Short Displease Poems
Short Displease Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Displease by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Displease by length and keyword.
Looking back had begat
such tattered little strings
The threads of life are filled with strife
and many knots that may displease
contemplate to make anew
another thread which will'n't undo
with all the threads that make up you
A wound that is unseen
A pain that is really mean
A disease that is misunderstood
A sickness that is under my hood
A condition that has no borders
An affliction that puts your mind in no order
An illness that is certain to displease
Oh will someone help us please
Oft' 'tis said and I've thought it mighty strange
That not a word seems to rhyme with 'orange'
And though some I may displease
With poetic license please
A rhyme I coin - in DC I pray 'forchange'
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We love our children when they are bad.
We love them when they are good.
Our love does not end when they displease us,
And don’t do the things they should.
God’s love is greater than our love,
How much more He cares for us.
When we sin, He is always there to forgive,
For He remembers that we are dust.
Branches sway in the dark cold breeze
Moving like they were in a freeze
Colorful they once were
Their beauty puts me on my knees
Never did they want to displease
Dormant they are for sure
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Your favorite tail rhyme, past or present" contest
11/15/2012
R-each the brightest star,
A-im to make it through;
N-ever clip your wings,
D-on't let them displease
Y-ou.
P-aint the brightest star,
O-nce you let your both eyes gaze;
R-adiance sparkles above,
O-n the night in amazing space.
S-ixth of March Tuesday,earnestly go that far;
A-llow your mind to focus on that brightest star.
The light of my salvation
That created me to worship thee
In all my joy and misery.
The light of my salvation
That saved me
While I was on my knee.
The light of my salvation
That carried me
In the days of great burdens and scrutiny.
The light of my salvation
Thank you for forgiving me,
For all the things that I did
That displease thee.
The wind blows away the leaves
Carrying with it feelings of displease
Freeing the heart from the fears
Caused by storm clouds quite fierce
Having discharged their load of fury
That has drenched the earth in misery
The wind, the answer to our prayer
The heart no longer the dragon's layer
And we are free to gleam
Like the sun that suddenly beams.
We can't expect to agree
nor should we expect to disagree
on everything
We can't expect to please
nor should we expect to displease
everyone, all the time
We can't expect to win
nor should we expect to lose
every game we play
Be we ought to demand of a man
~ Squeeze every last drop
right into the can
Emma.
You may be handsome, you may be rich,
You may be clever, all factors which
May mean you have a happy home
And are blessed with the best that the world can bestow.
Your twenty-odd years may have passed with such ease:
No distress to compress, ever vex or displease.
Your match-making skills have succeeded again
And I'm left, at the end, in non-fictional pain.
A-n aim of the chosen one
N-ever intends to displease;
A-s long as the beacon comes, worship of God will never cease.
B-ecause you are the chosen one,
E-arnestly glorify the true God;
S-avior and Lord Jesus Christ
A-nswers for your sin through His blood.
D-ay nineteen of October,
A-n early prayer is done;
N-ever neglect your obligation,
D-uty of the chosen
O-ne.
You swing onto the ramp of anticipation
then sputter and stall, deceleration
March, thy name is frustration
Your southern breezes arise and tease
‘til night plunges the ground in deep-freeze
March, your late frosts displease
Your rains help the leaves start to bud
then your snows turn frail flowers to duds
March, your name I spell M-U-D
Multiplier and large blooms
Colors varied and depend on the soil ph
Hardy plants are hard to kill
Blooms all spring and summer
Until frost, you delight me
No need to fret for you
You never displease me
Your plant grows and thickens
Each year, you grow more beautiful
My delight is in your blossoms.
You stand for rebirth and eternal life.
For Linda Marie's Contest-Flowers
Thanks for the inspiration!!
Misfortune always comes in threes
Embrace me, much to my displease
This wrath I intend to release
Go and get as much as you please
You killed me once, twice, even thrice
'Conjured fire to collide with ice
Tormenting me has been your vice
And now you have to pay the price
There's no word from you that was true
Savor my wrath, I once warned you
Potion of revenge now I brew
Sign here, this is long-overdue
Little rose incense leaves me in awe.
I adore the scent of my mother’s dishes
How I wish to delight the endearment of those near me!
I yearned not for favor but love
In anguish I stand displease, mutter fret!
Wondering how a man grew weary in woe.
I adore the valorous act of my father
How I wish to ravish the endearment of those dear to me!
I craved not patronage but love
In torment I live unconvinced, Ruth prevail!
At last spring is coming—Achoo!--
with songbirds and skies of clear blue.
My nose will be dripping
and meds I’ll be sipping
while lovely blooms burst into view.
Though allergies briefly displease
my joy won’t be quelled by a sneeze.
My eyes will be bleary,
red, itchy, and teary;
but bring on those fun springtime sprees!
February 17, 2022
entered in the Spring in Air Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Without them I would be nothing,
Lost in the trivial sea of people.
They make me feel as if I am something
Raising me under the church steeple.
Growing up with them has been a pleasure
That many long to obtain.
Driven along a path to find true treasure,
Family keeps me from going insane.
Love does not come with ease,
Even with those closest to you.
Keep your kin and do not displease
The ones who will always stay true to you.
It's no doubt to history.
It's no doubt to know.
It's no doubt to be assured.
It's no doubt.
It's no doubt to forget.
It's no doubt to misunderstand.
It's no doubt to dislike or like.
It's no doubt.
It's no doubt to explain to others.
It's no doubt to forget.
It's no doubt to displease or please.
It's no doubt.
It's no doubt to cry or laugh.
It's no doubt to stop or go.
It's no doubt to catch up to others.
It's no doubt.
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
Lord, how can one stop displeasing you?
It just seems too impossible not to vex you
Thoughts, actions, words
God, how can one ever really please you?
What do you prefer Lord?
That we make mistakes or are mistake free
If you prefer the mistakes
Then be unproblematic for us Lord
Because we don’t want to displease you
And cause you grief
We don’t want to cause you any unhappiness Lord
We want to please You
Whatever it takes Lord
Know our hearts
Okay Lord God?
The ferns are taking over,
Running rampant in the yard.
I yank them by the roots, a job
More tedious than hard.
Each summer they crop up en masse
And quickly multiply,
So you may see me plucking them,
Most likely in July.
I do not hate their lacy fronds,
Which sway when there’s a breeze,
So seeing them some other place
Would really not displease.
But gazing from the screened-in porch,
What I object to most
Is this sea of uninvited guests,
Expecting me to host.