Short Caste Poems
Short Caste Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Caste by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Caste by length and keyword.
one life has ended
a spirit caste to the wind
watch the dragon-fly
For Marvin Celestial's Haiku Contest.
Written August 3rd, 2014.
spirit’s star blazes
angels slough caste to chorus
tongues of shepherds freeze
pride-twisted scripture withers
born clean is the King of Souls
There was a pastor named Caste
Whose habit of swearing was vast.
Some said his firing was near
But Caste cited nothing to fear
“You see, I repent too _____ fast.”
After Epiphany, this Sunday is very last,
All the others have gone by and passed,
Effort God making;
Breath away taking;
More nets to save souls He has caste.
Jim Horn
I feel sorry for my good mate Billy,
Who chewed on the hottest of chilly.
His mouth copped the blast,
Now with body parts caste...
His wife frantically searches for Willy.
Judger's Pass
Home in streets, hopes in dumpsters, life caste.
Social storms, norms strained… judger's pass.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Crysalline
Trump Morons Did Defeat
Every time when Trump tried to meet,
With moron supporters being discrete;
Caste in stone;
Leave alone;
All of us in fall Democrats will defeat.
Jim Horn
Trump and Another Charade
Trump chose to caste another charade,
While he had stood in front of parade;
We were knowing,
Off still showing;
More trouble for many people he made.
Jim Horn
Caste Into Past Which Was Vast
Onto a path were tossed and than caste,
Into an unbearable and perturbing past,
Problems created,
We had hated,
That had been huge and so very vast.
Jim Horn
In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die,
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste;
Pawns, broken by society,
Hunched at the pyramid's base we lie;
We are the untouchables of mankind.
23/2/16
Memories Caste Into Past
So sad memories were thrown into the past;
We have forgotten and they no longer last;
Cause was lost;
Forgot the cost,
And into deep depression have been caste.
Jim Horn
Into Water Words Jesus Would Caste
Into Water His Words Jesus Would Caste;
Knowing forever they were sure to last;
Did understand,
On sea and land;
Had been brought forward from the past.
Jim Horn
exquisite effervescence surfaces dreamily
glittering pearls flickering tinges from
the sunlights caste
admiring change
through chocolate eyes
and hungry hearts
to submerge in pure water
with unbridled zest
Worst of Things
Worst of things some will start to tell;
While they are trying to caste a spell;
Once was placid;
Now is rancid;
Oh earth, America had become a hell.
Sad to say so I did anyway.
Jim Horn
So are these shades of green,
Dancing in the subtle wind;
Resting from this harsh sunlight,
Only that in which depend...
For time has caste shade,
To ease the passing day;
Awaiting the cool moonlight...
For another long night's stay.
Form:
Did Compel to Caste a Spell
Horn Haiku
never would feel swell
so did have to caste a spell
to work time will tell
Jim Horn
How about that. Just completed
over 7,900 poems shooting for
8,000. Sounds like a good,
round and even number to me.
No argument, no caste, nothing will matter
When India's erstwhile maestros sang in Hindi
Though mine is sparse, their songs made me traditional
O cultural shell! Wired so Indian, South African me
Millions in India, thanks Bollywood, will still sing along
i walked down the alley of my mind,
it was lonely.
i entered the room of my heart,
it was empty.
i peeped through my eyes,
i was blind.
what spell did time caste on us?
your absence in abundance...
‘cause i scented your aroma.
it had waned.
-gurumali
Many claims love is mad,
Alike you spice of life;
I wonder listen to glad
Spare rare its magic dive.
No age bar pride prefer,
Not even avidity for sex;
Caste, color, creed cried confer,
Consider beauty of mind relax.
Free from bondage perfect hive,
Sustain glory till universe alive.
Sweetly scented dreams
Now, caste upon breath of wind
Pleasant reminders
of the blessed life we have shared
My dear prince -- love has no bounds
Tanka
A Japanese poem of five lines, measured in units of 5-7-5-7-7 the first and third
composed of five syllables and the others seven.
Life in the Country
Life in the country can be a blast
When you live there you feel free
I remember from my past
Life in the country.
I was raised on mother’s knee
Loved enough to last
My parents were good to me
My life was spent in the lower caste
I guess it was meant to be
Yet I don’t regret my past
Life in the country.
Barbie hails from India
With dark eyes and ebony hair
Slick and straight, soft to the touch
Her golden sarong is exotic and chic
Adorned with rhinestones and pearls
There is such a glitzy-ness to this Barbie
She must be of the highest caste I think
Nothing else would make sense
I get ready to put henna on her hands
Vendetta formed in words and a hot paste
Intends to subject a foe to a baste
Teeth-tearing, throwing the pieces to waste
Read for someone to have a broken waste
Incredible lynching on the banned caste
Or verbal attacks, flying without haste
Letter of hatred giving a sour taste
Does worry only exist
in our memory
Or is foresight
required to fret
Will a bear live in fear
of the hunter
Or ignore what
might happen unmet
When alarm bells go off
in the moment
Rejecting the
future and past
Is time at its essence
but present
All reference
— a rationalist caste
(The New Room: January, 2024)
My gender’s not the fairer one,
my student status ... past,
mine is not the voice of region
nor a specific caste.
No network calls me “one of us”
nor seeks to mollify,
I'm not considered ethnic, thus
I do not qualify.
The journals, competitions and
calls for anthology
don’t explicitly ask for bland,
old, white-guy poetry.