Short Atrocity Poems
Short Atrocity Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Atrocity by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Atrocity by length and keyword.
My house is a wreck.
I do not care.
The porch is an atrocity.
Also no worries.
I have a new puppy.
This is the only thing I care about today.
An atrocity loose
Across state of Ukraine
Annexation Russian
Arms raised in defiance
Against staggering odds
An iron curtain drops
Agamemnon awaits
Hangman, hangman,
That man is being hung
Stop the atrocity.
Let us hang him,
Since we are all guilty
Unless you're sinless
Accessed in a mortality?
J-eopardy
O-f
A-trocity
N-otoriously
S-trikes
A-s
N-asty
C-ontagion
H-as
E-pidemic
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Joan S. Sanchez (May 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother,
Adjectives of kinship
Are worthy of worship
Markers of purity,
Idols of sanctity,
Yet victims of atrocity!
Strange cozenage of sanctity!!
Form:
M-ysterious
E-pidemic's
R-aunch
L-ets
Y-our
E-yes
R-eceive
I-nfectious
N-astiness
A-nd
D-angerous
A-trocity
Topic: Birthday of Merly Erinada (April 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Frantic shadows tell
A story of devotional love
Tangled with bloody crusades
Fought on a battlefield of
Deeply faithful attachment
A minefield of forceful words
An atrocity of absolute affection
Form:
M-orbid
A-trocity's
R-abidity
L-ets
Y-ucky
N-astiness
P-lague
O-ur
N-ation
T-o
I-nflict
G-rief
O-r
N-uisance
Topic: Birthday of Marlyn B. Pontigon (June 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Another atrocity, just where does it end
Two hundred and ninety eight people in plummeting send
Flying to wherever, it doesn't matter where
They were all entitled, simply to get there
.
Hirosimizing,
Nagasaki impacts,
Atomic bombing pejors.
Scary scabs began,
Debris of recoil doomsday,
Fetus fleets on their way out.
Mushroom cloud embeds,
Tympanic torn by air blast,
This atrocity noted.
VISCOSITY
The water inundates my soul of viscosity
They are promoting their atrocity
Don't you feel the bad omen of pseudo-reality
Let's talk about the absurdity
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 13, 2016
A crackle, a tickle, a pickle you’re fickle.
Your theatrics are hard to please, what a tease.
Your synthetic synopsis has no story.
What makes you have all the glory?
Your velocity is quite an atrocity of word play.
Three Blind Mice (Parody)
Three blind mice, Three blind mice
Unwisely they ran after the farmer’s wife
Who decapitated their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such atrocity in your life
With three blind Mice
Bodies stripped naked
of those that were
but in death no more
so many wasted lives
and why?
may we never forget- the Jewish plight
* we remember the atrocity in war whose end we celebrate this week- and all who perished.
They speak of animosity
That always reigned through history
I feel it was an atrocity
Of that, there is no mystery
I say with little alacrity
The world must live in harmony
It’s not so much a perplexity
As it really is a need
R-abid
A-trocity's
N-asty
D-isease
O-nerously
L-ets
P-andemic
H-orribly
L-ive
I-n
N-ations
G-ruesomely
A-pplying
O-ne
L-ink
I-n
N-otorious
G-rime
A-nd
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Randolph C. Lingao-Lingao (May 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Bone to bone
connected dna
time has stolen
soft words
nothing to say
atrocity
Armenians
slaughtered
Turkish delight
terrorists in the night
millions dead
who is right
who is left
who will confess?
a sorry would maybe do
instead
Erdogan
wishes to murder you too
M-ysterious
A-trocity's
R-abid
I-nfection
A-pplies
A-ilment's
N-asty
G-rime
E-mploying
L-ink's
I-nvisible
C-oronavirus
A-s
P-andemic's
A-larning
D-isease
E-xecutes
R-isky
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Maria Angelica Padera (May 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The atrocity of greed has never reached so high;
The morality of man has never plunged so low.
For who but greed-fueled man would commit such an act,
forcing vanguards to poison what they were born to protect?
Across the sea, the souls of trees weep;
Into our lungs, the stink of death creep.
Form:
Syria, unshackled by the three crimson stars, twinkling so free
Yearning for so long, for the green field, the future to be
Ripping off the blood-stained past of every sin and atrocity
In his strength, he made the lions and they dynasty flee
And they, the Guardians of the Syrian Homeland, became free
With talk of some depravity
She had some insecurity
It was intended levity
That brought up the impurity
But due to the gravity
And a sense of new propriety
She became a true deity
When I received sobriety
The then avoided atrocity
Turned into only animosity
But, through her generosity
She finally gave me pity
Guide me or dupe me
But take me away from this solitary,
Affirm me or wipe me
But ease me from this certainty.
Hold me or waive me
But free me from intimacy,
Cease me or bud me
But don’t leave me in this atrocity.
Opt me or flout me
But give a chance for dignity,
Heed me or bury me
But let me go with my almighty.
Apparently, the thought of man
Is that he can be like God. He can?
Atrocity, I say for sure
For man has filth, cannot be pure.
The nerve of some to think as such,
To think they have a godly touch
It is that God, He does work through
All of us, including you
So, be a vessel, this for sure
Is our true meaning, nothing more
Sensing betrayal, feeling animosity
Witnessing fear amongst this atrocity
Hating the rules governing such ferocity
Whilst Emperors clothes display grandiosity
The chaos of war with feverish velocity
Portayals of hatred, of a clear monstrosity
Resources withheld , the creation of paucity
Revolutionary peace peaks curiosity
Wild genesis on the spot,
not revised, not memorised,
a stop gap in a script,
verbatim, improvised.
Yet told so much of human nature,
addiction to atrocity,
the logic of the terrorist psyche,
gain from pain and atrocity.
On a ferris wheel, each steely word
a rhetorical, keen, serrated knife,
a perfect coalition of madness and sanity
that crystallised his life.