Rupi Kaur Poems

Rupi Kaur Poems (Classic Poems by Legendry Poet)

Rupi Kaur poems are so soothing and amazing, as well as very philosophical, you should read this collection of poems with an open mind and expect a thrilling experience.

Rupi Kaur

Rupi Kaur Poems

Read Rupi Kaur poems to see another perspective of life and also understand life through a poet’s eye and compass.


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars

Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moon­less air;

Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,

And men forgot their passions in the dread

Of this their desolation; and all hearts

Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:

And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,

The habitations of all things which dwell,

Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,

And men were gather’d round their blazing homes

To look once more into each other’s face;

Happy were those who dwelt within the eye

Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:

A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;

Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour

They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks

Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.

The brows of men by the despairing light

Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits

The flashes fell upon them; some lay down

And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest

Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;

And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up

With mad disquietude on the dull sky,

The pall of a past world; and then again

With curses cast them down upon the dust,

And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d

And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,

And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes

Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d

And twined themselves among the multitude,

Hissing, but stingless–were slain for food.

And War, which for a moment was no more,

Did glut himself again:–a meal was bought

With blood, and each sate sullenly apart

Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;

All earth was but one thought–and that was death

Immediate and inglorious; and the pang

Of famine fed upon all entrails–men

Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;

The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,

Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,

And he was faithful to a Gorse, and kept

The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,

Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead

Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,

But with a piteous and perpetual moan,

And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand

Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.

The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two

Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies: they met beside

The dying embers of an altar-place

Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things

For an unholy usage; they raked up,

And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands

The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame

Which was a mockery; then they lifted up

Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–

Even of their mutual hideousness they

Unknowing who he was upon whose brow

Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,

The populous and the powerful was a lump,

Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,

A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.

The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,

And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;

Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,

And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d

They slept on the abyss without a surge

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,

The moon, their mistress, had expired before;

The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,

And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need

Of aid from them–She was the Universe.


Childish Recollections (Rupi Kaur Poems)

‘I cannot but remember such things were,

And were most dear to me.’

WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains,

Chills the warm, tide which flows along the veins

When Health,affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,

And flies with every changing gale of spring;

Not to the aching frame alone confined,

Unyielding pangs avail the drooping mind:

What grisly forms, the spectre-train of woe,

Bid shuddering Nature shrink beneath the blow

With Resignaion wage relentless strife,

While Hope retires appall’d, and clings to life!

Yet less the pang when, through the tedious hour,

Remembrance sheds around her genial power,

Calls back the vanish’d days to rapture given,

When love was bliss, and Beauty form’d our heaven;

Or, dear to youth, portrays each childish scene,

Those farry bowers, where all in turn have been.

As when through clouds that pour the sumrner storm

The orb of day unveils his distant form,

Gilds with faiht beams the crystal dews of rain,

And dimly twinkles o’er the watery plain;

Thus, while the future dark and cheerless gleams

The sun of memory, glowing through my drearns

Though sunk’ the radiance of his former blaze,

To scenes far distant points his paler rays;

Still rules my senses with unbounded sway,

The past confounding with the present day.

Oft does my heart indulge the rising thought,

Which still recurs, uniook’d for and Unsought

My soul to Fancy’s fond suggestion yields,

And roams romantic o’er her airy fields.

Scenes of my youth, developed, crowd to view,

To which I long have bade a last adieu!

Seats of delight, inspiring youthful themes;

Friends lost to me for aye, except in dreams;

Some who in marble prematurely sleep.

Whose forms I now remember but to weep;

Some who yet urge the same scholastic course

Of early science, future fame the source;

Who, still contending in the studious race,

In quick rotation fill the senior place.


Dazzle (Rupi Kaur Poems)

These with a thousand visions now unite,

To dazzle, though they please, my aching sight

Ida blest spot, where science holds her reign,

How joyous once I join’d thv youthful train!

Bright in idea gleams thy lofty spire,

Again I mingle with thy playful quire;

Our tricks of mischief, every childish game,

Unchanged by time or distance, seem the same.

Through winding paths along the glade, I trace

The social smile of every welcome face;

My wonted haunts, my scenes of joy and woe,

Each early boyish friend, or youthful foe,

Our feuds dissolved, but not my friendship past,-

I bless the former and forgive the last.

Hours of my youth! when, nurtured in my breast,

To love a stranger, friendship made me blest

Friendship, the dear peculiar bond of youth

When every artless bosom throbs with truth

Untaught my worldly wisdom how to feign,

And check each impulse with prudential rein;

When all we feel, our honest souls disclose

In love to friends, in open hate to toes;

No varnish’d tales the lips of youth repeat,

No dear-bought knowledge purchased by deceit,

Hypocrisy, the gift of lengthen’d years,

Matured by age, the garb of prudence wears.

When now the boy is ripen’d into man,

His careful sire chalks forth some wary plan;

Instructs his son from candour’s path to shrink,

Smoothly to speak, and cauautiously to think;

Still to assent, and never to deny –

A patron’s praise can well reward the lie:

And who, when Fortune’s warning voice is heard,

Would lose his opening prospects for a word,

Although against that word his heart rebel,

And truth indignant all his bosom swell.

Away with themes like this! not mine the task

From flattering friends to tear the hateful mask;

Let keener bards delight in satire’s sting;

My fancy soars not on Detraction’s wing:

Once, and but once, she aim’d a deadly blow,

To hurl defiance on a secret foe;

But when that foe, from feeling or from shame,

The cause unknown, yet still to me the same,

Warn’d by some friendly hint, perchance, retired,

With this submission all her rage expired.

From dreaded pangs that feeble foe to save,

She hush’d her young resentment, and forgave;

Or, my muse a pedant’s portrait drew,

POMPOSUS’ virtues are but known to few:

I never fear’d the young usurper’s nod,

And he who wields must sometimes feel the rod.


The Man’s Recollections

If since on Granta’s failings, known to all

Who share the converse of a college hall,

She sometimes trifled in a lighter strain,

‘Tis past, and thus she will not sin again;

Soon must her early song for ever cease,

And all may rsii when I shall rest in peace.

Here first remember’d be the joyous band,

Who hail’d me chief, obedient to command;

Who join’d with rne in every boyish sport –

Their first adviser, and their last resort;

Nor shrunk beneath the upstart pedant’s frown,

Or all the sable glories of his gown;

Who, thus transplanted from his father’s school –

Unfit to govern, ignorant of rule –

Succeeded him, whom all unite to praise,

The dear preceptor of my early days!

PROBUS, the pride of science,and the boast,

To IDA now, alas! for ever lost,

With him, for years, we search’d the classic page,

And fear’d the master, though we loved the sage:

Retired at last’ his small yet peacefull seat

From learning’s labour is the blest retreat,

POMPOSUS fills his magisterial chair;

POMPOSUS governs,- but, my muse, forbear:

Contempt, in silence, be the pedant’s lot;

His name and precepts be alike forgot;

No more his mention shall my verse degrade

To him my tribute is already paid.

High through those elms, with hoary branches crown’d,

Fair Ida’s bower adorns the landscape round;

There Science, from her favour’d seat, surveys

The vale where rural Nature claims her praise;

To her awhile resigns her youthful train,

Who move in joy, and dance along the plain.

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