Short Harsh Poems

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Premium Member Harsh Corn Faced Clown Bird

harsh corn faced clown bird
speckled like iowa maize
struts his stuff

intrigued and open
admiring his glory
I applaud him


Premium Member Desert Thorns

Desert thorns that sting.
Careful desert animals. 
Both have great instinct,
Finding safety together.
Not permanent for either.
Form: Tanka

So Harsh Is Sister Horn Haiku

So Harsh Is Sister Horn Haiku

So harsh is sister,
And never has a blister;
You should enlist her.

James Horn, Retired Veteran
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Form: Couplet

Premium Member Harsh Words

Harsh Words Haiku By: Tom Wright 1/28/2019 Harsh words do great harm So give thought before their use Regret will follow
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Form: Haiku

Harsh Habit

Harsh habit, too hard to break 
Judging raw is a big mistake 
Always finding lice on people's head 
Live a life of your own instead 

June 10, 2023
Form: Rhyme


Harsh Habits

I still jerk my head 
To the closed window 
Whenever i hear someone honk 

Wondering if it was you 
Too scared to look 
Then praying that it wasn't

Premium Member A Harsh Mistress

A harsh mistress to face each night

reality dabbles in pain.

                 And at the very edge of fright...

you enter the Devil’s domain.
Form: Rhyme

Heavy Hombre-Cats Lifelike Harsh Hug

The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug

Heavy Hombre-Cats Lifelike Harsh Hug

The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug

Harsh Poison 2k13

A drug dealer, some wasted cash, a plastic bag,
a lighter, a glass tube, some foil, a syringe,
a glass pipe, toxic crystals, dilated eyes,
endorphins, paranoia, addiction,
a pandemic, Crystal Death; harsh poison!

An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be

An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be

Moved through mountains and found a marshal;
Were immediate indications of being impartial;
A man of the law,
Worst we ever saw,
And we heard sometimes him being harsh will.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member But a Game

Love is but a game of false dice, sweet lies and oaths 
to tame pretty rebels for astute, overmastering gentlemen
- harsh, dishonest and less in love, who loan affection with interest 
and measure passion like coin recompense.

Harsh Walk Through Marsh

Harsh Walk Through Marsh

While I was walking through a marsh,
End of poem I read  had been harsh;
Was hesitating;
Poem devastating;
Cried on hankerchief that had starch.

Jim Horn

Trump wants to drain swamp and 
marsh as well.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Black tea, cold and harsh

Black tea, cold and harsh
Desiring to be everything sweeter
Charming
Sobbing, filling the cup
Salty and full of torments
The leaf, prisoner of his own
Marinating in those dark thoughts
Abyss and silent
That's how you make a black tea
Cold and harsh
Form:

Harsh Mistress

He was seeking rehabilitation from an addiction that due to heroine it had him a strangle hold and although we got him clean it still ended him, that's the price of heroine, a harsh mistress and unforgiving, which is how I lost my friend, who was just like my brother.

Harsh Reality of Life

Life is a series of event

Where something unfamiliar,

Magically become something we care and value,

Then that become everything we cherish in no time,

In the end, It just fades away, becoming more and more distant!

Harsh , but this pattern happens always!

Harsh Love

Do u love me do you? I lie awake at night wondering if your love is still true. Why do I wonder so? My feelings are true but what about you? Do u feel the same about I as I do you? Why does it feel like you have moved away? Why must I stay? Why must I ever feel this way!!!

Premium Member Harsh Eucarist

Blood soaks the streets in your name
Eating offal in the rain
The dogs of war are howling
As the rain washes it down the drain
Empty shells fall to the ground
Everywhere rotting bodies are found
We are bound, gagged, beaten and raped
Blood soaks the streets in your name.
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Her Tone Was Harsh

he did not respond
she said something generic
but her tone was harsh

he did not argue
she approached him angrily
did not work at all

he took some deep breaths
as he watched her veins popping
she was no expert

he left quietly
because rage had blinded her
and she could not see

Premium Member Are Poets Only Visiting

Perhaps poets are visitors from a distant 
planet, finding ours too harsh to hear
the heartbeat of a beautiful phrase. Or,
could they be nature's attempt to save us?

October 31, 2021
Originally posted in What Is A Poet
Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Harsh Or Quiet

harsh sleepless weary looming working traveling career stint respite renewal Delighting regaling jesting felicity promise quiet
Written: August 24, 2021 Diamante Poetry For Fun - Your Choice of Theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Diamante

Premium Member The Scent of Kindness

heave bursts from lips can both injure or heal
harsh words strike deep the bayonet’s metal
while kind words stroke soft as a rose petal
floral scent~ gardener’s sweeter appeal



AP: 2nd place 2022

Submitted on March 4, 2020 for contest KIND INK sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 3RD
Form: Verse

Censorship Reigns Supreme When Truth Is Harsh

Censorship Rains Supreme when Truth is harsh!!!....
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Harsh Reality

As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.

As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.

As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,

It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.
© Leo Kuwao  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Harsh Reality

Incarcerated in a prison of one’s tortured and twisted mind Is worse than any physical chamber that you could find. Languishing in an existence that fades in and out of reality With only turmoil and a total deficiency of tranquility. Fortunately as your mind decays and deteriorates into the void You embrace the phenomena that most people try to avoid.

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