Short Compos Poems
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Categories:
compos, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Acrostic
APATHETICALLY I APPROACH THIS TASK
ACADEMIC FERVOR RUNNING THIN
“FOR IS IT NOT TIME TO SLEEP?” I ASK-
FAVORING FINALE, I HOLD UP MY CHIN.
HONESTLY, BETTER COULD BE DONE.
HONESTY IT IS NOT THAT I AM LACKING;
COMPOSITION BECOMES LITTLE FUN,
DILIGENCE LOST, I AM SLACKING!...
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Categories:
compos, funny, satire, school,
Form:
Acrostic
Tolerance
Brutalising rights
The delinquent youth,
Turns opportune,
Moral disgrace
Knows no precincts,
Beyond all tolerance !
How much can
One allow leeway,
Racial bigotry
Blot on humanism,
Indifference or tolerance,
Never right on !
Enmity and hatred
Eat up like cancer,
Have no cure,
Yet must not endure,
Suffrage the prerogative,
Embrace compos mentis !
Written on 15/6/14
Contest- tolerance
Sponsor- Freddie vee...
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Categories:
compos, irony, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Heedless P-L-A-N-T
Plant Not your seeds in Poor
soil. Heinous and Quagmire
loves society. Yet,
you seclude yourselves from
your very own seed that
you have planted. But, Why?!
Non compos mentis
at the time?!... Were you
Callous?!... Or maybe
Myopic?!... Even
society that
claims to be so
Erudite has
no rejoinder.
Complicity
lurks within
the poor soil.
Be Chary
when you
Make your
S-E-E-D-S!
Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-15-2012...
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Categories:
compos, angst, life, people,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Matchmakers
non compos mentis
my monologue,
non-believer will say, it was
insult of salt,
under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap,
kneeling,
at war with yourself,
disinheriting the loud blood,
you want to thwart the murky ariel
to scour the black mass
at belly,
the dynasty ends in obscene hugs,
grievers want to be forgiven
for the sake of kneading truth
on merciless palms:
it kills the headache, the eyes, the vistas
of bleeding expansion
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
compos, art
Form:
I do not know?