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

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.
Form: Quatrain


A Heavy Heart

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
Form: Rhyme

Desiring's 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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Last of the Brood

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
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Brood, the Mood

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mood and Brood

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
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Form: Triolet

Brood

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.
Form: Rhyme

Brood

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.

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