Short Inept Poems
Short Inept Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Inept by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Inept by length and keyword.
Brain Drain
No Pain
Feel Strain
No Gain
Brain Dead
Empty Head
Lost Thread
Softly Tread
Brain Old
Gone Cold
Nothing Told
On Hold
I'm at the entrance of you,
and I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to begin
to try to find my way in
without making a disqualifying miscue.
Totally Inept
Only those who are totally inept,
Failure never willing to accept,
And if hysteric,
Must be cleric,
Revealing secrets once well kept.
Jim Horn
Trump Prepared for Being Inept
Trump had prepared for being inept,
Either did rest or he slept and slept;
An example poor,
When he did snore;
Being bother to everyone on he kept.
Jim Horn
Trump Prepped for Being Inept
We think it happened while Trump slept;
Had appeared like he was being prepped;
Also contained,
And detained;
Could learn how to be completely inept.
Jim Horn
Nude, she stood alone in a copse of trees
Brine taste of sea air brushing her skin
Distracted mind, thinking of him
Should not be here, in this place
Circle glows somber green
A single misstep
Misspoken word
Tentacles
Drag her
Down
Intercept Being Inept
What we all did do was crept and crept,
And then pretty soon we would intercept;
Some might miss,
When in Congress;
Each person who is ignorant and inept.
Amazing how I keep coming up with
all of my poems. TV news are the
big instigators.
Jim Horn
Passion with the inept
Virtuous to respect
All wish to expect
As I walk to the valley of my own creation
A mist forms to hide my deviation
I frolic to my expectations
And expect the best sensations
I will myself to feel wanting
I stay still to feel I'm haunting
Can you see me? Can you hear me?
My suffering I'm flaunting
The journey of life is daunting.
My ego's appetite wanting
I could write a thousand words
and still fail to capture your
absolute beauty.
A thousand verses of sublime
rhyme and fall short of the
intent of my love for you.
A thousand dreams in the
glittering of stars, all is
nought to where you take
me.
And the love song that I write
would only emulate the
beating of this heart, a long
slow pulse of absence.
I take the hand of my muse
in thought and feeling, ever
to caress that day when I
first said I loved you.