Short Brood Poems
Short Brood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Brood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Brood by length and keyword.
I brood at the enterprise of man in the human cosmos
Cosmos drifting into anarchy
As the angel flirt over the dark
As in the beginning.
A heavy heart
Makes for a new start
Life is finite
Time to be contrite
Apologies for recommending life
Insurance brings less strife
Farewell my friends, good
Others will save and invest for your brood
Unguarded, from out that pit
For heart's place, capacious
Burn on up, Desiring's brood.
Winged vipers, rapacious.
There's luxury's diamond-backed
Skinned regeneration.
And lust, more horrid looking.
With reddish streaks thereon.
Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.
written February 26, 2022
Brood, the mood, infused by thoughts rude
And yet we trauma bond
Time’s now to change our attitude
And love’s the magic wand
Delighting in joy’s sneeze
Presence obtains release
From our thinking disease
Thoughts intrude
Brood, the mood
06-August-2022
Quietus
They claim my words are rather rude
My ink is refined human sense
My presence will bolster the brood
They claim my words are rather rude
Faults thrive in reed and grasslands dense
Through every gloomy, dampen mood
They claim my words are rather rude
My ink is refined human sense
Written: October 03, 2022
Over solemn matters men brood.
Whoever does not clearly crude;
One is anxious to win a feud:
The face of Jude facing The Rude
And I say: it’s the right mood;
The countenance of The Shrewd,
For when it is shrewd follows food.
Over the life-changing I brood
As I wish to hear The Good;
Not like leaves shake where I’ve stood
Or, soonest, start mouthing The Rude
And sorrow drowning in The Brewed.
She told them so,
And they heard it so,
Now she still tells them
But they hear some of it so,
And the rest they hear as they want to,
She has still not stopped telling them,
Now they hear a part and not hear another,
Rest they hear as they like,
She still tells them,
Now they hear her no more,
They have now more to tell her,
She has understood that they have grown,
And she is on top understood,
By almost all of her brood.