Short Immune Poems

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


Premium Member Flickering Flame

facing unending criticism
vaporised self is immune
yet there’s a small chasm
since souls are out of tune

20-January-2023
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Cure and Curse

Age is a weary and bitter cure.
  Young women are now immune to my infectious charms…
the fevers of Youth have broken!

Premium Member At Risk

At Risk Haiku: by Tom 12/26/2020 Serious problem, compromised immune system. Some don’t show concern.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Zen mode

discordant notes of a lower realm
simply bounce off our auric field
empty like space we are immune
which is why we need no shield
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Always be vigilant

Nobody is immune to it.
It happens when we least expect it.
Criminals have got their eye on you.



AP: Honorable Mention 2026


Picture

Picture your world in coulourfull strokes
With Care and Abandon
Of a life worth living
Devoid of Wealth
and immune to Goverment Stealth

That Woman

Her heart a fortress
Her mind untamed
Immune to hypnosis
By roses and compliments
A thousand lovely sonnets
Wouldn’t make a difference
Form:

Back 2 School

Donald Trump says kids are immune
So classrooms must open - and soon!
If teachers die
We all know why:
Trump gets his facts from a cartoon!
Form: Limerick

Prisoner Of Sin

Allergic
to the truth
Immune
to virtues glow
One infection
plagues my soul
Whose cure
— my sin forgoes

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
sin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Eye of the Storm

watered-down
yet toxic 
shadows shout

jarring notes
discordant
deafens soul

the witness 
eternal
is immune

09-March-2023
Tricube
Form: Other

Love Shot

just
a prick
this won't
hurt a bit
until she

gets in
her mind
to find
another
lover

then you'll
discover
you 
are
not

immune
Form:

Premium Member Amethyst On Stalk

Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure”  bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Watch That Thought Ego Begot

poisoned pawn
temptation
look again

fears bemuse
desires spike
fearsome storm

mindful eye
tranquil heart
is immune

28-January-2023
Tricube
Form: Other

Premium Member Sea Anemone Toxins

Sea anemone’s tentacles toxins kill
But the clownfish has a special skill.
Poison immune
Will return soon
Bringing food to sea anemone, regular drill.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Last Not Least

Mundane cells not immune to death Upon exhale of final breath, Tenuous trails towards the past, Luminous legacy to last. July, 20, 2021
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Epidemic of Hate

If only hate was a virus;
we could immune
ourselves with love
that is pure.

Pity,
it’s a social disease—
susceptible to treatment
but impervious to cure.

Longevity

Your smile now leaves me immune
to your nearness
as she spits her spit
to stories of drought
amongst the crowded camp fire
where her salt tears are recoiled

Premium Member An Afterthought

nameless,
       moving on
a footnote
      of his 
         yesterdays:
now
immune
  to the pain,
a subtext
    of flesh&blood
long lost
in
fading
       memory
Form: Verse

Intellectual Aids

Academic Immune Deficiency,
the intellect under attack

Those powered to know, ivory towers enthroned,
dialectic—its meaning hijacked

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Be Thou Thus

fetters that bind require an anchor onto which to latch the breeze is immune as is the radiant sunlight reflected by a blissful moon 16-January-2023

Crustacean Is An Anthropod

Crustacean Is An Anthropod

A crustacean is really  an arthropod,
Who we found out was made by God;
Is immune,
To sand dune,
And never modified to place in sod.

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

Premium Member Ravages of Time

Even the most powerful fall in the end No matter the prestige they fall like all men Tycoons with fortune Lowly street urchins No one's immune, time does not bend
Form: Limerick

Here I Am

Here I am, a rambling being.
Yet I’m completely silent.
Here I am, a suffering nothing.
Yet I’m so immune to pain.
Here I am, becoming a something
Yet I can never be full again.
© Gwen Dixon  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Ravages of Time

Even the most powerful fall in the end No matter the prestige they fall like all men Tycoons with fortune Lowly street urchins No one is immune time does not bend
sad
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Ravages of Time

Even the most powerful fall in the end No matter the prestige they fall like all men Tycoons with fortune Lowly street urchins No one is immune, time does not bend
Form: Limerick

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