Short Assailant Poems

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


Premium Member A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

a sharp two-edge blade
cuts too quick for pound of flesh-
sly parry of wit
leaves assailant floundering
for razor sharp comeback slice
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Poetry and Forensics Run In the Family

scraping by
picking my youth
out from under my nails

the trace remains
of an assailant or two

   on the page

make sense of symmetry 
when arranged 
  
    just so





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No Freedom

no answer here
no answer there 
and everywhere

freedom of speech nowhere!

cause- assailant appears as safer 
animation beyond struggle air
and poor peoples ask deaf ear


-January 14, 2019 Chattogram
Form: Monorhyme

Mountains On the Backyard

Mountains on the Backyard


This mordant assignment
Is my nemesis with physical insult-
My venerated assailant
Famed for making life difficult!

(Great Zimbabwe University, Mashava Campus.)


JM

21st Feb’ 2014
Form: Quatrain

Victim Blaming

Oppressed and suppressed
Facing hate speech
Rude snarky remarks
Unsympathetic sympathies
Bully laughs
Bizarre comments
Negative feedback.
Note.Victim Blaming is common in Pakistan.
Stop meddling and mind your own business.


Farewell Forever

Gone into the night,
She stood to a fight,
She wrestled the assailant,
Who was prevalent
on people of her age and time,
All she gave with not much a dime,
She fell into his hand,
And went to forever land.




July 13, 2022.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hummingbird

                                       
                                       Hummingbird  hovers,

                                      sailing  nectar assailant.

                                      He floats, feather-hum.
Form: Haiku

Rock Hard

Rock Hard was a big bad bully
For a bully he was the worst
He'd punch someone out just for fun
Then one day he got punched out first

One punch and Rock was out like a light
He woke up and started to stammer
"Just who are are are you", he asked
His assailant said, "I'm Jack Hammer"
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Nothing is Not What I am Meant to be

my chest has been exploding for years,
no rhythm, the offbeat
heart thrums—
the eyes harp ocean water charged 
faux tears.
Who is this assailant wearing my
face?
she has no right to feel this way,
She is not
who
I
want
to
be.
sad little nothing, begging for love—
pleading for scraps
from siblings tongues
resign, release.
Please

Nothing is not what
I am meant to be.

Premium Member Lush Sanctuary

Beyond this door
A lush universe
A burst of awesomeness

An exotic tropical world
Where rain droplets hover
For orchid blooms high and low

A proliferation of vivid blossoms
Each unique intricate works of art
In every colour of the rainbow

Releasing tropical assailant scents
Lavish greenhouse garden
A most spiritual sanctuary

As precious as admittance to the
Creator’s private chamber
Just a taste of what heaven is like



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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