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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Streak Of Silver

Streak Of Silver short poem

Another evening with hues of red merging into blue, blue morphing into grey, Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver I sit and watch this metamorphosis my eyes lusting for a streak of silver; a falling star –

Wwii

Wwii short poem

Poem about my wonderful grandfather John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While

Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one

Something Happened

Something Happened short poem

Something happened I was just looking in your eyes Then a tear-drop fell to my surprise My heart ached watching your lonely cries I knew then I could not say something that replies My angel fell out of the heavenly

Reflection

Reflection long poem

Eyes as bright as northern star Smiling, trying to hide the deepest scar A smile so pure and simple As I drew nearer, could it be possible I looked closer and found myself in horror Was that me, the girl

It Rains To Wash

It Rains To Wash short poem

It rains again Though, it rains awful, For 24 hours plus it rains, No break like an acoustic teacher! It rains again But now in a period, When people a in blank, In a situation of pity. It rains again

The Caribbean Sea

The Caribbean Sea short poem

The bright blue Caribbean sea Stretches out for all to see. A trail of Islands at its feet, Any tourist would its natives greet. So if you ever consider taking a vacation. Consider one of those beautiful places. Primarily Belize,

Respect Her

Respect Her short poem

Respect her She is a woman , Respect her is must . She isn’t less than a man. Respect her or else your heart should rust. What would they do without her who greed only for “brothers”? Bring out that

Betrayed not Broken

Betrayed not Broken short poem

Wet cheeks and bruised heart, Words that tore the being apart, Betrayal and treachery part of the game, Acts that put love to shame. Broken promise and shattered dream, Lies that stole the gleam, Shutting of ears, could not stop

An Ordinary Man

An Ordinary Man short poem

I am but an Ordinary man With wife and children in demand Up each morning at six On the road and dressed in slick And add to that a boss with that stick That makes a buck at a lick

She’s Earth You’re Rain

Shes Earth Youre Rain short poem

She turns up her visage For you to feel her again, Her burning desires, Submit pleasurably to you rain! Rain, you fill the cracks, Of her turgid concrete, Washing away the gore, Those dark corners secrete. ‘Everything comes to a

Sad Eyes

Sad Eyes short poem

His skin is the color of dark chocolate, his complexion is flawless, his eyes are caramel; they are big and beautiful, but they have a hint of sadness in it. He looks lost. His eyes seem to wonder a lot,

Sorry For Your Loss

Sorry For Your Loss long poem

I feel so badly it ended so quick before you discovered what makes me tick so here are some things you won’t know about me I love to sing albeit off-key I dance very well, I won’t step on your

Allegiance

Allegiance short poem

Severed heads lay on the fields of blood Mighty Warlords protected by the Gods came like a flood Feeding on the dead men’s souls makes them stronger but not for good Leaving fatherless children and women to cope with the

Your Kisses

Your Kisses short poem

I can’t forget to forget the world When your lips tenderly meet mine I can’t remember all my worries When those lips kiss me so fine That gentle caress of your’s Across my cheek Makes all my problems Look weak

Blessed???

Blessed??? short poem

Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Delayed Arrival

Delayed Arrival short poem

You hesitated relented finally arrived! Like the moody monsoon often delayed in the Indian sub-continent. Then  spreading delight and succour by a scented presence in a parched land and hearts craving for bountiful rains that wipe away the summer- grime

A Recipe Of Love

A Recipe Of Love ballad

Turn on the flame Start with a smile Wait a while Stir it with fun Crack a joke Tickle a hearty laugh Whisk action One hug Few whispers Some touch Strawberry kisses Sprinkle a dash of perfume Cover on a

Does A Bullet Worth To Kill You!

Does A Bullet Worth To Kill You! short poem

Take cover!! There they are! Hold your fire we are running low Bombs are wet, grenades empty I hate this way of fighting… Never let your riffle fail Keep your bullet straight your eyes firm on enemy’s chest Shout in

Electra

Electra short poem

Mother, one day I’ll tell you all. How they had kissed me, What hotel rooms I’ve been to, Which promises I kept Which ones I ran away from. Mother, one day I’ll light a cigarette Before your surprised eyes. And

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