Short Advisors Poems

Short Advisors Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Advisors by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Advisors by length and keyword.


In the Hands of Prometheus

where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters or
fire in the
hands of
Prometheus


Media Lies Prizes Crisis

The media told us for years Brexit was a crisis
Covid came along and mankind aint seen nothing like this 

Showing us the media are talk spit ill advisors 
dramatizing story lines to reap financial prizes
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Form: Rhyme

Seeker

One seeker looks for options Only to find too many exist Hoping to narrow the search They ask abroad Relenting advisors pelt the seekers brain Once more isolating them from their goal Independence from an unappreciative bureaucracy
Form:

The Bright Side

Looking on the bright side 
Only works when one’s inclined
To ignore emotions that may
Take up space inside one’s mind.

To focus on the positives
Sounds easy, but it’s not,
When the negatives have crowded into
Every open spot.

Advice with good intentions
Doesn’t mitigate the cause
Of what someone may be feeling,
But should give advisors pause.
Form: Rhyme

The Wrong King

A king is also a man with single mind,
People in the kingdom with many minds,
The pool of minds of people,stronger than the king's sometimes,
"Your strength to compensate my weaknesses,
Your wisdom to help to minimize my mistakes",
To the hearts of his people President Jimmy Carter once spoke,
Kings have wiser,advisors,
People are the supervisors,
If the king ignores the verses of both,
The king is walking along the disastrous path!


Premium Member Dead love

Dead love, dead my love
Dead, I can’t give life to my love
I am dead, she leaves
She leaves, leaves, and smiling
She doesn't care about my feelings and life
                                              Dried my eyes
                                              Nobody cries.

Where are so many psychologists friend
The man’s life will be dead there
I wanted her, not the other women
But there are so many lady friends
Bad advisors. Our love is passed and dead.

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