Short Depriving Poems

Short Depriving Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Depriving by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Depriving by length and keyword.


A Sleeping Martyr

In the hotel room
You feel more at home

You sleep better without

Without anything
Without everything

Without real life

Depriving yourself 
As martyrs often do
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Form: Lyric


Hammer

If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
Form: Sijo

Premium Member What a Gyp

	O, good. Just what I’ve always wanted to elect
             a Senatorial candidate with a Nazi tattoo on his chest

         What do you mean he’s dropping out of the race
            ~ depriving me of voting for one of America’s best

Hidden

Deep within my tissue hidden from the eye
there is a secret I don't want you to know
The unknown comes at the wrong time
Depriving life's joy and comforts
The secret is always present coursing through
my veins. Promised to reveal itself at a most inopportune time.

Small Voice

Depriving myself a chance to transcend,
Mistaken identity became my dead end.
Spirals and circles rule my dizzying affliction,
Perceptibility turned science fiction.
culled by cloying seduction and radiant deception,
Cognizant while electing to alter my rality and skew a convincing perception.
Form: Rhyme


Forever Driving Me Crazy

Separated by the giant gap of the hallway
As we evade one another during school.
Though in reality, destiny keeps us aloof
Trying to shelter us from a shattered soul.

This depriving distance is just a result of
Knowing I could never have you apart of my life.
Though fate tries to keep us safe and alone, 
You are forever on my mind, driving me crazy.

Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day at dawn
will come quiet
 
 
Donal Mahoney
war

Mozambique

Mozambique 
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day at dawn
will come quiet
 
 
Donal Mahoney
war

Premium Member However Long It Takes

Quarantined, you're stuck behind panes of glass, depriving you of physical contact. Goodbyes get exchanged like a fumbled pass, sorta clumsy, putting on a brave act. Ah, maw, we’ll visit you here on the grass however long it takes, and that's a fact. (Harrisham Rhyme) 04/20/2020 Each Letter Threads The Verse Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Steeped In Tears

I see a world steeped in tears of sorrow, there is so much bigotry, greed, and hate, that I fear what fate awaits tomorrow. As politicians scam you to donate, corruption flows like an open floodgate. Depriving women of having a choice; fascists and evangelists share one voice. The uneducated support a fool, and both political parties rejoice; the poorly informed are a useful tool.
Form: Dizain

Attack

i never thought this day would come
many were there, but now only some
once a friend of many
but this day took plenty
what went through his head this day?
leaving these young children to decay
depriving these kids of a future promised
candle light vigils for all who are missed
this school will never forget this day
it will always be remembered this day
the day the boy made the decision to attack
but no one was able to strike back
Form: Rhyme

File of Hague

As a non insertive question
Citizen has single federal file for all personnel.
Objective of research is objective 

During description in file
As sealed Indictment within government as possession of journalist record is economy.

Obstruction is escalation of budget into file
Over life of citizen, depriving citizen of liberty.

I am a research journalist.

In poverty I research not creating poverty

This is to learn what you and all can't do

The Topic of Cancer

Try as it might to humiliate you and take your self respect
Running round your veins like the coward that it is
You simply turned your cheek towards it
Thus depriving it of its victory
It did its best to try and bring you down
But the more resolute you became
And when you finally tired of this, I inhaled your last breath
So that it couldn't uphold you as its trophy.
Shallow gesture really, my Love, as we both know that it claimed two lives that day.

Life

A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet

A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal 
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch

Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in

A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting

Incapacitating desire 
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways

Seducing you to stay
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Form: Elegy

The Weary Poet

Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns along verses of poetry in the wee hours of the night. A flickering fluorescent Light tremulously glows its paleness above the weary poets head, each tremor depriving him sleep. The first rays of sunlight shine through the rooms window, devouring the artificial annoyance while his tired head slowly descends onto his outstretched left forearm; the pen still resting in his hand while his dreams devise completion.
Form: Verse

Defenseless

When the hot droplets of sea hit the rough Fabric on your fitted t shirt
When the bones and nerves that write the Stories in this book grip so tight
They turn white
When
My brain finally lets the walls that
Hold in poison 
Depriving the dopamine 
The little amount that rarely shines
Give out
And release 

I feel so safe
I feel as if the atoms surrounding us
Have vanished 
I am vulnerable 
And defenseless 

But with you
I am not afraid of becoming either 
Or

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