Short Impious Poems

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


Impious Termination

no more canting be--- Sincere
genuine with real------Hope 
integrity which only--- Enriches
proves all true-----------Faith


Sacrifice

I brought me to find You
But after coming I knew 
You're unseen almighty

I heard message of sacrificing 
It’s my ego-impious being
But I sacrificed animal pretty!


-October 24, 2018 Chattogram

Premium Member -belly Button Madness-

his fingers map out subtle areas all over-- my belly button no exception, impious outlines, his goal to stir me…
*another "challenge" from Missy Nikko* :) 11/04/2011
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Too Much Wineberry

arilus . caliculus and cyclopia complain that the cheeseboard is to zesty but they are impious from brewing wineberry ! their in psychoanalytic reform


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member This Is For You, Dr. Suess

zesty ropedancer meaningfully hobnailed honeydew folklore evermore
myriad sunburn translocation sapiently mistaking your platypus
impious prognosticator gnaw mono recordbook thereabouts


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)


Premium Member Please Care

Please care.
Love's slants and spins have me dizzy.
Thy laughter's the star I navigate to
Thy voice a song I listen for
Thy touch I long for

Please care.
I make heated love's impious oaths.
Thy sigh is my pleasure as well
Thy smile is worth gold
Thy look my is my sun

True Master

Searching true master!

It's easy
Either physical or metaphysical,
Either earthly or spiritually,
Either religious or impious!

True master-
Peaceful solution
Those who can bring
Without any harmful happening
With sympathetic care 


- Thursday, August 8, 2019 Chattogram

Premium Member ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN AUG 17

an axiomatic   actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne 
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst

My Obvious Candidate

This years race for president is impious.
Making my thoughts ever so oblivious.
So I have made a my own decision auspicious.
If they should win, others would be envious.
That is why I shall vote a candidate so devious.
While others may say he is completely dubious.
At least I feel that this one is ambitious.
So I will cast my vote for, Captain Obvious.
Form: Rhyme

Chops of Insanity

In the mid summer hues 
Oh in the Kingdom of thee 
Pillars of lust so lofty 
Dither boneless men like bees 
Only to mesmerise the seer 
For its beauty & valhallain 
 A fine glass of amethyst 
Toped to its impious brim 
With a prime vermouth 
Titillated with placid fervours 
Vexed in secular cravings 
Fellated into an ebullience  
Oh shrivel mankind

Devilish Angel

her face bears an angelic look
it is her smile
that slightly impious smile
which gives her a devilish bearing
that smile, that beguiling smile
warm and altogether pixyish
still, it
whispers of midnight fantasies
and daylight delights
oh yes, it is the mouth, the smile
giving the impression
of dark, sensuous pleasures
and fleshly longings
as the halo hoverin' o'er her head
she looks down lustily and slightly tilts it
even angels can be enticed

Out of This World

Out of this world are my thoughts you see cause they are filled with and vitality 
infinite minds roaming these galaxy's exploring space and time vertures of all kinds.

finding mind blowing super nova that still await to be discovered,
and seen by man kind and to become known impious as if this kind
of existence was never before what that you hear is a knocking on the door.
so open up to reality and you will see that the truth his been hidden from humanity.
Form: ABC

Night Sounds

NIGHT SOUNDS
     By John T Haupt

Night sounds:

Crickets chorusing chirp chantingly, faint in the impious hum of climate-controlling boxes.

A dog's lonesome bark and a cat’s howl somewhere beyond the artificial light.

The clicking tap tap of me on my phone.
 
The silence where voices once sang in my head. 

When the growling boxes rest, winds push trees aside in a whisper.

But I have labors waiting in this symphonic hiatus of soft rest.
They usher me to bed.
© John Haupt  Create an image from this poem.

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