Whim Poems

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

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

Through the isolation And strife I thought I had found One good thing in life To need someone Is new for me But I cannot break This craving for thee A longing Which will not leave An escape from this

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The Futility Of War

The Futility Of War short poem

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

I Want To Show Up My Face To The Rain!

I Want To Show Up My Face To The Rain! short poem

Life has moved ahead, From just sitting by the window pane, I want to show up my face to the rain !! I want to feel the breeze on my wet cheeks, I want to shiver with pleasure … the

Kafiristan

Kafiristan short poem

The HinduKush mountains of the moon and the valleys where we lived, with the fairies and the spirits of the wood.. We bred the shen – the bravest of the horse tribe – and grew the scented root – the

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

She wept incessantly, Strived hard to bury her memories In the deepest black-holes of her mind Where no luminance penetrates. She idled the hours in melancholy, “An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says. No optimistic whim enters her darkest Black-

Smile

Smile long poem

I remember a time when life was alive with wondrous mysteries of carefree design; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played

The Devil’s Whore

The Devils Whore short poem

Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores. Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within. The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull faded

Basic Html

Basic Html short poem

He is off the mood He is to me rude What I have done Perhaps no fun Looking askance And looks tense worked I on his computer Knew well his nature For one option there He is allergic ever And

A Child’s Eye

A Childs Eye long poem

Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of

Pale Bastard

Pale Bastard long poem

Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have

The Eclipse

The Eclipse short poem

A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I

Journey

Journey short poem

The whim the fancy of the life you lead, you know how granted you haven taken this to be! when love comes in the way of most, why not take it along your roads. we wait and wait for the

Finally Alone

Finally Alone short poem

Self-love is the path to enlightenment, they say. A needle in the arm, a line snorted will never compare with a kiss on the cheek. A shot down the gullet or vapors inhaled will pale to a long lingering hug.

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

On Love And Life In Redoubt

On Love And Life In Redoubt elegy

This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

God We Blame You

God We Blame You prose poem

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we

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Faith’s Resolve

Faiths Resolve long poem

we are the innocent we are the saved destined for greatness beyond the grave never seek self to please nor that in fantasy grasping for all honesty we fall short yet we press on through the rocky terrain of faith

Prayer

Prayer short poem

I may be infant, baby, teenager, grown up, adult Do not give me any name I want to be nameless. Do not make me a loving pet to get your work done. I am not aware when you throw a

In Life’s Battlefield

In Lifes Battlefield short poem

The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

In love with self

In love with self short poem

A lonely piece of night on my palm Restlessness maturing to blissful calm Shapes of life moulding in me Fencing the fields of destiny Solitary thoughts rooted in self Refusing support, rejecting help Unwinding the core, reaching within To bones,

Come Monday

Come Monday short poem

Well just you wait Come Monday I’m gonna leave a trail of fire up one side and down the other, you won’t even know what hit you but that’s the power and the fury of the Tiger and as we

Ghost Of Light House

Ghost Of Light House short poem

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

Private Vs Private-self

Private Vs Private self short poem

I greet, I don’t wish you well. I smile, I don’t laugh I eat, I don’t indulge I pray, I am no devotee I sing, I have no harmony within I drink, I do in abundance I speak, with words

Mr. Bills

Mr. Bills prose poem

Last week, on the only day it rained, he hit me. Hit me so hard as I fell to the ground I asked myself will this be his last time? I saw colors, all dark shades and hues. Dark blues,

You And I

You And I short poem

In your arms I found solace In my arms you’ll see thorns In your eyes I found truth In my eyes you’ll see regret In your smile I found joy In my smile you’ll see lies In your kisses I

Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

Flames

Flames short poem

Amidst beauty and love there is fire Now welfare of those around I desire It brightens and sets ablaze miseries It’s not cruel, it possesses mercies Like its flames is beloved stalks Resembles cedar while she walks Chilled is weather

Come Monday

Come Monday long poem

Well just you wait Come Monday I’m gonna leave a trail of fire up one side and down the other, you won’t even know what hit you but that’s the power and the fury of the Tiger and as we

Father

Father short poem

His last breath….. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white linen sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain… but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons… at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go

A Flower’s Vision

A Flowers Vision short poem

Will I adorn His Divine feet in a temple or a church…. Will I be the wreath on a mortal remains… Will I be ….. blessed as a wedding garland.. ……….or will I grace the tresses of a beauty queen…

Money

Money prose poem

Money is like honey Money makes one happy Money makes the face smiley Money creates audacity Money makes one wealthy Money gets Joy Money can make one merry Money is required to marry Money can take one to land of

Flower Of May

Flower Of May ballad

Orange flower of may Bright burning fire display Big bunches in bouquets form Decorating the Earth they fall upon Rain and sunshine The season brings Pretty green beans Like rattles dangling Standing beauty beside the sidewalk Like fire engines its

The Girl At The River

The Girl At The River short poem

The girl at the river with folding mountains and shaggy trees Watched two white swans swaying with the moody breeze She watched as they danced and ruffled their feathers In a way they were separate but always together She sat

The Guests Are Here

The Guests Are Here short poem

World Wars, that should never happen… a poem on holocaust. Oh, we know, we shall see it to some day… The nights filling in, with such dread Oh no, they just cannot get us, never… We are safe in our

The Best Christmas

The Best Christmas short poem

I had so much fun to be with you! You were wearing shirts in all color blue. We threw crumpled paper like we’re six graders, We ran and shouted like those elephant wailers. Remembering 18th when we played those wooden

Les Enfants Adorent

Les Enfants Adorent short poem

Strolling around in an apathetic fashion nothing could hex me in that party I mulled over the opulence of the luxe lulus Out of the blue , I witness a scene so unprecedented a lad of 7 or 8 ,

Need Not Suffer

Need Not Suffer short poem

The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle