Short Histrionics Poems

Short Histrionics Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Histrionics by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Histrionics by length and keyword.

I know some may
prefer the way
  of folks direct, up front

Some love panache
forthright and brash,
  outspoken as you want

Some may prefer 
the crash and blur   
  of histrionics bolder 

But as for me 
I'd rather be   
  tapped gently on the shoulder


Written 13 June 2022

© John Watt  

"Hey just give me a minute to level my locks"
                    She told her husband who was playing  a groan box
                                    He stopped his harmonics 
                                    And changed his tectonics
                       Used histrionics "you are running out of clocks"

© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty  

Time abides
              the exuberance of youth

Revels
         in hormonal histrionics

Settles
         into a relationship

Endures
         Love's fever and frost

Meanders
         through its moments

Embraces
           it's partners 
                           in life's final dance


6/8/2020

© John Lawless  

In a world where silence screams,
Attention seeks your every night and day.
Triggers lurk in screens turned white,
Flickering lights an endless sight.

Likes and shares, currency prized,
Validation sought, a dead end road.
In every utterance, a plea unseen,
For hearts and eyes, search endlessly.

Amidst the noise, a whisper groans,
No peace within, where this attention turned.

© James Mclain  

People, people, think it through,
the world should have ended
according to you.

This climate change hysteria
has you acting insane,
you've tried to convince us
with your crazy campaign.

Of course there are changes
our planet goes thru,
but an apocalyptic end
just doesn't ring true.

So calm down your nerves
and put to rest your fears
the Earth will be just fine
for another million years!

© Mark Hughes  

People come, and people go
Poets are just the same you know
But what decides to where Poets travel
Please be free to say and unravel

Is it down to a desire to move on
Or take the huff and say it's not for I
Mm, maybe it's about histrionics
Leading to behaviour becoming chronic

Well then, shall we share and spill the beans
Boycott to detention with a slap on the wrist 
For if whomever fails, be read to has been
And miss the ass they've always kissed

© James Fraser