Short Angering Poems
Short Angering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Angering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Angering by length and keyword.
Gone without notice.
Shocking everyone
But me.
Gone without preparation.
Angering the family.
But not me.
Gone before they said “I love you.”
Sorrow surrounds the others.
But not me.
Gone without notice.
Shocking everyone.
But me.
Gone without preparation.
Angering the family.
Except me.
Gone before they could say "I love you."
Sorrow overtakes them.
But not me.
~The wave breaks
gently, caressing
over and over
it strokes
the rocky shore.
The shore
trembles
wet
ready
but mute.
The storm
glowers
angering the sea:
back-talk
leads to back
hands,
and the shore
maudlin
retreats.~
I raise my voice in an ugly way
angering my family
the dog still loves me
I rant and storm about
kicking and throwing things
the dog licks my hand
I shriek, wail and whine
my family disappears
my dog puts his head in my lap, loving me no matter what
Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…
I fear rearing stalemate
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind relegate…
To Angering Pollution
Bribery not solution
Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in lovers arms,
torment and misery moved together gracefully in unison.
Deceit caressed passion,
while vile dreams are crushed under the enchanting waltz.
Pageantry choreographed with devil's imagination.
~The wave breaks
gently, caressing
over and over
it strokes
the rocky shore.
The shore
trembles
wet
ready
silvery
but mute.
The storm
glowers
angering the sea:
back-talk
leads to back
hands,
and the shore
maudlin
retreats.~
Large ~
boulders
break with the tides
of time, to slivered
shards all glistening wet.
golden in a new dawn
once whole now
broken by the tide
still there's
beauty,
yet.~
*see about the poem
One obvious thing about The West
Is her inclination to Guest,
Rightly remembering to one test,
Because she needs to have The Best:
Originally her Plain Quest;
The Guest quite blending with The Rest
And ready to one set on Crest;
Later turn his Angering pest
Or by Guest thought ‘Beak’ that won’t nest…
The nicest thing about The West
Is her access to Heart and Chest,
Helping him terribly depressed
But sure makes the point addressed,
When A Guest is overly dressed!