World Poems | Examples of World Poetry

- always broke - always do something wrong - always say the wrong things - always treat people bad - always sick and tired of everything - always mean - always irritable - always suck - always tired - always sick of everything - always try - always whatever - always ruin things - always make people feel bad - always forever - always sick - always don’t care -...

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L-ife's E-xperiences N-otably I-nstruct E-veryone B-y O-ffering D-ogma O-r T-eachings A-cquired ©bfa051525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lenie A. Bodota)...

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Flying over the front lines with the French Escadrille Lafayette a brown and barren belt below a strip of murdered nature and yet during the warm months of spring and summer seeds in the shattered ground would grow delicate vibrant crimson flowers in row after row after row and in those poppy fields that's how we remember them all the fallen soldiers those unforgotten gallant men tho'...

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For Ink Empress's Etheree of your Heart Poetry Contest 4 June 2025 Light grows slow in hues bloom, eastward, sky springs a soft, gentle yawn, colors bleed, gold and rose, the world stretches, taking breath shadows flee, night's dark embrace fades, hope returns on the morn's first warm rays, a brand new day, a promise whispered deep~ that promise brightly brings a quiet hush, peace descends, a tranquil,...

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In the gathering gloom of a winter's afternoon as the light leaches from the room I'm more inclined as comforts tug to recline beside the hearth here on the rug with a good book than step outdoors as take a look outside the window if you care it's more than slightly chilly out there with snowflakes blowing in the air better on the floor I think with a hot drink near the fire 'til my...

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My world’s eyes are crying Wet tears roll down its face. It cries for what it sees each day And for the human race. My world’s voice is calling Shouts loudly everyday. It calls our STOP and listen please To what I have to say. My world’s heart is breaking Its love has turned to hate. So, breaks and shatters everywhere Just what now is its...

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What a world! Hustler, are you pleased? I wonder. In your heart, Harlot, are you satisfied? Hermit starves in fear....

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In a world where the symbolic parent has faded like a forgotten dream at dawn, children wander among the shadows of a destroyed literate society, we all stand on the ruins of education, family, and protection buried in time, technology has torn apart the fabric of relationships woven through the ages, the separation from the land has deeply wounded...

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What The World Needs Is Jesus What the world needs is Jesus, In trying times like these, He's the answer to our problems, For in Him there's peace. There's also joy and righteousness, That is in the Holy Ghost, It says so in the Bible, In book, chapter, and verse. We need to have the Bible, Read and taught in our hearing, And after which obey...

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Ocean speaks to me of the words I'm afraid to confront And then consoles me with her wit Like no soul I see in front. Calm on the outside Carries a storm inside Along with it lies, A ravishing world of strange lives. Never did they see the sun As she held em captive So no human could gauge her depth Or dare to destroy...

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In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world, I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt, When love was just a word hidden in the corners of the heart, A secret slipping stealthily, whispering stories untouched by time. I remember learning words, words that danced in...

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"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire," opening to a dazzling glow of molten fire, as rays reflect to cover rippling waves below, and like a fairyland, the colors blend their flow. Dear Nature is the painter of the finest art that marks its motion as it spreads and morphs apart just like a lovely watercolor's subtle smear captures a...

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They came with dust on their boots and a morning star, Shadows of boyhood still clinging to their shoulders— They were sons of the land, faces bright with the dew, Carrying small, cherished photographs in their breast pockets. They rose with the sun’s trumpet call at dawn, A summons to arms, to fear, to death— Yet they did not tremble, They carried...

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I am not a woman, I am the world I am the pride of India No one can bow me down I am that huge sky, Whoever looks at my honour I am a monster for him, I am the nymph of the universe I am the identity of creation. Even the burning embers cannot burn me, If you understand then it is very...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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