Short Discontent Poems
Short Discontent Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Discontent by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Discontent by length and keyword.
we notice ego discontent
with the way things are
it has nothing to do with us of course
Self shines like a bright star
how special our friendship
that even a whimper of the love we share
sounds mightier
than any roar of discontent
Coronavirus:
Nature's roar of discontent,
Boastful Man trembles!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2021
I am quotes cut short;
Express thoughts different from
Scars of paperbacks.
I am ignored, unspoken—
Leave my wounds open for thoughts.
my sister turned light chartreuse
after hearing on the news
the end is quite near
a blizzard all year
so we recommend snowshoes.
rumbling discontent
suppressed passion seeking air
steaming stained tears
evolution’s resurgent
blossomed introspection
John G. Lawless
3/25/2015
envy
brings discontent
tracts surface
lines are drawn
said,then
coloured red...
spread on the sand,then
slowly dwindle
on the incoming
tide of time
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While they all do often roam
Is fence outside silver dome;
We learned what they meant
By hour of there discontent.
Jim Horn
Discontent seems to be steel grey
It mocks with a heartless laugh
It tastes like bitter tears
Discontent looks like a movie theater going up in flames
I feel tired.
Form:
The past cried out a dire warning
unlocking you from the moment
“History rules, the die is cast
—the future of your discontent”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
The cumbersome acting student told a gargantuan lie
Showing many of us cast member he was simply not the guy
Can you envision the rage and discontent? Are you willing to try?
I imagine Death as an enterprise of magnificence. The aroma of Life is as bitter as Lust but as delicious as woman. To me myself I am oh so great but discontent to both time and God.
Physical exhilaration drowns
bony aches,
emotional pain,
intellectual angst,
social discontent,
psychological drama,
hunger pangs.
Untethered my soul soars
thus my heart sings.
In harmless joy spent
Her eyes showed no fright
She became discontent
Her heart felt the sadness bite.
From the start she was of ill health
In life she struggled without wealth.
The age of social distancing, rife with existential angst and discontent.
People with cabin fever break quarantine, take to the streets to vent.
Date written: 07/16/2020
Perhaps a magic beanstalk would appear!
I grinned and potted up the seeds;
I'd raid the giant's castle, drink his beer...
but by the dawn, I'd grown more weeds.
for Carolyn's seeds contest
Our
yearning
to expand
has origins
in our memory,
remembering our soul,
as one with God-consciousness.
Thus, feeling discontent, we strive
to become once again, living light.
14-March-2022
i am
of a
terrible nature
callous
unforgiving
never satisfied
i am
of a
terrible nature
discontent
unruly
an idealist
i am
of a
terrible nature
the world
cannot exist
without me
So what
About now
Can you see
Me somehow
Slaving away
At pen on page
Writing my heart’s
Discontent
Lament,
Lament for me
That one day
I will be free
But probably
I’ll just write
For an eternity
Did they dare you to be
what you already were
Your profile kept hidden
unshaken or stirred
To wander in your
unbroken discontent
A path that lies hidden
—by unspoken words
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Don’t forget the insect repellent
Mosquitoes can cause such discontent
These bugs make me itch
Watch me swat and twitch
The cost of “Off” is money well spent
Written April 3, 2014
Only mince words for society’s detriment.
Mollycoddle youth for the future’s corruption.
Beware of using political correction,
society’s wormwood; overdose for descent.
Today’s apocalypse is due to discontent.
Engrave precept ohms
revise strands of dukka dont's
anatta mindfuel
(kensho- seeing ones true nature of mind.)
(dukka-stress, pain suffering distress and discontent.)
(anatta-not self, ownerless.)
Helmet of Love,
Gloves of Apprehension,
Breastplate of Morality,
Sword of discontent,
We as a people are prepared for the worst,
But unprepared for the best,
Percieved as perfect,
But we, Perfectly flawed...
I was induced,
At your feet
Hooded look in those hues,
In this slow risqué beat.
Flickering lights,
Fills your low whimpers of discontent
Most are still up for drinks,
While we share an odd taste of lament...