Short Inaction Poems
Short Inaction Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Inaction by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Inaction by length and keyword.
an agenda beckons, we comply
action, inaction, both being same
in midst of many we are alone
there remain no demons to tame
No dream impossible to be realized, unless, by our inaction is betrayed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 February 2016
thoughtless inaction
seaside sickness spreads in waves
tsunami lays bare
taste wild strawberry
high mountain meadow sunset
thoughtless inaction
Trump A Major Distraction
Decided Trump is major distraction,
And trying to gain own satisfaction;
Never are sure,
If known cure;
Failures were due to much inaction.
Jim Horn
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Doing it in halves
is a half-life in action
for the inaction infraction
when job's half done
is a fearful act,
delivering defeat and failure
in measure brim full.
Sometimes you feel without aim
Yet all the time want your name
To bear moment and some fame
It feels awful to be game
To fate’s arrow that lands lame
And wants you just to be tame
Inaction’s an evil maim
Click, crack
Cuff, clap,
Boom, bang,
Bellow, blast,
Rattle, rumble,
Russel, ring,
Patter, pop,
Ping, peal-
Inaction owing
To the internal
Conflict,
Internally I
Shall belong.
Intention of action…
inaction pursues
Deflecting commitment,
with roadblocks infused
Intention of action…
step one and step three
Step two is the question
—of what comes to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Am A Distraction
Decided I am a distraction
Never receiving any satisfaction
Not meant to be moving
Or ever am improving
All due to much inaction.
Jim Horn
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passive inaction grows
aggressive inaction deepens
indifferent action vs. inaction conflict increases
within the past self
within the present self
within the future self
existing all at once
cluttered within the
current state of being
We all swore ‘Never Again’
to let a maniac terrorize millions
Never Again, Never Again
so swore pundits and wise men
A new Hitler's in front of us now
What’s our reaction?
‘Tsk, Tsk,’ Vladimir, you butcher’
~ as we stew in our inaction
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As bloated seas lap at doors.
As floods and storms batter on shores
Nations wait in climate inaction
because no one takes action
until it's almost too late,
By then, left to fate,
there's no track back
to make a comeback.
We're all done and dusted.
No Satisfaction With Inaction
We really do lack having satisfaction,
Due to governments glaring inaction;
Arms with ammo,
All should go;
Not doing duty did cause a distraction.
Created this after hearing some of the
South Florida high school students.
Jim Horn
Active inaction, bliss thunder
At play, within our form
Liquid light, luminous wonder
Divine magnetism warm
Soma nectar dripping
Heart elixir sipping
Rapture, oh so gripping
Deep meditation
Active inaction
22-October-2021
Quietus
So... she loves you
but must leave too
a frightening thought
yet, one so true
A book she writes
dedicated to you
in return she received
a mere line or two
Her doubts confirmed
by this blatant inaction
no plea for forgiveness
or promise of retraction
Lay
Our heads so deeply in the sand,
we thought it wouldn’t come
And would never heed its warnings,
our denial zero-sum
The result of our inaction,
this swamp we dwell within
The wolf now shed of Grandma’s robe,
—Armageddon to begin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove
Listen to poem:
You imbibe the diatribe,
quaffing the jibe for a bribe
to remain silent and acquiescing.
Struck mute to suit
your unfussed cowardice
in failing to speak up,
when you know the throng is wrong like you
to remain silent,
a seething flock in shock.
Inertia, inherent,
in the same inane inaction.
Corruption reigns while silence is served.
We hone their knives with indifference,
keep polishing their plates with our fatigue.
The reckless and the cruel—
they feast well, for the tables are laid.
A democracy isn’t taken;
it’s surrendered, a napkin at a time.
We end the banquet by taking the plates away.
Swirling currents within at play
Bliss mist bubbles making heart sway
Why would we choose to transcend form
When rapture unbound’s here to stay
Touch of God, both tender and warm
Gently inner glow does transform
Mind-body, soul and spirit one
Imbibe elixir of love swarm
07-February-2022
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character, I warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction,
yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
I must print a full retraction,
they're not grisly, they're just fine.
career path change
reconstructing future
self's realm of reality
by way of altering
present life path
reshaping the course
of inaction into action
not allowing path to remain the same
not allowing the current self to sabotage the future self
altering the space time continuum
creating an alternate future reality
I fear many things.
I fear I stay complacent in my own misery.
Time is of the essence,
yet action for change is unattainable
And I speak of change possible for myself,
which is perhaps the most upsetting point to note,
for my limits are set on a glass roof
I fear I will shatter with my feet on the ground.
I fear my own fear.
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction
Yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction
Yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!