Short Injures Poems
Short Injures Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Injures by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Injures by length and keyword.
Two Rights That Make a Wrong
Freedom with free actions
Injures liberty...
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Categories:
injures, freedom, satire,
Form:
Couplet
Insightful Leader
Injures peace
Jails justice
Fattens culprits...
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Categories:
injures, power, satire,
Form:
Triolet
It Is a Sword
it is a blunt sword
that injures the meek
that malicious finger...
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Categories:
injures, integrity, power, satire,
Form:
Triolet
Differentiating Specifics
change injures oneness
gender identifies contrast
warming division...
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Categories:
injures, gender,
Form:
Haiku
Injured Pride
White Cadillac
waiting for her.
Black night shadows
hide crimson lips.
Rude passerby
tosses a coin.
It injures more
than just her arm.
Someone's daughter
of meager means....
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Categories:
injures, abuse, addiction, dark,
Form:
Verse
Liebesleid
LIEBESLEID
Love’s sorrow
Not like a dagger thrust
Blood will congeal
The cut will heal
A loss of love though?
Injures the very soul
Mortal mind may forget
Liebesleid eternally says “not yet”...
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Categories:
injures, lost love
Form:
Tanka
Horror of War Injures Us
Bombed out of our comfort but the children do not see
Keep it from our sweet babies, so they will be on track.
Despondent, bereft, discouraged, my husband and me.
Wisdom prevents us from burdening our child’s back.
Horror of war injures us, the simple every day masses.
Accepted by whom? The untouchable richest of classes.
Written 9-28-2019
Contest: Make It Six Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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Categories:
injures, children, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Built Up
I sweep up the dirt but it is still there.
Soon the handle to the broom breaks.
What am I supposed to do?
I decided to leave it there.
Days and days the dirt gets bigger and bigger.
Till it injures my Health.
Why didn’t I stop it before hand when I had the chance?
I try to use the broom again but it keeps breaking and breaking.
Then I finally allow myself to get help.
I allow my hands to help me out.
I guess we all need a helping hand.
When things become BUILT UP....
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Categories:
injures, life,
Form:
I do not know?