Short Conscript Poems
Short Conscript Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Conscript by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Conscript by length and keyword.
Religion a misnomer
whose conscript is God
Devotion misguided
—preeminent fraud
(Strafford Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
I am all subject to decay
For I am but clay.
Subdued by death,
I return to the earth.
I am a conscript;
A divine script
On time's throne.
Form:
The story of a Poet,
more tragic than his words
What then in fact his deeds conscript
—his writing leaves infirm
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
A conscript in the army of married men
I thank God my wife is not a hen
She only picked me, never pecked me
Romance renewed daily, as you can see
America should conscript whores for the war
(Iraq)
The susicide bomber doesn't need to blow himself up to
~f~i~n~d~
heaven,
he just needs to be blown.
Is there truth without belief,
facts left on their own
Disconnected from themselves,
answers poorly shown
Can dogma live in vacuums,
when empty of itself
Will formulaic reasoned minds
—conscript what goes unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
I have no regard
for other poets
how could it be other
As they conscript
the words away
of which I’ve not discovered
A battle royal
zero sum
as phrases block and parry
The winner left
his voice reclaimed
— the loser most disparaged
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Christian
Crisis why cries Christ mess
Confusion the challenge
Communion the message
Cuddled in manger a
Conscript lover of peace
Come with me he shouted
Conquer hypocrisy
02nd January 2016
Pleidades for Christmas
7 times 6 syllables
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Wonderful cage,
not for birds a place...
carnal body, is not
for man, ideal...
Be restricted to the body,
but not the spirit...
The spirit is conscript
to the universe...
The bird wants to fly,
the soul wants to travel,
connect with the divine,
desires to realize the infinity,
demands the etheric yon... !
Must God stay beyond
understanding
His prophecy to conscript
and confuse
Are the Trinity and
Resurrection
Both miracles or only
a ruse
Building temples to
edification
Storing Icons that judge
and decry
Is the Bible fictitious
or sacred
Is Redemption the truth
— or a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Dark forces
conscript
the last moonbeam
As day turns
to night
in the sky
And silence
takes over
the valley
That harbor’s
a final
goodbye
Where light
used to play
in the meadow
Shadows
forbode
laying claim
To what
used to live
in your memory
That dies
in this darkened
— refrain
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Must God stay beyond our
understanding
His prophecy to conscript
and confuse
Are the Trinity and
Resurrection
Both miracles or only
a ruse
Do we build temples to
our edification
Storing Icons that judge
and decry
Is the Bible fictitious
or sacred
Is Redemption the truth
or a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Love, you are my dazzling light,
In times when life seems very bad.
Love, you are my armor shield,
When conscript caught me heaped.
Love, you are my stunning beau,
In middle of heinous view.
Love, you are my very soul,
When things got into toll.
Love, you are my forever,
In past, present and future.
Love, you are indeed my half,
That He gave me to fill my gap.
Born under a bad sign,
verses time recalled
harder luck and trouble,
moments trapped and stalled
Born under a bad sign,
rock of ages sold
answers stay unquestioned,
bells no longer toll
Born under a bad sign,
darkness settles in
rumors take the place of truth,
wages buying sin
Born under a bad sign,
desperate to belong
days belay what lies conscript,
wordless—heartless—gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2022)