Short Goads Poems
Short Goads Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Goads by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Goads by length and keyword.
Lone, untravelled. Dusty, moaned through.
Before all such, I think
In a dry, but land's forgot roads
Oblivion's wish goads
What leaves, for its departure
Day's, unacknowledged in
Of those shadows, the saddest
Which lead to one's last rest.
Categories:
goads, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
In economy led of beastly mind,
Upon a political serpentine.
All strives of wickedness kicks,
Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).
As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).
For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed #3
Categories:
goads, allegory
Form:
Limerick
Covid is a lie she tells me, hoping for an argument.
My silence probably grates her.
All news is false except for my news station, she goads me.
I do not roll my finger around my ear or make the L sign on my forehead.
I congratulate myself on my restraint.
Finally feeling like a grown up.
Categories:
goads, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Faint-hearted lass, are you where
Your dreams have placed you?
Not as yet? Not even close
In that otherwise camatose
Wakefulness, Day goads?
Then to this fine sleeper's creed
Are not living true:
"Fear not, nightly wise, as far
What unto The Morning Star. *
New day, new life bodes.
* Venus. Planet of Love
Categories:
goads, anxiety, lonely, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Lyrical; critical- almost spiritual!
Spheres of fears entangle
Costly crossly motley Miracle
Grows and goads the gamble
Seeming dreaming- brain is bleeding
While I smile, unprepared
Cut the rut in grand proceeding
As I'm breathing in the Air...
*Another experimental piece. I would be curious to see how you interpret it :)
Categories:
goads, dream, spiritual,
Form:
I do not know?
The beast in its lair
In slavering mode
Teeth in waiting
To it's pray it goads
A little elf girl
Naked and scared
Sacrificial
In it's bone ridden lair
The plight in her eye
As she stares at the beast
To remonstrate her thought
Deter his feast
The fear in her lulls
As the beast turns away
Her little wings flap
Rising from deaths decay
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy3.php
Categories:
goads, fantasy
Form:
Rhyme
She lingers waiting for me to make a mistake.
I feel her, sneering at me, ready to pounce.
Unsure how she originated, but I keep her masked.
Cover her up with a brilliant smile,
Being Robin William funny, so no one knows
Except me….
She goads me with pokes and prods
Trying to get me morose and sad.
I am aware of her power
I dare not give in to her.
She can take me down harder than a Mack Truck
Categories:
goads, depression,
Form:
Personification
COPLA CINCUENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World
When in need don’t do just anything
Short cut to humiliation:
Need feeds on need
Violence is the need of being
Big Bang is the need for motion:
Need to be freed
When the impulse to commit goads
Pull yourself together step aside:
Pleasure passes
What insatiable primal need prods
The Almighty to make gods stride:
Boredom pulses
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
goads, allegory, conflict,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Love lusts,
Hate hurts,
God goads,
Devil dares,
Death dumps,
Life longs,
Hope holds,
Soul survives,
Faith fools,
Religion rants,
Priest panders,
Politics preys,
Public pays,
knowledge knows,
Wisdom wins,
Science sums,
Time tempers,
Patience prevails,
Marriage mars,
Wife whines,
Husband hustles,
Sex sells,
Cash corrupts,
War wrecks,
Peace pleases,
Work works,
Rest rusts,
Spring soothes,
Monsoon moans,
Summer sizzles,
Autumn ails,
Winter woes,
Nature nurtures!
Categories:
goads, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Immortal waves of time,
Clamour on the sea of life,
They crash down on the crags of flesh
And wear them to the grains.
The cells, the salted dust,
The sand beneath the hooves,
The iron feet of giants
Severed down to vanished forms.
Gulls of storm-head black,
Eyes of granite beads,
And beaks derived of bone-yards
House their aspic sodden tongues.
Cries that ram the caves
Vibrating screeching goads the dark,
Receding as the dying light
In seconds after life.
Categories:
goads, death, life,
Form:
Verse
You insist on arguing.
I am silent.
You goad me.
My cheeks are flinching, but you do not notice.
You attack me.
I nod my head.
Not saying anything.
I can play this game all day, longer than you maybe.
You try another tact.
I would walk away if you were not my friend and my cousin.
So I stay and try to change the subject to something pleasant.
You keep your tirade going.
I finally say good bye.
As a last resort you attack one of my children.
It’s on now…..
Categories:
goads, mother,
Form:
Free verse