Short Ill Used Poems
Short Ill Used Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ill Used by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ill Used by length and keyword.
The Colosseum
Stone rests upon stone;
They glow in the light
As if to atone
For ill-used power and might.
Column on column,
Tier upon tier;
They weep with the knowledge
Of what happened here.
The cries are now quiet
But they echo still;
They’re heard in the silent
Sighs from these hills....
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Categories:
ill used, history,
Form:
Rhyme
October
Halloween rogues place outhouse upside down.
Nighttime, white sheets ghosts ride broomsticks sky high.
Felines cry topmost gates - they wail all-round,
while wives, mates make pleas, moans, a grief-worn sigh.
Sweet treats may stay ill used jokes - least homes try.
Porch lights turnoff - no bold gnomes, please, so late.
Take leave, new hallowed year-end night needs wait....
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Categories:
ill used, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Happy To Father a Baby
A complete neglect of the dirt
On his labored wife’s skirt
And the ugly one on his shirt …
An Ageing father’s mirth
Continues to squirt
From Son’s birth
That challengers hurt,
Intensely enjoying The Flavor
Of procreative Favor;
Happy to father a baby,
Already looking chubby …
Nothing to poor him shame
Now exceedingly safe his name
And that of his Ill-Used Dame....
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Categories:
ill used, age, child, joy, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
The Refused Is the Confused
Heart with Joy suffused,
Later Help refused!
So, No Hopes infused,
It’d remain confused…
A Factory Worker,
For twelve years Dock Worker;
One could not be great,
If one would just wait.
“Who does jams his gate
To walk with poor gait:
Who does ends up ‘Poor,’
About this ‘For Sure’
Denied sponsorship
He won’t sail his ship:
The Refused, Confused!
Confused, The Ill-Used....
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Categories:
ill used, absence, cry, humanity, money,
Form:
Rhyme
Daphne Has No Plans To Cry
Daphne has no plans to cry:
She shall another man try:
Not The Old with hairs to dye
Nor One others think might die…
Asking she has been: Why? Why?
She never for once did lie
To Mac with his Spurious Love;
Mic Mac to Pranks not above…
Mac, who’d call her Animal,
Twelve Times just The Minimal
Daphne would not dare to wait
For another on This Weight
Nor would she for same sigh
The Voice for Sighs never high…
Now, Daphne for Rebellion
Of an Ill-Used Battalion!...
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Categories:
ill used, anger, anxiety, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme