Short Doom Poems
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What one should
emulate
to write poem
everyday
at least, tales
of here's doom
no one knew
that a night
exists, here.
all day long the heads
talk of doom and disaster
warning us to stay calm
the end of days is nigh
an old poet finds a word
Man, by speeding things up, unwittingly, humanity's doom accelerates!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
18 April 2016
Mushroom
cloud plume of doom
rose from Hiroshima,
6 August, 1945,
Omen
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25 July 2017
sullen death-bell tolls
for my own absconding soul
no wailing required
as my skirmishing-days past
my ultimate doom is close
whistle dentist ties bounds
jewells rate capture mourning ear
balcony right sings doom
accordion flies
harvest room miss bows
Now is the time to hunker down
COVID-19 has come to town
Avoid your doom
Stay in your room
But just in case, wear a nightgown!
A cow was awaiting its doom
In a barn with so little room
Her very last fart
Was a pistol start
And the abattoir went ka-boom!
A painted castle in my room
Appeared inside to seal my doom
Inside my castle it rains my tears
To guide myself far from my fears
This morning I got on a bus
Where everyone seated was Plus
A lack of room
Could spell my doom
Should I make a fuss or just cuss?
Khaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
Ricardo Montalbán
Again plays Khan.
Marooning his nemesis Kirk inside a moon
The part ends with Singh’s doom.
If
“Condemned To Be Free”
as Sartre said,
Then
doom me forever
—unchained and unled
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
A legion of doom a quake before the destroy like or
Hate the conquer of fear
Legion among legend
What is are among the lin kuei.
Coronavirus met its doom
When sunlight streaked into my room
I can't get a tan
Because of the ban
But it saved my Fruit of the Loom!
bilbo baggins bop
middle earth menagerie
ringmaster Galloum prowls his loss
Sharoun's fire eye tracks the prize
Crack of Doom awaits
Infernal regions
we are legions of hatred
lucifer my lord
Hell, Haiku contest. Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Written 3/27/23.
An outcast this night,
I mournfully sigh with gloom:
but, I make war, fight!
to defeat my rising doom,
and defend my haunted tomb.
One
Lone wolf
Without its
Pack will end up
Sorry and alone;
For the pack will
Save its hide,
Alone…
Doom!
The sky warmly hugs the stars from the weeping moon, as the moon
fearfully watches the world slowly crumbling, warning of impending doom.
She could in the chamber resume
Her role holding off pending doom
Dianne Feinstein is fit
In the Senate to sit
If her body we’d only exhume
Strange strangers in my room
Trying to find some skulls and bones
Like it will save them from doom
When the time for reaping comes
Whilst watching the weather on Zoom
A casket sailed by in the gloom
Now who would condone
Homes in a Flood Zone?
Is FEMA financing your doom?
Gloom
and doom-
swelling buds
start to give a
thrill-
bark
expands,
contracts and
cracks..in thaw and
chill.
*this week 0n the 14th
Hungry frog,
Lank hungry tongue
looking at dancing flies
Hungry belly is a graveyard
Flies to death by turns!
-April 15, 2019, Chattogram
he did seal his doom
trump idiot who will bloom
had been room to room
have heard about
like in hospital on call
he never does stall
Jim Horn