Short Derelicts Poems

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


Unwanted Ads

Ego between stints -
narcissistic derelicts
scope the classifieds.
Vanity cracks masked mirrors -
Arrogance need not apply.
© John Heck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka


A Non-Voter Asks

Educated derelicts,
Professor of fools,
Scholars of crap,
Leaders that moo;

What is then intellect,
If honor is your weight in gold?
Such mineral torch can test,
Molten like poo.

Premium Member A Fitting Prayer

Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of: 
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts 
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister, 
lost Christmas carolers...

I pray to remain somewhat fit.

Hotel Alley

Skid row bums
Dress for no occasion,
Refuse raiders
Need no reservations.

Drug-addicted tenants
Beg for coins and candy,
Deadbeat derelicts
Reside at Hotel Alley.

Gutter renters
Lounge against brick walls,
Vagrant paupers
Rise to no wake-up calls.

Psychotic transients
Cruise dim lit corners
Wayward sons
Fight without honor.
sad
Form:

Premium Member Dented Can

DENTED CAN kicking it down an old dusty road mind chasing dogs a type of relay race legs release, next guy kicks the bone no wonder of what sup was spooned nor if a homeless man kicked the can did the dent do him in were the vittles spoilt man’s worst abuse human, beast or aluminum can a drunk picks it up toothless, smiles crushing it against his skull the derelicts say “aw, you ruined it” 1/3/2018


Premium Member Orgy Island

Rich devil fashioned a money net
dangled it over a forest of chrysalis
awaiting the emergence of innocents.

Dragged a kaleidoscope of butterflies
off to a hell hole called orgy island.
To fondle their wings for a little while
then vomit them to the slag heap pile.

Rich devils -virgin powder on their fingertips.
Will beg and barter for freedom... again.
Karma chants they'll spend their slippery years.
In semen scented metal nets, with other derelicts.

Premium Member -broken- city streets

the wretched burnt-orange sun
beats down on my broken car
as she thumps mindlessly through potholes
with windows down
we gaze at clowns
and the derelicts
and the dirty tricks
as they crawl
across the pavement

the lively beauties walk
amongst jackasses and Gemini's
confused hooligans steal
from random pedestrians
to feed addictions
fulfilling a need, though
they mean you no harm, indeed
despite their transgressions

we're all devoured
by our own deceptions
© Ben Walker  Create an image from this poem.

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