Visitor Poems

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

The Visitor

The Visitor short poem

The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.

A Visitor In My Life

A Visitor In My Life ode

My heart was like a crispy toast A nudge here and a knock there And crumbles would scatter on the dusty floor. I had become weak and touchy Waiting for a balmy soul to heal my wounds. Time passed and

Visitor From Before The Dawn Of Language

Visitor From Before The Dawn Of Language long poem

the smile returned first that shy hopeful grimace couched in lips lately pinked as if from stolen candy there was rain that night fine and soaking and the leaves were glad of it all that street dust sliding into the

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Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dew, That drips from the cold

Welcome To Pakistan

Welcome To Pakistan short poem

Serene azure skies, dewy grasses and towering trees Divine, soothing and gentle is the forenoon’s breeze So fragrant is our soil, and couth is every rain Sightseers here buoyant on their visit remain The sun when yellows the unlit shadowy

The Imp And The Fairy Princess

The Imp And The Fairy Princess long poem

There once was an imp whose appearance was vain, his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed! From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind had once been blessed, indentured to serve the superlative

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

Adrift

Adrift short poem

I stare into the night, the darkness and my thoughts become dark then I knelt down to ask for forgiveness. I stare into the water and my eyes become watery as I see the water flowing on forever miles and

The Radiant Alien

The Radiant Alien long poem

I was a high-ranking official In the United States Army; Any further details Would surely come back to harm me. I must remain anonymous Or else face the consequence; But you would not believe What — who — has come

Why

Why short poem

For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own

I Will Survive

I Will Survive short poem

Something is lost…I am thoroughly aware The moments of joy disappeared; Something in your eyes tell me What a fool I’ve been…if only I hadn’t believed you… But things have gone too far from trust I never thought it was

After The Storm

After The Storm short poem

Unfettered for a little while, I was catching the sleep visitor. It hurts when the dream ends and a poem starts. An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of

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Midnight Demon’s Ditty

Midnight Demons Ditty long poem

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

Walking Stick

Walking Stick long poem

What foolishness you dear men, think of me, am a stick Mere pole, with no life nor living strength, but thy force; That you felt inactive, is my strength, me a poor branch of a tree, Cut apart and fell

My Beloved

My Beloved short poem

Someday she will come for me with eyes filled with colors of ocean and hair wet in rain… Her basket full of roses – their petals may fall by the evening but their beauty forever remain Someday she will come

Soapy feeling

Soapy feeling short poem

Each touch of yours absolves me all, but takes away a part of yours. One day, be known for sure, you’ll disappear into thin air serving selflessly to me and my full body bare. This love is continual for you

A Jail Called Zoo

A Jail Called Zoo ballad

THE ZOO is not the best place to visit with friends To see poor animals kept in captivity for no offence You walk around happily clapping and pointing While the animals are standing and staring You are wondering are they

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Imagine!

Imagine! short poem

Many of us are laid to rest Before we learn the true intentions of our life Before we lose our innocence and search for it all over again If there’s a way to find the answers to our existence To

My Love

My Love short poem

Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only

A Bad Trip

A Bad Trip long poem

Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn

Pondering With Moon

Pondering With Moon short poem

Yes…I know …I know my steps are to end. Darkness awaits ’round yonder bend. Wrinkled and worn have I become, scarred and tempered beneath loyal sun. Neither gospel nor gun, a lantern to be, for the cosmic thicket now welcoming

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take . It

Framed

Framed short poem

I stand by the mirror, And lo, I stand framed, till my breath Moistens the glass And I live again To face up the inadequacies That fall in line for me To adorn one after the other Over a sheepish

Education Incarceration

Education Incarceration short poem

Trapped inside complete incarceration A false image of self-representation I am an observer but I am part of the problem No one is real it’s all an illusion Altered personalities to avoid exclusion I try to be true but truth

A Cold Malady

A Cold Malady short poem

Sometimes I sweat, thinking of my fortune My melancholy is subversive and my melody boring With a firm hope, I wait for the time opportune, With the help of poetry and love, I’ll do my soul’s cleaning. The river is

Eunuch

Eunuch short poem

I also was making Nazca lines on water But Derrida’s all inferences seem true So To assume the other and assumes not it is real until replacing a person’s head to the other and other’s to the former. Narcissus falls

The Waiting

The Waiting short poem

The railway track was alone today, No whistling train, no passenger on their way, I sat there watching for long, no baggage, no gong, The light post flickered more than every day, I held his post card from the distant

January Blues

January Blues short poem

Christmas is over and done. The past belongs to the dead. A bright new age has begun. Fresh plans evolve in my head. Do what the hell I may choose – Then… damn! January blues. The wind blows chill off

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

Silver Trails

Silver Trails short poem

By the moon I drink you again. The night is trembling; ruffles the colossal tears. The terrible ache of the illegitimate mercy. I am not accepting any poem half-dead under my pen. The invisible force, bribing the tears was a

Molten Grief

Molten Grief short poem

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

Love’s Tones

Loves Tones short poem

Love brings a sparkle of lust Or a tenderness of pure heart Tones of affection leaving you breathless for more…. Its voice caressing your soul We long to be loved and equally reciprocate. How can love break your heart It’s

Dream On

Dream On short poem

It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,

A Kiss To Satan

A Kiss To Satan short poem

Drugs and alcohol are vices they’re bad And knowing an addicted user is sad He’ll be with you in case he needs These items of Satan his stupid weeds We never knew how it started but we know how it’ll

A Stray Notion

A Stray Notion short poem

Apathetic forever responses just try being bit concerned Readjust to a sense of giving for volumes to be returned Get rid of limiting blinkers to view all what surrounds Delights ripened for picking where bliss always abounds In vain quest

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You!

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You! long poem

Well you better treat me good or I will throw out an ancient Voodoo spell on you dead men tell no tells especially when at the bottom of a black water bayou so you better treat me good, I’m a

Though We’re Dust

Though Were Dust short poem

I walked along a sunbeam for a moment yesterday And things that were hurting ceased their hurting for a time My cheeks felt the windblast of a future yet unlived And my grey muddy puddles turned to pools of light

Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,