Short Barons Poems
Short Barons Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Barons by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Barons by length and keyword.
Political Starch
freeloading riders
robber barons at the till
grand omnibus bill...
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Categories:
barons, political
Form:
Haiku
Middle Earth
Rainbow robber barons
loose cannon lephricaners
rollin'n' tumblin' dice...
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Categories:
barons, analogy, extended metaphor, metaphor, myth, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
Furry Maniacs
furry maniacs
acrobat squirrels
apple tree robber barons ~
furry maniacs
2-1-22
Contest: Squirrel Haiku
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori...
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Categories:
barons, animal,
Form:
Haiku
Sated, Never
The bite of a Howler
No will No cure
With canine teeth Deep
Into sanguine rivers Now ever pure
The dogs of war loosed
Incensed by that smell
An upwell as fleeting
The barons of such hell...
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Categories:
barons, introspection, people, recovery from...
Form:
I do not know?
Red Baron
Pink and yellow flowers;
Distinguished
And boastful
In their exuberating
Colours,
Braced themselves
On tender stalks
Of watery greens,
While Butterflies
Dressed as Red Barons,
Hovered and hummed
And flapped
Their Scarlet wings
Feverishly....
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Categories:
barons, nature,
Form:
Free verse
cattle barons rode into town
The cattle barons rode into town
They were dressed in blah, black and brown
Faces stoic and plain
Bulls of Iowa fame
They marched to the square to confront the clown
The clown was frightened of these big six
There was not a happy one in the mix
Hamburger? No way!
We are here to stay
Clown, owner of the diner, was in a fix...
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Categories:
barons, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Limerick
The Stone
See-
a stone on which we people stumble;
a rock on which we all shall fall.
though they be lifted to kings
and sit on velvet thrones
still shall the stumble and fall.
though they be Barons who laugh and sing
they to shall stumble and fall.
and we, through struggle and trouble and tears-
we too, shall someday soon,
stumble and tumble
and fall...
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Categories:
barons, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Bonecrushers
Our neighbourhoods our prisons
Outside fear, death, street barons
Streetwar innocent souls deadens
Guns, daggers, stickers in dozens
Nothing to do but the others hate
In dark corners the weak predate
Beware of tempting bait
You may end up in a strait
Join a wicked gang
Have no feelings no pang
Just follow the yang
Drugs, girls, bang bang bang...
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Categories:
barons, social
Form:
I do not know?
Debt
It was collected with deal
It backfired with glee
Refunding with pain
Casting away the gain
Sweats burrowed the furrows
To move,we borrowed the barrows
The barons gave the limit
The fire cackled in the pit
I am hot from pursue
I'm told I''ll be sued
Who will stand for me?
It is debt!
And I am incepted
And I am shamed
That's what debt does to all....
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Categories:
barons, depression, imagination, life, loss, people, sad, sorry,
Form:
Grook
Let It Burn
Now the Earth slowly dies
It burns before our eyes
The facts are unopposed
And yet our eyes are closed
The rich who try to hide
Most leaders on their side
They'll turn our world to dust
And still we choose to trust
Money is the master
Leading to disaster
Nothing worth defending
Such a sorry ending
Oil barons never learn
They say just let it burn...
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Categories:
barons, pollution,
Form:
Rhyme
Flankers
Fields of freedom fruiting our fantasy
Liberty from the Ironshore sugar crumbling days
Airport displaced and struggling for land
Nature strewn where Taino and Maroons ratified claim
Kin and flesh held one displaced place, ancestral lands
Enticing too the greedy barons claim, but they had none
Rights must be the thrust of the masses, so dream
Struggle, fight, Flankers must unite against the chains of night...
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Categories:
barons, political,
Form:
Acrostic
Black and White
The barons had the corn;-
you want to float now,
out-of-the body.
From a distance you watch-
the melodrama and the
pomposity of the marching band.
In fever, the poppies come-
out, unmasked in the
glory of the sun.
The black wood screams in-
pain. Your nakedness was
in jeopardy at trial.
The phallic hills have no-
memory of the fallen stones.
World worships only the ashes.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
barons, art,
Form:
ABC