Short Insanities Poems
Short Insanities Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Insanities by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Insanities by length and keyword.
The infamy of War
Whether itself in victory, sacrifice or gloom of story
Eventually determines those who wait cast of bronze
Posed for its eternity, and a certain glory
She sits there upon a honeycomb
In a world of yellow hues
Nothing evil through those glasses
Nothing but good news
Everything is sunshine and honey
Or so at least she thinks
Shes stuck inside insanities lies
Happy and blank, she blinks.
April 3 TRUMP
The President of the United States
Republican Leader of the Free world
Uber ales nations
Muttering insanities
Preposterous Nonsensical tweets
April 3 Putin
Post Modern Leader
Uniting all the Russians
Triumphant against all enemies
Including the Great Satan
Nevertheless always living in fear
Underneath
Rock bottom
Empty bottle
full throttle
disregard
present tense
crumbling Castle
mended fence
fully engaged
Insanities remorse
Left to bleed
trial
No court
woke up
grateful
poised to win
Earth pulls
friendships end
Complacent
pavement
and my Face met
not the end
twist of fate I'm
try again
give your tears to time
let them run over my forehead
in waves of goodbyes
like tides of isolation
like this bitter fruit truth
still i wanna be the earth for you
even i can´t find no sacred tune
against all insanities
I m the trace of the white wolf
in sad snow i ll hunt for you,
i ll give you this mind,
a soil of unbloomed flowers
i ll give you all,
me, a little child in a lost ballon
Whispering
thoughts to one's idlest fancy,
Imagining feelings
to one's innermost soul.
Babbling inanities,
crying insanities,
Wondering, wandering
alone and alone.
Where does it take one,
where does it want one,
where does it seduce one
along the strange source
of forbidden mysteries,
of unexplored paths,
of untouched feelings,
of ecstasies unknown,
or unthought of.
Where will it end?
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The Looney Toon August Moon
David J Walker
Blame it on the moon
The monthly insanities
The nightly vanities
The comings
The going
the longings
In lonely mornings
The Moon is to blame
For all of the insane
Things I can name and
It is as plain as day that
The night might
Or might not sway things
Another way
In the light
Of a harvest moon
Setting south of August
The sweet scent of
Cooler air
Is on its way