Short Bleaker Poems

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


On Speaker

My dark fantasies are growing bleaker,
Blithely flogging this attention seeker,
Why am I so pissed?
This bore must insist,
To take all his phone calls on speaker.
© Luke Irwin  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Meeker and Meeker

Every singles seeker
    becomes weaker and weaker
  unless he believes in himself

  Meeker and meeker
    bleaker and bleaker
  'til he puts his lures back on the shelf
Form: Rhyme

With Playful Eyesight

With Playful Eyesight

With playful eyesight he became a peeker;
Through tough times which were bleaker;
When we had read,
What newspaper said,
We realized that the source was a leaker.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

A Little Odd

A tempered thought comes to mind --- A not so simple thing, when people act unkind --- As each and every day seems bleaker and mundane --- It's not that difficult to imagine why people go insane --- After all we are only human and not some kind of god --- Just a member of a species that seems a little odd.

The Puppet In Chief

Yes I can refuse
to believe the hype
when my core views
keep getting ripe
while you refuse
to halt this swipe.

I bail on this chief,
our puppet speaker,
as my belief
hails me seeker
since this relief
can’t get bleaker.

So, who owns you, sir?
Is it Goldman Sachs?
Does big oil blur
all our attacks?
I must concur
your pride is lax.

This grand distraction
won’t steal my thunder
as your faction
buckles under
civil action
while you wonder.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


00:29 - More Alive Than Today

And why are there tears for the words gone before,
When I'm not even sure if they're true anymore?
What cause should I have to look back with disdain,
To a much bleaker time, when all written was pain?
In a long-gone child-winter, a child to thaw
Laid blank in the Sun, not child anymore.
And now that your face is a stranger today,
And stranger acquaintances got in the way,
There's not any sadness, there's not even pain,
Just a wholeness... or numbness...
They both feel the same.
Form: Lyric

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