Short Doled Poems
Short Doled Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Doled by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Doled by length and keyword.
precipice
and the granite unmasked
not my heart in immobility
Injustice
Disguise of righteousness
Not my soul in perpetual quake
Punishment
That which he doled smiling
My body he forced, never will be...
me
Form:
When I was young
The world I knew was very kind.
When I was young
My mama said to hold my tongue,
To not say things which harm or bind,
To offer help to maimed or blind.
When I was young.
Now that I’m old
The world around me seems less kind.
Now that I’m old
Kindness is lacking or is doled.
Each person searching wealth to find,
From Mama’s standards have resigned,
Now that I’m old.
No matter how many you’ve had
your birthdays shouldn’t make you sad.
You are free to wear unmatched plaid
and not tolerate fools.
For oldsters not a thing’s forbad.
You’re allowed to break rules.
Don’t worry about growing old.
It is your turn now to be bold.
Be proud of the years you’ve been doled.
It is time to have fun.
Don’t listen to what you’ve been told.
Golden Years have begun.
Won no. 5
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
I wanted a buff body, to look good in my "snuggs".
But ignored advice doled out by fitness droids.
Like: never use performance enhancing drugs
or be tempted to use Anabolic Steroids.
After 6 months, I just look like a thug wearing a rug…
…with a Nasty Squint and Diabolic Hemorrhoids
[this poem was first published on my blog - http://wp.me/p2mUkP-eH
with one of my sketch doodles & makes more sense in context of the whole post]
A rose lies dying,
petals fall one by one;
scatter, wind blown and random.
upon fresh turned earth.
Bitter silence,
cold,
indifferent,
wraps around my shoulders.
A quiet companion
I hold close.
Friends with strange faces,
smile sadly with inadequate words.
Doled out clichés fall
upon ears that hear only
your forgotten voice.
Memories of years revisited
dusted off and polished;
lost days irreplaceable.
Life with out you carries on.
Unblemished veneer caresses each fold
Glossy sheen with silken strands manifold
Face brimming with rosy hue; underneath satin sheaths scrolled
Coarse fibers with satiating nutrients doled
My eyes peel each savory layer, delicately kneading each fiber apart
My nostrils intoxicated by sweet, pungent aroma your core doth impart
My fingers fondle and swab each, soft, curvaceous part
My lips drivel as the sugary juices from your mellow stalk doth depart
The Cross
Deaths solace, silence harsh words of fears unknown
dread not the reaper
unwelcome cross, mark not my threshold
belief shall grant no safe passage
condemned self righteous, what right to steal souls?
In whose name is derision doled?
contemptuous harbinger of tidings best left unspoken
thus spake Zarathustra, eternal recurrence
indoctrinating endless opportunity
offer up the gift to those who see and have seen
antiquity replaced by stigmata.
Stoic
Each night she left him bleary -
his mind foaming in a glass
of Guiness.
Disappointments wore her life thin,
nuptials picked to a fugue and dinge,
by his thick-tongued spiel.
“I can change him.”
Nothing changed.
Long she withered and waned.
Friends doled out sympathy
like spreadable butter,
yet her bread was dry.
Long she withered.
Daily she wiped
a vinyl calico tabletop
wet with spilled beer
and self-pity.
She got a second job.
A sage with wisdom so erudite
Muse filtering hope, shedding light
Mentor whose keen insight doth shape, mold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Twining cultures with his harmonious pen
Idioms, aphorisms from his native kin
With adopted truisms, symbols doth fold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Verses sculpted with cunning concision
Accents, rhymes spliced with stunning precision
Crafty metaphors, metonymies freely doled
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
old men
wearing their caps
upon their head
emblazoned with words
of war, this is
what they said
old wars they now
fondly remember,
how time can play its tricks
when it was really happening
I doubt they had their kicks
so wobble on down the street
you brave old soldier bold
you've served well your good country
those memories to you are doled
we tend to remember the good things,
or so I think I've read
so soldiers, carry on,so proudly
until the day you're dead
Peace and war
Often lived here over the years
Even though initiated by the few
Tears were created between many
Relaxation and growth was the PS purpose
Yet they in themselves had to be fought for
Still, with time, peace would prevail
Offences are still doled and taken
Until all are free of mistakes so it will be
Perfection is not what brought us here, poetry is
PSing since '06 ;)