Zoom Poems

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

Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over

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Dream Of Love

Dream Of Love short poem

On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

Walking By Windows

Walking By Windows long poem

The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting

A Mouse’s Tail

A Mouses Tail long poem

But it’s not my fault Cried the mouse in dismay I though I knew where I was But appear to have lost my way Sat at the foot of my bed With his hands under his head He tried through

Chatter Boxes

Chatter Boxes short poem

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

Newspaper Boy’s Song

Newspaper Boy’s Song short poem

Sun is to rise, It is morning five, Dew drops on grass, these beautiful fresh vibes. I peddle my bike with eight bundles stacked, On my back and side by side. Woo — I turn the wheels To that other

Thigh

Thigh short poem

there is no single shade forget the actual texture the topographical contours of the bone and muscles it’s the mottling that fascinates where the painter might strain to be photographically precise or the photographer to zoom in to obscure the

Something To Ponder

Something To Ponder short poem

some are born out of pleasure some are born out of prayer some desire importance some lose importance some zoom to touch the sky some destined to bite the dust some grow up to earn name and fame some grow

So Tiered

So Tiered long poem

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

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Love Sonnet 155

Love Sonnet 155 sonnet poems

You built me up, favored by your light’s glow, To bask thereat, as world lies at my feet, I half believe my luck, the times that flow, Still sweet, even through nights of hale and sleet; Your tender touch, soft

Let Me Go Into Snow

Let Me Go Into Snow short poem

Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.

Purple Moon

Purple Moon short poem

Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

Transitional Edge

Transitional Edge short poem

Pathways have no boundaries, thinker was without a thought. Hostile mind refuses to believe truth was missing from life. From depth to depth measurement had failed. God does not know his creation now. Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs

Memories!!!

Memories!!! short poem

Down the lane there Lives a memory mine Of friends who cared Loved and bothered, Of a love so dear Whose loss I could not bear Of a granny who loved Taught and scolded Down these lanes live Memories and

Eden’s Plumage

Edens Plumage short poem

Was it her plumage, her tail or even her eggs- that got him standing in line waiting to carve? Even Eden couldn’t crumble this fast into dregs- yet there he was tearing through her with such verve! Little did she

Free

Free elegy

The rope around my throat is black That much I know I’m dead because of his heartless attacks The person everyone knows The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne His

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

Dream Cloud

Dream Cloud short poem

why dream cloud you hang so low? are all my dreams too much to hold? all my dreams they rain on me. it storms tonight so carelessly. the wind sings songs like symphoines. then thunder and lighting are drowned out.

The Cherry Stone

The Cherry Stone english poems

I held in my hand a cherry stone And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit I planted it deep within the earth And with sun and with rain it began to shoot With tender stem it stretched

Yearn

Yearn short poem

The best kind of face is a familiar face But not entirely; something that screams safe But isn’t; someone driving four wheels but maybe not all four someone with routines; No. He should call me at the Devil’s hour Whisk

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

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels long poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Beautiful Exit

Beautiful Exit short poem

The fire that they fueled for years not Only created a monster but a Nightmare so dark that even Freddy Krueger Shed tears of fear, you see the creature Was not fierce because of his proclaimed image But merely from

The Door

The Door short poem

“Open the Door”! I feel suffocated I feel hopeless My mind has become claustrophobic My eyes want light My ears want music My heart want courage My soul wants freedom! “Please”, I cried “Open the Door ” So that I

Fall Back

Fall Back short poem

We look over the hillocks for the spread of orange red color I do not know where it ends. it does not matter if I read the pulse of the rivulet or the soul of a baul song, the red

In Rain Washed Night

In Rain Washed Night short poem

In rain washed night, When every thing is out of sight Because of hazy rainy splash seething the earth with drenched lash. Water gushes from lane to lane As if his filled glass has broken on plain And trickles on

Me, Me, Me

Me, Me, Me long poem

Why can’t we think about others before thinking about ourselves, why should it always be Me, Me, Me…it’s a crying shame people are too self-absorbed these days to care about anything else, now I’m not saying it’s that way with

Purgatory

Purgatory short poem

I live in purgatory for my insignificant sins I could not have lived in this world without bondage and bindings This will last another lifetime it will seem but end within its own meanings Sometimes I think that purgatory is

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday prose poem

The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,

Carvings On Oak

Carvings On Oak long poem

Trumpets of honor, 21 Guns on her behalf She walks down the tarmac, an unbroken calf; Stars on her bosom, Wings on her shoulder Bearing a crest of memories, along with insignia of her mother She struts with inhuman pride,

For, I Will Hate You To Death

For, I Will Hate You To Death short poem

I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above

She Is Mine

She Is Mine short poem

She is the angel of my life who makes me complete. The devil in my heart, as she challenges my every beat. The way she smiles makes me full of life. And, a day without her won’t come until I

Sapphire

Sapphire short poem

That blurred evening light Coming from my windows Instilling unusual sensations, Making places for solace and sorrow. That blurred evening light, Filling my room with colours unseen. Gifting moments of bliss, Laying down unspoken pains. That glorious evening light- Occupying

The Valueless Treasure

The Valueless Treasure short poem

I am running behind the golden treasure, Not realizing what is actual pleasure. I am a person with greed in my soul, Not seeing the monster inside this gold. I am not the man who cares for the other, Not

Stone

Stone ode

Stone A gust alive; a redwood dead Sleep softwood your peaceful breath A gust dies Stone in stillness; still, revealed From emptiness a gust begins, like water, carving the stone around A grain of sand, unknown, found Reach for the

The Golden Pot Of Education

The Golden Pot Of Education short poem

The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .

Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in

Who Cares…why Ask

Who Cares...why Ask long poem

Now you ask me ‘how are you’…Don’t you know what I’ve gone through ? What my thoughts have made me do ?!! A bit late now to see me through. A sorry I’d appreciate, at least some words to comfort