Short Commiserate Poems
Short Commiserate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Commiserate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Commiserate by length and keyword.
I strolled my garden on a day so fair,
and lo, a sad spider was sitting there.
I found that I could commiserate
with the little guy whose legs were eight.
Imagine, my friend, how it feels
to have so many Achilles heels.
Categories:
commiserate, humor, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
I lie crumpled at the foot of my own bed --
there are moments when I am empty,
rushing water pouring over smooth, flat stones.
I stare vacantly at the slow torrent of sky
and at the unchanging rooms of my life.
I commiserate with the moaning of the wind
and the battering of the tall grass of the plains.
Categories:
commiserate, life
Form:
Free verse
It's getting awfully late
I have a lot on my plate
I'm in a blase state
I long for a clean slate
I've done things I hate
Were my choices fate?
It was a horrible date.
I took the cunning bait
I walked in evils gate
I did it, and I can't debate
Nor even commiserate
Darkness said checkmate
Alexis Y.
05/21/2021
Categories:
commiserate, fate,
Form:
Monorhyme
I'm on the brink
not much more
canI take this
No longer am I able
to commiserate about mylife
I must do something
before an unfortunate circumstance
A cumbersome feeling ascends
I must be quick
before my time depletes
To my knees I drop
begin to pray from my core
problems begin to diminish
Light descends around me
I feel a celestial presence
and now know I am SAVED
Categories:
commiserate, devotion, religion, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
“If you do not forgive
you bind them to your self.”
Words spoken
by the unknowing
to those who know
the death of self.
Demon’s be damned!!!
Come
commiserate with me.
Join me
around the fire
of scorched souls.
Carry this stain,
this fearful thing,
this death
of all that was
or might have been.
Resurrect your self
remake your broken soul
escape their rotted grave.
©5/29/2018
Categories:
commiserate, dark, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
in my current manic state
I do not hesitate
to throw away my fate
walking off is my date
not a potential mate
identify source of hate
to silliness I equate
that guy was second rate
pretty sure you can commiserate
for your last blind date
was not totally great
book writers collaborate
publisher may have to wait
send a teaser as bait
this guy was named Nate
Not my ideal blind date
Categories:
commiserate, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Monorhyme
When Christ was born
when souls were saved
is it that date
I meditate!
A trampoline of hesitate
all up and down
acoustics rate
consumerism runs irate!
The children whisper
"don't be late"
It's still the please zone
in rebate!
As rhyme to rhyme
configurate
the need for joy within
ones state!
So sorry, I commiserate
go out and just
do celebrate
we're fools for action's remonstrate!
and still commune . . . . and complicate!
Categories:
commiserate, character, christian, christmas,
Form:
Monorhyme
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
“I do know how to pay attention,
how to stroll through the fields…
Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
---The Summer Day
I wish to breathe grace above shame
deliver hunger to my hope
pray my pure essence does the same
sprinkle mercy to humankind
commiserate within beauty
live with sheer peace of sound and mind
Date Written: July 3, 2016
Categories:
commiserate, beauty, hope, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
With the enemy commiserate,
a concoction of potent evening potential
about to be imbibed by surly girls,
and douchey guys, with too nice vibes
Aloof not complacent,
Wasted. But don't point it out.
Less you choose the way of petty
Jettisons into sloppy confrontations
Liquid courage consequences,
Fuel for your pained aggression.
Nights you don't remember,
So you never learned your lesson.
Drink with family friends or alone,
The sponsored beverage of broken homes.
Categories:
commiserate, addiction, happy, hurt, poetry, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Sadly, she felt happy all of the time,
not a pinch of depression or anxiety
or any doubt, nor questioning
ever entered her life.
Of course this pissed off the rest of us.
She was impossible to put up with for long.
It wasn't natural, it was galling,
intolerable.
Kind?
She was very kind, helpful and ever attentive,
always considerate; it drove us crazy.
The best we could do is avoid her,
keep her at arm's length,
pray for her simple soul, commiserate,
try to understand.
Categories:
commiserate, poetry,
Form:
Free verse