Short Belittles Poems
Short Belittles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Belittles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Belittles by length and keyword.
Love
Passionate, Patient
Encourages, Uplifts, Captivates
Feelings, Control, Power, Emotions
Hurts, Belittles, Consumes
Dangerous, Burning
Hate
Medasse to all who directly or indirectly taught life’s lessons without realizing it, It amazing how some people behaviors or patterns are disrespectful and how they are belittles towards one another.
Sobbing with the pouring rain
I am lost in memories of what once took place. The past haunting me from within. Sins I threw into the deepest sea. Still return, taunting me. Secrets and lies eating my very soul. Crushing my spirt and belittles my goals.
-Birat Anupam
Mr. propertied belittles pedestrians
whenever he drives his car
hurling blows of horns at ears
raining acids of lights on eyes
during busy days, fatigue evenings and sexy nights
however, Mr. propertied ,too, desires walking
so he secretly goes morning walks
where he glimpses sans his car
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outer space is vast
unfathomable abyss
better left unknown
connecting the dots
to draw the constellations
is condescending
expanding cosmos
carries us on for the ride
no time to go back
learning about space
seeing its immense vastness
belittles us apes
time and entropy
have the same trajectory
clock ticks disorder
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Always playing the fool, belittles self to buffoon.
Cap with bells belies the deep sad truth within.
Like blue-black ink squirts from octopus threatened,
joking is a smoke-screen hiding deep-seated inadequacy,
made worse by audience's insatiable need for jokes.
Like 'Cool Hand Luke', the jester, always in demand,
when really pressed, spurts out: "Stop feedin' off me".
The madness of the fog
Belittles the woman’s rose
She is standing in drizzle
Raging from sadness to insanity
It becomes known her loss
Leaving the lights in fear
Shadows play in darkness
Still the rain downpours
She stands in mockery
Wet, cold, and unbridled
Her solitary loneliness
Peaks by the fogged lamps
That radiate outside
Dotting the poor landscape
Of her dire escape
Russell Sivey
A Sonnet begets life.
Joy, her child, leaves her womb,
bliss that transcends the tomb
and dulls the Reaper's scythe!
Ah! Joy belittles strife;
delight, as from bedrooms
(without impassive gloom),
makes mother of a wife.
When bards compose, ardent
wax the virgin Sonnets
with their pens: eloquent
the more, beauty begets
desire; then makes pregnant
with Joy which ne'er forfeits.
Within the depths of silence
Amongst your thoughts are whispers
Where “what if’s” and fantasy collide
You’ll find this great deception
You’ll hide your fears with laughter
Your pain and sorrow too
No other can understand
The song the demon sings
The love of friends and family
Become its favorite food
Each moment held in question
It attacks with strength renewed
Fond memories become too few
As the demon eats away
Caressing as it belittles you
Slowly you become its prey
Shadowed by feelings of dread,
self-doubt, belittles self-worth.
Rejection and forlornness
have traumatized you since birth.
Loneliness fuels the pain
of a future fraught with fear.
And that overwhelming weight
crushes with a single tear.
Eroded by acid tears,
hope exists only in dreams.
And fantasy's illusion
cannot stifle silent screams.
Craving eternal relief,
you hope that death is the end.
Forever sounds frightening
when you've never known a friend.