Short Behavioural Poems

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

There is a fundamental 
UNITY
of everything
that "is"

LOVE
is a manifestation
at the 
emotional/behavioural  
level
of this unity

© John Beharry  

Diode or anode
Are they enough to remove negative thinking?

Transistor or adviser
Which is best to help one off sinking?

Banister to guide
Yet the hyperactive will still jump it over

Canister to hide
Though expiratory date will not hangover

Resistor or an adjuster
The behavioural disorder are hardly bewitched in rehabilitation

Capacitor or curator 
The world remains to all a pleasant habitation

© Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa   

A Dog's Life

   Living in the present
is the only life to live
because uncrossable boundaries
exist between knowing what’s happening
and what is going to happen,
and an obsession with the future
can influence one’s perspective of reality
and change one’s behavioural patterns
so as to indulge in wishful thinking
while striving for impossible results.
   Life is a roller-coaster ride
of uphill fights and downhill slides.
                     ***

© Dennis Spilchuk  

I -
To discipline or not to discipline children, charges::

ThanX Dr. Einstein, a parent who takes SORRY & no results for years, is mad. (translation: mere lip apology from teenagers under your roof, with no behavioural improvement, is a mad cycle).
II
When lies flow as breathing does, no one on earth can heal the sickness.

III
Why can't we see: inveterate liars cannot LOVE. Really.

IV
To be open, truthful, is a vital step to God.

V
Little lies add up to big sins.

© Anil Deo  

Gender determined behavioural change
Looking at wayside beggars with disdain
Religious bias, our prejudice strange

Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain
The way we dress and speak, ego complex
Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained

Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex
In truth we yearn for childlike innocence 
This life game of pretence, leaves us perplexed

Let us rise hermit, from our fallen stance
Death will come one day, meanwhile let us dance

19-June-2021

© Unseeking Seeker