Short Grovel Poems
Short Grovel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grovel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grovel by length and keyword.
Grovel Groan to the Bone
grovel, funny, humor, religious, truth,
Ahab puppy loved him some evil Jezebel
Lassie boy collar eyes wag the fancy tale
He sleep on her good side,
sob say the cuckold bride
Groomed so wail to fetch her bones in hell
If they asked me I could write a novel
Bout the way you snivel and grovel
How your snot hangs down
On your evening gown
As melodies emanate from your schnozzle
GHASTLY GRAVE GATHERING
grovel, bereavement, betrayal, death, family, funeral, grandparents, grave,
Ghastly Grave Gathering
Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief
You are vanity
No one can compare to you
Men grovel and sway
Women want to be like you
Sad, the mirror is one way
If it were two way
you might know how you are seen
from the other side
Yours shows not your inner self
that your outer mask does hide
Tell No Fortune
grovel, change, fate, life, mystery, wisdom,
Chance favours, chance taunts,
Now is one man’s hour to rise,
But ten men’s dreams it haunts,
Its humor none can surmise.
Heed not the next irony of fate,
Till you and final verdict meet.
I’d sooner wake to destiny late,
Than grovel at Fortune’s feet.
Shake out the trembles that restrain you
Walk upright in a downward glanced world
Shake the hand that refuses you
Smile at the demons that control you
Relive the moments that embarrass you
Grovel in the sand that grates you
Reach out to enemies that flog you
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grovel, beauty, blessing, fire, identity, time, truth, visionary,
From ever Time had us surrounded
-or how the Law has to be followed?-
Though since once acting were we free
To keep our haze, to not or be.
To earthly being nothin’ is mere more
Than everything surmise as novel:
For being nothin’ grimer sore,
Hallowing heaven, yet to grovel .
And what is hard comparing
To answer this ironic faring?...
Vision of the Fall
grovel, books, dark, film, god, gothic, poems, visionary,
Visions of Usher,
Seven rooms with which flesh dwells
As reddened as a
Retro rocket ship.
Party to end all parting,
Is all prevailing.
The mayhem of ring-a-rose
Maddened stares. I sit
Alone in green sin
When Death travels amongst us,
All that can be done
Is find the culprit
And grovel to the void face
Of my own doing....
Make Me Happy
grovel, happiness, husband, love, people, wife, me, me,
Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?
I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.
I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
* Roman goddess of night
Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey...
I Search Raven Skies
grovel, dark, lust, mystery,
Adrift in your eyes
The night is deep
I search raven skies
I cannot speak
What is this embrace
Held to your darkness
I touch your face
I feel the starkness
The powers that be
This mysterious night
Have come unto me
Your rule they indict
I am left to grovel
A lecherous hovel
A whim to your wielding
grovel, angst, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost love, love,
Masquerading as a Prince
Someone is playing a game of pretend or deceiving themselves
If you saw what I saw you would be humble
Bite your tongue, and grovel for you are dirt at my feet.
Your boastful brags intrigue me
What makes the toad demand things of others?
She wonders to her herself
Why she entertains his commands
No beauty on the inside or out
No winner here
No heart of gold
Just a space full of emptiness in this cold, cold room....
Wipe each surface, wear a mask;
Wash and scrub your hands.
Share this information so
Each person understands.
Don’t touch money or your face;
Stay away from crowds.
If you’re quarantined, pretend
Your ceiling’s sky and clouds.
Cancel all your travel plans;
Stock up on your food.
Find some entertainment
To keep busy all your brood.
Welcome to our Virus World
Where COVID-19 rules
And humans bow and grovel
To the reign of molecules....
The Devil's Throne
grovel, humanity, rights,
Peasant bread to feed the masses,
millers stone between the classes
Grovel here and grovel there,
crumbs for beggars—no meat to share
Caught inside the rising dough,
leavened voices cry out low
Baking deep within the flames,
bribes that lie—and Lords to blame
With each slice cut, Hell calls a name,
its coals to brand, ignoble fame
Bread for the masses, meat off the bone,
revenge on fire—the Devil’s throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
She slithers in big tree branches
Waiting for darkness to took over brightness
Her hissed is a venom
Like a creepy sound of midnight phantom.
Look directly in her eyes and you will be deceive
Behind this maiden's beauty hids a grotesque cruelty
She will make you fall on your knees and grovel
Taking over dominion
Her teeh is a craft whesthoned
By the victim she hadtake possession
Never ever let yourself lulled by her charm
If you want to miss the chance to be disarmed.