Short Deride Poems
Short Deride Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deride by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deride by length and keyword.
Thorn in my side
O, how you deride!
you never let
anything slide!
just want to run
and hide!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Blackness above is
soundless, its darkness echoes
alone, and afraid
would it deride my fears as
one by one they disappear.
Marrying a chemist seemed okay
He appeared normal most of the day
When their boy DeRide
Formed sesquioxide
No one was surprised in San Fran Bay
clouds
try their best
to cast him down,
to overshadow
and deride,
but as he
merely
reflects the light
he cannot be
denied.
I
am
sad
when
folks'
biases
surface
Why
must
folks
deride
peoples'
cultural
variances?
A weary world clanging dank chains to deride
sweet whispers, caresses that lovers confide,
where golden hearth glows, I yearn to reside.
Let bedlam be still. Let chaos subside.
In you, I flourish. In you, I abide.
Black winged
Against the sky you fly
Outstanding glide
Outcast not justified
Deride
Some vilified
Your song no melody
One cawing truth be known
Alone
To wander through
Detached but true to you
Magnificent contrasting darkness
We've had fun in areas being out of our league.
As you rise to scale, you will get an intrigue.
And discover if we're the epitome of flounders.
We've learned that deride is akin to followers.
written: November 09, 2021
As laugh, consideration's pride
I frown, I frown, I so deride,
this humbleness, from youth's confide
that learning temperament reside!
I cry the diabolic spine
that curves in moment's new express,
this standing firm is my define
the talent being my ingress!
Hiding in their basement caves,
the ‘journalists’ deride
The light of facts and truth cast dim,
a downward fatal slide
Where once out in the open,
clear vision far and wide
Credibility buries deep
—their fear a den of lies
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Picture perfect, hollow inside
As contracting fears heart deride
Our trauma bonding with ego
Aspect clinging, loathe to forgo
Oscillating thus, side to side
21-September-2021
Bite Size Poem no21 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Let’s cut right through
the bombast ...
your camouflage of words
And redefine
the essence ...
of what you’ve never learned
Your double-talk
pontificates ...
to lure and to distract
Whose lies deride
wherein you hide ...
from what the truth exacts
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Goodwill Ambassador Gershon
Kind, joyful poet, my assertion
Never tries to lampoon or deride
His poetry leaves us happy inside
4/25/2020
As this COVID-19 pandemic rages all around us, how encouraged I am when poets, like Gershon and others, use their gift of poetry to build up one another.
Like inundated praise
the rhetoric concern of tithe
ballooning, like a fact implied
inertia blinds with its deride!
To see it straight, to moor divine
I buckle too, as then resign
so many voices, tail wind's fine
could move ahead, so never mine?
Concourse profane, am strong at thine,
but trying self ~ so far behind!
So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!
Do listen not, to reach my own confide,
a self, an understanding of my chide.
Yet duldrum's ceaseless wavering
does beg its pride -
In repetitious floundering
destroys times guide!
Everyone's entitled to
Whatever's his opinion
For no one holds the power
Over intellect's dominion.
Yet sometimes it's preferred
To keep those slanted thoughts inside
Since sharing them may paint a picture
Others may deride.
No one likes a message when
It's shoved down someone's throat
And that's the reason why I just
Deleted what I wrote.
In Family Reunion these thoughts I deride
all love that is given is blessed from inside
a hand that is passed from father to son
will hold a caress that is better than none
the love of a Mother, Sister and Daughter
will link to make problems smaller and shorter
the dance of your Cousins, Sisters and Aunts
A confidance booster that never says can't
Castigate me if you will
Deride, besmirch my name,
Yet like the burning Phoenix
I shall rise again.
You think you make me suffer
Yet your vitriol soon passes,
For like the dying Phoenix
I will rise from the ashes.
You think me defeated
Tattered, bruised and torn,
But I emerge from the flames
Undaunted, strong... reborn.
The tell me the waters of the sea
Are little children's tears
The rivers that flowed from me
And victims of forgotten years
In little dark corners shaking
Hungry and starved for light
Bodies bruised and minds aching
Injuries covered from the sight
Today I am going to the seaside
I shall build new castles there
To see what those tears deride
And why our land is ever bare.
deride derision divide division devise a vision
play with words like rythym tick something squared
is power of two and cubed's the power of three
not four that's more
are inconsistent seas unfound or foundered
I think there four iambic meters cause caucasion
indecision in a celtic melded welded mind I find
a loss of words incomprehensic in reprehensic
pensitivity
Where mountains rise and forests grow
the slow wombat digs his home.
It lives in fear of foes and those
who deride its shape and gait.
It roams the land, where green abounds,
when full darkness falls around.
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No.1 ~ Wombat
Author: Paul Callus ~ 18 th Jan 2015
Contest: Night Creatures
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed: 5th
Fiction gives me freedom
Freedom to drive any car and be at par with the czar
Freedom to take action against corruption
Freedom to brandish my gun and shoot for fun
Freedom to deride my wife and control my life
Freedom to be Mr. Loverman, the man with a master plan
Freedom to be Bond, Holmes and Powers all in one
Freedom to murder my president and get away with it
But fiction aint reality, is it?
“Let me go,” my brother cried,
I was always the thorn in his side.
As boys we loved to buck the tide,
We were never ever cut and dried.
He was always quick to deride,
But never let our faults divide.
He looked to me as his older guide,
So, I could never commit suicide!
Always there with arms open wide
My brother is my joy and my pride.
written July 16, 2021
[A tip of the hat to my brother, Jim!]
Did you ever thank the leaf
for all the beauty they bequeath.
You grumble, putting them aside
while in your own heart, lies deride!
Oh natures wonder ~ still have pride
then put assunder heaps of chide
so given, now in glory hide
the leaf as blunder, thee as stride!
So humble dunder, thus denied
must love the leaves, once green, now dried,
to scoop in flounder from reside
leaf rights a bummer, so decried!
Take me for a ride
Where they don’t deride
And I can be myself
Not a tiny, meek elf
Sharing in the joy
That we should all enjoy
Hiding from the shame
I thought was my name
It’s something I now embrace
As I win the rat race
Don’t tell me to be coy
No longer the killjoy
I’ll breathe deep the air
Look out, I now care
Stay away the blues
I’m wearing new shoes
I’m casting off the strife
And thriving in my new life