Short Fatality Poems
Short Fatality Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fatality by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fatality by length and keyword.
Silent Stones
Granite and Marble
Testement to our Mortality
Sun gazes brightly, blinded by sonder
Upon memorials to our fatality
Words come to a point
like the tip of a spear
Embedding the truth
—impaling your fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Tested,
hunted,
singled,
chased,
cornered,
lashed,
to fatality,
he wanted to be away,
but they got their way,
and pulled out life's last ray.
tires howling loudly
she reaches for my shoulder
horns like sirens wail
brakes failing on icy bridge
I wake in a hospital
written January 29, 2022
How sad this misadventure...
imbibe hemlock poison
to kill a love
disillusioned... and die
because of this...
The dreams i have
Rip the seems of my mind.
Blinding my vision of reality,
All that is left is fatality.
Cutting me open,
Then stitching me up,
I just can't seem to keep in touch,
New York Is Struggling
New York now struggles with reality,
After learning about another fatality;
Were sadden by;
Wiped eyes dry,
And each death was done so callously.
Jim Horn
Reality Immortality May Be a Fatality
What we did determine was reality,
Along with what may be immortality;
Did discover,
And uncover,
Actually turned out being a fatality.
Jim Horn
Reality New Found Fragile Fatility
Romped on Trump's terrible reality;
We again became a fragile fatality;
Found in street;
Dead on feet;
Of his, we turned into another tally.
Jim Horn
What We Realized About Reality
What we had realized about reality,
Because of bad results of technicality,
Not well laid;
Mistakes made;
Final results ended up being a fatality.
Jim Horn
Trump and Immmorality
Trump exists in a life full of immorality;
Which for many had become a fatality;
Golden shower;
Produces power;
Thinks this will end up in his immortality.
Jim Horn
Fatality To Equality
We were supposed to believe in equality,
And we do want to find another fatality;
Study am trying,
But none buying;
Which class should we take in psychology.
Jim Horn
I’m willing to accept
that it’s all but a cloud
Memory behind me,
and draped in a shroud
I’m willing to accept
my fatality deemed
A portal indentured
—to dreams left undreamed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Sadly, as before
we support the Terrorist State
not the oppressed
not the child on roller skates
we support the Zionist hate
snipers shooting freedom
daily
every fatality
a testament
to the crime
Emotions Contain Mortality
My emotions contain much mortality,
And found to be in a fatalistic finality;
Now not near;
Did disappear;
Forever becoming formidable fatality.
Jim Horn
Still reading John Keats.
Brutality is Reality
Making your life a Fatality
Morality determines Mentality
Unrelenting Insanity
Vitality is a drive from Urbanity
Inanity perpetuates Profanity
Mundanity a fake posh Formality
Humanity is Volcanity
The tombstone carves itself
When you are ready to embark
On an underground journey
Where your body fades
But your soul survives
Your name is being spelled out
In charming calligraphy
And as the gravestone crafts 2005
You are incapacitated with fatality
Form:
Mine Not Meant to Be
Face did bother me
The worst one it must be
Loved her toiletry.
Her face made me scream
One I found in a bad dream
Horrible did seem.
Found reality
Face was a fatality
Mine not meant to be.
Wow and a double wow.
Jim Horn
That that never was, our pain cause
From God, separation
Understanding not, divine laws
Result’s agitation
Our false identity
Delusionality
Joy’s the fatality
Stuporous fears pause
That that never was
03-February-2022
Quietus
Formula for fatality
I open the book on numbers
Searching for a masterful method
A recipe for ruin runs through my thoughts
And I see a perfect procedure
An equation equal to the end
An addition of a gun
A multiplication of blood
A division of the soul
And a subtraction of a life
Form:
Hold on who goes there.
Is it my dreams?
My life,
My Strife.
No its just despair.
Given to me,
I see,
And plea.
Hone in the nightmare.
Reality,
Fatality,
Brutality.
So I’m solitaire.
Afraid of lies,
Allies,
Then dies.
They go anywhere.
In this the time,
Its fine,
I shine.
Form:
This fate is severely mangled
fierce storms define its exterior
And in this daze,
they do not cease
Heartstrings tear its beliefs,
and fatality enjoys it
Shades withstand its
diminishing effects
So without pace
its slowing trance atones
Passion draws its pangs
and futility reminds it
Form:
Not in command of what happens next,
only in how we react
The world gets to pitch and we get to catch,
in hope that our strikes are intact
No matter how hard we struggle
and fight for a sense of control
Reality looms till fatality dooms
—eternity taking its toll
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
A personality,
Ends in fatality,
Witness a city alive,
Pastry smells fill the air,
Architecture you stare,
Business, people make it thrive,
Each city has its feel,
Recession ends the steel,
Can it possibly revive?
Written by Lee Ramage
September 30, 2011
For Dr. Ram Mehta’s contest
Balassi Stanza
won 6th Place
But mr John Smith, you know old son,
dreams are better than reality,
the hotter dames, incite burning flames,
more erotic than originality,
the prune by hurricane strewn,
gets erased digitalicky?
monsoon mongone, become begone,
might be forgone fatality....
Don Johnson
re John's prune by the hurricane strewn...