Short Havoc Poems
Short Havoc Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Havoc by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Havoc by length and keyword.
the pitter patter
little feet of rain unkempt
needs to hibernate
wicked still ~ harsh tornadic
spin that upended Nashville
3/3/2020
‘Cry “havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war‘
(Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1)
Let’s cry peace and not release the dogs!
There once was a witch in Vancouver
Who traded her broom for a hoover.
She encountered a glitch
When she turned on the switch
'Cause the hoover took off and pursued her.
Our mommy always complains
About mess that we created
But I’m thinking: ‘We are kids!’
And give advice to all the mommies:
‘Stop screaming, hollering and crying
We will clean up, I promise!
Next Thursday!’
I am Havoc
born in a Maelstrom
of raging Chaos
that forms perfect Pandemonium
where Calamity breathes Mayhem
birthing Devastation
so my advice to you my dear
give Billy Joel a call
he may just be the lunatic
you are looking for
OKC 6/22
the morning breeze barely stirs the smoke
from last night's blasts and fire
from the artillery,
smoke sluggish with the suffocating stench
of gunpowder, burnt wood and
pulverized masonry,
yet, in this battered building, in an ugly crack,
is a lovely nest rebuilt by one
now joyfully chirping.
Pandemonium packs a powerful punch,
persisting pitifully in its path.
Such a pretentious, pernicious prat,
pilfering everything;
Producing panic.
I’ll make pandemonium pay;
Penning a poem that puts
Pratt pandemonium in it’s place,
permanently.
10-23-2020
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest
Poet Destroyer A
An introduction to the I, not known through the eyes of the clouded.
Our nature, strained by duality.
Dedication of words hold hostage to expression.
Our spirit, lingering in strife.
The birth of strength, overrode by insecurity.
The playful innocence, disowned.
The core waits for forgiveness, from the self-absorbed.
Waiting patiently, havoc surrenders to the unknown.
Form:
Tries to be ambitious
At Least once in a lifetime to be called precious
Society taught to be cautious
Uncertainty was seemed
Everyone thought that they were schemed
Couldn’t fit in the field
Plasted with a smile
Thought to dry the nile
Of her dreams to be fine
Once in a lifetime shown a minute shine
They was nil to call mine
Her locked emotions were nine
Wanted to be loved once by luck
But was in a hidden havoc.
'Tis like I walk knee deep in mud
Where once though I was gliding,
Had my heart misunderstood
You now seem undeciding.
Love I thought came to the fore
My eager heart was flying,
Yet now it lay upon the floor
Were all my hopes now dying.
I dared not guess, nor enquire,
I was awash with dread,
Oh how love, rife with desire
Wrought havoc with my head.
Entry for
STRAND CHOICE A,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by brian Strand.
9/3/2020. Placed 3rd.