a chance To see face to face Never we had a chance To sit and talk side by side We live under the same moon We share the same sunshine Still we are from different places. Though

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

The Setting Sun

The Setting Sun ode

As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road.  Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,

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

Suffering In Sunlight

Suffering In Sunlight short poem

I love the rain, The way it falls. It’s just so pleasant to listen to. The sound it makes, As if it calls. Begging me to come to you. But it’s not the rain Which makes me sad. The sunny

A Monument

A Monument short poem

Wanting to feel your breath in this room, in half-light, my hands opened the window to let him in, the green moon. For so much violence in everyday life. let’s break a poem and sqeeze its honey and carve only

Juggling

Juggling short poem

Standing in a milk line you were talking of depravity, of blood lines and the breast enhancement. A teenage fringe bomber wants to sew the civil society and explodes himself before the empty bakery. A young gal throws her son

To Be Young

To Be Young short poem

I can still remember, some of how it felt. The newness of things. Each day being a sunny day of newness. Exploration of what’s all around you. Exciting! I can still remember the thrill of it all. The thrill fades

Incompleteness

Incompleteness short poem

I am afraid of my incompleteness! The part of me, which is still human, Is afraid of the dark loneliness. Is afraid of the lofty dilemmas Of life, love and death. Relationships, lust and their worth. I am the Hamlet

Love Keeping Others

Love Keeping Others ballad

If she knew my pen moved The way her lips do Like love keeping others. How my neck leans To the pulse. Words too fast to slow My animal ready Abusing life Skin grows I hope it’s a sweet night