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Inanity Poems - Poems about Inanity


Premium Member Season of Anomie
Here I am my compatriot Do not bore me with inanity Stay in your lane dear friend And let me stay in mine For this is the season of anomie Tempers are high and boiling over Do not try to teach me good manners Cause my patience has run out And I can no longer listen to lies Spewed from...

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Categories: inanity, allusion, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Give Me Clarity, Not Parody
Its a conundrum to me.? In Ukraine i see; farmers Complaining they can't farm' because of wars harm The E U did help, droppling tariffs no stealth.' In Holland its different..There the farmers are punished Net zero ' and soundbytes don't encourage' the rulers Are hostile.' yet eye the farmers lands in ernest.' again I hear of shortage of foodstuffs, because...

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Categories: inanity, allusion, change, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Contention Intentions
Idris Elba speaks out ' Heirachy isn't democracy Truth Is. No; yeller..?...

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Categories: inanity, addiction, baptism, confidence, courage,
Form: Senryu
Premium Member Virtual Inanity
Can’t touch the holographic Xmas tree no carols play amid the on-line crowd no greetings – lest offense be taken the “money changers” temple rules again. No Red Faced Santa rings a call to Alms just pop-up ads that beckon further debt the sleighs replaced by Mr. Bezos’s vans no milk and cookies, all that stuffs been banned. But we will host...

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Categories: inanity, change, christmas, culture,
Form: Verse
Quaint Inanity
Quaint Inanity. Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions. Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they Tune their cozenage to the rhythm Of rascality. And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking The nimbus of the elfin music. And they're swayed into cotillion...

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Categories: inanity, political, power,
Form: Free verse



Midnight Inanity
The hour is late and my mind has been spent my head is hollow, filled with spider’s fluff… No, no that’s not exactly what I meant, but I’ve used up my word ration on… stuff. I wrote all day long, I’m thinking in song and poetic forms are coming out wrong. Morpheus, I believe I need some sleep. Tell me, where do...

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Categories: inanity, confusion, funny, on writing
Form: Rhyme

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