Short Boorish Poems
Short Boorish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Boorish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Boorish by length and keyword.
Donald J. Trump
A very boorish chump.
Tony S. wrote his "Art of the Deal"...
But it's still Trump who complains about the steal.
Boorish hater of light.
Bashful, burrowing soul.
Baited with putrid smells,
Bereft of colorize.
Basking in dirt and damp.
Baying at sounds above.
Being ... once a human.
He is boorish, churlish, an overbearing lout
my old maiden aunt introduced him all about
he’s my man, she announced, with a giddy shout
they are a matched set, I have no doubt
A garrulous, loquacious, querulous person can be extremely jejune and petulant.
In other words,
They are usually wordy, talkative, cranky-whining and often dull or ill-humored people.
My neighbor owned a rooster on his lot
That woke me at four each dawn on the dot
Recently, I haven't heard
Crowing from that boorish bird
l I pray he was tossed in a boiling pot
It's my prerogative
to be pejorative.
Crass, grumpy,
and boorish to boot.
Like me, or despise me.
I don't really care.
I'll die.
None will cry.
My coffers they'll loot.
Take what they wish.
Every last dish.
Until there's nothing left,
but the bones.
In the empty expanse of my soul ~
I hear a welcome voice
In the shadows surrounding me ~
I feel a soothing hand
In the boorish bars of my mind ~
I taste a selfless love
In the murky mirror of my life ~
I see a forgiving face
Communing with God ~
I am sensorily complete.
Cunning with wily mind
crafting ways of deceit.
Crooked with twisted heart
curating ways to harm.
Crude with boorish actions
causing wild damages.
Cruelty embodied!
08/19/2016
Note : For the contest (A poem that you enjoyed) by Lewis Raynes.
*Placed Ninth*
There was no way to misinterpret
You were a boorish bully
I saw it for myself
It was deliberate and cruel
Absolutely uncalled for
You didn’t back down
You could have but refused
They turned their backs in shame
There’s just no way to make this right
You had your chance
And blew it
AP: 3rd place 2022
Soft dreamy rainfall,
prelude to crackling thunder;
Tempestuous sky;
Attracted to heat
boorish Storm bothers the Sun,
electric novice;
Going back and forth
argumentative nature,
hail will never cease;
Camouflage of drops
design an unskilled picture;
Diamonds in a pond;
The water collects flooding,
a new world waits to unfold.
I hear the dull moans of a malignant class
as classes clash and drones drone on
Electronic wizards wrack, whack, whack
merrily on their way to a zombie-like state.
Loathing lies and jumbo surprises belie
aires, stares and convenient alignments
welding together a mangled mass of fluff
certain to shift us toward a boorish fall
of great proportions
Grumbles and groans about all she sees.
Bellyaching and complaining
Fussing, kicking and squawking
Peevishly petulant
bitter mudgeon
grouchy whiner
a surly
boorish
gripe
Dear you,
yes, you!
Admittedly
you've shaken my serenity
even challenged my equanimity.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Gradually
dragged me into your life's acerbity
fooled by that fabricated story.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Inevitably
to the quick im sliced
overt rudeness I've aganized.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Ironically
felt my heart's truly grateful,
in no darn way be in that sphere so boorish full.
UNSUPPORTED CODE , UNSUPPORTED CODE , UNSUPPORTED CODE
Nobel autumn.
Rustling winds expose your frame,
To cold, damp and dreaded name.
Wind scars slash at dying summer,
Rain re-echo’s the little drummer.
Middle aged gnarled to aching spur,
Boorish zephyr chills a dreaded allure.
Stooped, naked, shamed to despair,
You gather your strength. Send a flare.
Of gold, ochre, saffron flames of red,
A last stand, against the gelid dread.
As Cu Chulainn fought to the bitter end,
You flicker gleam my autumn friend.
S.de B© 2012.
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion
A Poetess
Like an astronaut, out of her spacecraft,
Whirling in the heavens, gravity free,
She can observe the earth, planets and
glorious constellations,
Without a moment's hesitation and sans
unwanted boorish observation.
She's beyond joy to experience being a
human being first!
And totally exhausted by the gibberish of
'sexual orientation.'
A tear of joy rolls down her lovely cheek.
In God's universe,for the loving, the wise,
and the meek.
Panagiota Romios
4/9/2019