Short Beaten Up Poems

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Trump and His Scape Goats

Trump and His Scape Goats

Trump was watching his goats escape;
Were beaten up and pretty bad shape;
Hair drying,
After dying;
In White House caught wearing a cap.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick


Orangutan If That Is How You Spell It

Acting like the man around an orangutan 
beaten up so badly they wheel you in a pram 
remember yesterday both your broken legs could stand 
Acting like the man whose day hasn’t gone to plan!
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Drunks

Drunks

Stay in Funks

No longer look like Hunks

Use Sidewalks for Bunks

Get beaten up by Punks 

And though they have Lost it All

They'll be in the Bodega Tomorrow

Looking for some Alcohol
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Friendly Advice Not To Be Striked By Life

Don't be ignorant, arrogant.
           aggressive...
           Because you can spend your life 
           getting beaten up
           due to your procedures...
           Not from me, but from life itself...!
Form: Epigram

Straight Ahead

Seeing red Rusted mind Paralyzed frame Beaten up Bumped around Path lit Rim of hope Hot breeze Aqua dreams Open Stretch Ride taken. Charles Hamouth 09/16/16
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Premium Member Fred is always Ready for Fisticuffs

Fred is always ready for fisticuffs
Any excuse to get even for sighs and huffs
Has bruised many knuckles to prove this to you
Daily has at least one fight, and sometimes two.

Jailed in ’92 when his best friend was dead.
We were not sure it was even good ole Fred
Could not prove it was him, I guess.
Used to get beaten up regularly by his sister Tess.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ragged Sinner Forgiven-

Worn strung out shoelaces; 
Hostile human remains;
With ceramic faces; 
I'm withdrawing; 
Beaten up by the law;
Where is your God;
Help us all;
Replace my shoes; 
With the wing around my neck;
Gives me purpose;
He's tested the sweat of my feet;
He says I'm a sinner forgiven;
Mercy's Grace has risen;



8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Premium Member Waves

I am 57 years into riding the waves of life
some waves are welcome and wonderful,
some are life shattering and heart breaking
I am coming off a wave of the latter, 
and trying to shore up for a big wave of change

While change can be good, and even powerful,
when you are beaten up by big waves and pounded
by the surf, the large wave coming at you can feel
daunting and unsurvivable, but my stubborness
and optimism have kicked in, and I say “Bring it on!”

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