Nero Poems - Poems about Nero

Nero, The Incendiary

Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.

Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.

Motherly cling

Categories: nero, analogy, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Sijo

Colore Nero

“colore nero”



When the colour
was sucked out 
of our breath

our worlds 
waited for 
3

ecstatic 
prophecy 
Taigi

we 
turned 
our backs

waiting 
like zombies
in long lines

we returned home
closed ourselves in 
waited in our cribs

for our 
curtains to call
black ball white ball 

curtains drawn 
not a peep
awake unable to sleep

bees wax blessed
trying to remember 
childhood prayers

by then 
in those days

Categories: nero, dark, imagery, symbolism,
Form: Free verse

American Nero

American Nero,
showering utter disdain — 
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around 
your virally tainted kingdom

Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling 
acid text madly

Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul 
of a divided nation

An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos 

American Nero,
a contemptible paper

Categories: nero, allegory, character, fire, identity,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Top Dog On Olympus

Nero the god! I had a dream. 
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
 Mother was with me as usual. 
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: 
"Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said: 
"No, mama, 'WE' do not. I'm gonna turn right!"
And that's what I did. She shouted after me:

Categories: nero, dream, history, sky,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Nero Fiddles While Rome Burns

They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain

They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt

They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing

They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world

Oh only if those

Categories: nero, abuse, anger, betrayal, hope,
Form: Free verse

Robin Hood and Nero

Two people so different
can view the poor
through different lenses

and offer a solution
but not the same solution
while America decides.

One is Robin Hood
who would take from some
and give to others.

The other is Nero
who would let more crumbs
fall from his table.


Donal Mahoney

Categories: nero, poverty,
Form: Blank verse

Mr Nero

MR NERO
We know you-NERO
For you are, the people’s hero
You have stood in the right station
For the sake of your own nation
Your life’s a source of sledging boldness
What you have you offered in giving
Solid our life is-in your holiness’
Your way is a course to living

We saw arid in this country
But it now flow with milk and

Categories: nero,
Form: Epic

From Nero To Zero

When I post a poem
And people comment review
Include the word clever
My heart skips a beat
No longer I retreat
Into my shell
Aside failure dwell
For on paper
I am Nero
The gallant chivalrousness hero
Not a meaningless Zero

Categories: nero, angst,
Form: Free verse

I...Nero

for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing any one might say-
will change the fact

in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains

may death be swift,if die we must
and to your health i raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all

Categories: nero, war
Form: Dramatic Verse

I,Nero

for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing anyone might say
will change the fact

in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains

may death be swift if die we must!
and to your health I raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all

Categories: nero, war
Form: Dramatic Verse