Short Griped Poems
Short Griped Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Griped by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Griped by length and keyword.
I just want one drop of ale the gnome told his brother.
I can try to turn on the spigot if you want, said the other.
But the two of them together could not get the faucet to open.
They laid around and griped about it for hours, not good at cope’n.
Categories:
griped, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th
Form:
Rhyme
Katana sheathed
head high
adrenalin pumped
step with steps of air
creep upon the unaware
stride up behind
slide silently out the sword
fingers griped into hair
blade of steel hard and cold
one quick flex and blood is shed
now my enemy is dead
Categories:
griped, dedication, history, political, war
Form:
I do not know?
That kind of thing really griped his soul
Meenie ate cookies smuggled from my bowl
Sullivan sighed a little
He was so sick and brittle
Whittled himself down to size with a howl
Categories:
griped, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Boiled in international broth
soiled by an internal sloth
emphasizing the epiphany
gorged by an internal gluttony
salivating a want to succeed
griped by an internal greed
creative moments of clarity
enveloped by an internal envy
triumph built on trust
lynched by an internal lust
paved to form a new path
wasted by an internal wrath
collective thoughts collide
pilloried by an internal pride
Categories:
griped, life, political, social
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Heist of the Kidney Beans
By Elton Camp
In Pascagoula, Mississippi a burglar did grab
Several times from the drug store some Lortab
The Fred’s store manager very angrily griped
Although Lortab was the only thing he swiped
The pharmacist decided he would make a decoy
So a funny trick was what he decided to employ
Thief came but the pharmacist wanted to throttle
He found only kidney beans in the Lorbab bottle
(Note: true story)
Categories:
griped, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Time takes its root griped to the soul,
Fighting shrugging off its hold,
Losing control unleashed to structure
a deepening hole in the pit of your soul,
Grabbing struggling to regain the control,
That once you imagined to hold,
Fading away, your heart will not stay,
Growing cold to all that they say,
Delusions of reality filled lies,
Trying to find where the lack began,
Where you truly stand,
Lost is time when there's truly nothing to find,
Rise or fall, that is all
Categories:
griped, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse