Gloats Poems | Examples

the paper scapegoat

This issue concerns mail-in-votes
It’s rigged says Dick Tator who gloats
Fair counting is in
Only if I win
And upon me everyone dotes

collective coma

plodding sky swallows a squirrel 
clinging to a gnarly tree

blemished pens bemoan 
wily wordplay 

out of nowhere 
i am sadly too late

they have built the battlefield
in a collective coma

i build sorrow
my words disappear

one gloats madly
i go savagely into twilight

flaming snakes
bite the Hanged Man

the Wheel of Fortune
spins into the Sun

AN AVERAGE DAY DOWN AT THE FUNNY FARM

Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!

I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!

Israel Lowers the Boom on Iran

  
     No one crows, no one gloats
        no spin, no contrived quotes

     Just a sober nation taking stock
        of the world it just shocked

Oi Oi Hoi Polloi

All aboard the bizarre Farage barge.. 

Unless of course you are from abroad..
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Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..

Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist.. 

Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..  


Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..

Won't save slaves & knaves..

Hellbent they are sent..

To graves under the waves…

Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..

Seedier media leaders lying..

Defying the dying..


Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..

Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..

Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..

On dank murky murderous moats..

Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles

Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..


The ubiquity of inequity

This poem or tome..

Every face…race should be.

Free to roam..

In this place..

We all call home..

Grandstanding

with dusk approaching
the radiance of the day
melts in the rain

streetlights smear
the autumn colours
across the footpaths

doubling the display
of chromatic foliage
autumn gloats



AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Sprung is Springing

Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…

Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...

Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..

Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...

Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..

Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...

Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...

Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...

Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…

Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..

Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..

Middle class mowed manicured marvels..

Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....

Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs

Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..

The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...

A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..

An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..

Goaded, ego gloats in air

Stoked and stirred up, fire flares,
If provoked, cobra scares,
Hurt by loss of glory,
Startled, beasts show fury,
Goaded, ego gloats in thin airs.        
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Translation |11.01.2025| ego, self, fire, snake/cobra

 Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Ego identifies with (lower) self--man, bird or beast. If hurt, it reacts. When stoked fire flares. If provoked, cobra tries to scare. So does human ego. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

Jvalati chalite indhana agnih, 
vi-prakrtah pannagah phanaam kurute |
Praayah sve  mahimaanam kshobhaat
prati-padyanta jantavah || 218 ||

The Venice door

That's the Venice door showered with beauty!
Where loneliness is daily on duty,
By its side, a small pool just sailed two boats,
The occupants are most probably ghosts,
If they're humans, they must be real cuties.

First I saw of this was in Djibouti,
But that was left decrepit and sooty,
So, for elegance that beauty denotes;
That's the Venice door!

The decorations are made quite pretty,
It's like from a last century movie,
Flowers even near the pool that boat floats,
It's the clean surrounding that makes wealth gloats,
Stamps of opulence colors it pretty,
That's the Venice door!

Nadir

A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.

The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.

While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.

Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.

Symbiotic Relationship

they sandwich together in an oddly weird way
barely touching, as if a bit afraid of each other
sand has lost her solar rays from the day before
sea gloats a bit, bringing her a touch of discomfort

a symbiotic relationship, they tolerate each other
one giving way to feet and fingers in a gritty way
the other allowing humans to dive into her depths
sand and sea, partners, together, yet vastly apart

Self Actualize

Darkness falls into endless sleep
Ego spawns, grows to overleap
This dark enemy gloats with glee
A silent death I shall be free

Demons expose the tools of use
With great happiness, self abuse
As if to be an open quay
A silent death I shall be free

Angst of worried despair and grief
There is no end nor no relief
Torture oozes from this emcee
A silent death I shall be free

To kill this ego deep inside
My focused mind becomes clear-eyed
Filled with peace, joy and so much glee
A vibrant life I shall be free

Context
Be like water - still, calm or move rapidly with momentum to bring fresh life.
Even the egotistic ocean of wild seas soon settles to be greeted by the warmth of the sun.

Poetry Contest: Kyrielle poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Date:09/12/2022

1 original, poem on the theme of .............
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER

4 verses

2 couplets per verse

8 syllables per line

Dwelling Place

A heart that bleeds
at a friend's misfortune,

is a soul so pure.

a heart that  gloats
at a friend's misfortune

is a soul so odious.

both good and evil are
conceived in the chambers of the soul.

the one you feed,
makes your soul a dwelling place.

when in doubt,

feed the one that walks with 
kindness, love and peace.

She Loves Having Her Oats - Bawdy

Miss Toe Dipper must have her oats
Especially when on huge cruise boats
She has them each morning
Just as the sun’s dawning
When she’s had her fill how she gloats

When frolicking out on the ocean
They’ll rise up and down with the motion
As he reaches ‘top deck’
There’s love bites on her neck
These antics soon cause a commotion

She quickly puts on her sundress
And brushes her hair – it’s a mess
She feels all at sea
After her quickie
The captain demands her address!

For Misty thanks for the inspiration love BBXX

08/16/21

Silent Scream Nightmare

Experiencing the dreaded silent scream again.
Doing my best to holler out my anxiety.
I may have a heart attack I think.
My heart is racing like it just lost the Triple Crown.
Fear has me incapacitated.
This nightmare is perpetually long. 
I cannot handle much more of it.
I have a stern talk to my imagination upon awakening.
You are going to kill me for real!  I warn her.
She smirks, gloats, and flits away, ignoring my requests.
Reminding me of my children.

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