Short Insolence Poems

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


Premium Member Highland Whispers

Highland whispers, echoes of innocence
Noble virtues of man, bereft of insolence
Highland whispers... life's pristine existence.
Form: Tristich


Premium Member Jazz Album Whispers

A jazz album whispers

false hopes arise
the bravado of lionhearts descend

only to be
swiftly rebuked
by insolence and apathy

Misery

Meet me at the end
Inside the fire we'll begin
See what you've done to these men
Even Ive had enough of this
Realize that you have sinned
You will burn in your insolence
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Redemption

Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin 
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed

Premium Member Profascist Enforcements

The profascist enforcements 
with lead jacket endorsements
will rate your performance 
dispatching with diligence 
violence and indifference 
the idea of innocence 
and rebrand it insolence.


Thank you for your attention on this blather.


There Is a Place,

there is a place,
where no fool is allowed
(-is it heaven or is it hell-)
no one knows and no one cares
for they all treat each other like fools
and pay no mind to such insolence as them
for they sing songs of fools
and they don't care where they go in the end.

.12.28.2013.

My Supple Whip

Supple, limber perfect leather
Graceful in it’s agility when I
wield it by hand. 
Supple are the contusions upon 
your back as I teach you
to tease my attack-

When I train you, bull whip in hand.
Supple is your insolence- soon it shall
No longer exist, 
after my punishment.
Darling I love you so supply and intimate.
© Amy Green  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

I Turn In Silence

Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter

"ever royal and keen"
this shadowed walk
sends an obscene scene
as the world balks

echoing unending
showers of insolence
with no mending
of man's dissidence

I arise silently,
turn in quietude
from the violently
impudent multitude


Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter

Warlord of the 21st Century

Small visions
Staggering insolence
muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts 
lay in feathered wasteland

Spinning tongues imperial  platitudes 
Right of passage  misguided 
impenetrable to the bone
 
The shake-up 
Sharks teethe to flesh
an agent of defilable means
It scathes the soul 
of the inveterate, the young
and feasts upon its own.

Much Insolence Horn Haiku

Much Insolence

Has much insolence,
President to be and soon
So hard to believe.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Wrote this after hearing Trump's
latest news conference and
Comey's comments along with
Trump's relationship with Russia.
Also, hearing about his decline in
popularity has been frightening.
This whole thing is getting scary.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Chaos

Man is lost to doom,
thirsting to soar higher —
higher than immortal skies

Pride often flames
the haughty paths
to the lions' den

Yet, danger to man,
remains unseen as
greed fuels his lust to glory,

Insolence wrestles nature,
and conceit glooms the
sight of his willful mind

Man is lost to doom,
his ego swings the air
till the abyss hugs his soul.

I Can'T Sleep

I can’t sleep. 
A poem by him. 

The days go by like the wind. 
Though the wind never passes. 
Wind is a cycle, one that can only be broken by our insolence. 
I can’t sleep. 
Not when the evil of I looks back to me in the mirror. 
Why can’t I see a person? 
I can only see roaches and rats feasting on this dying planet. 
Not even I can see the man in the mirror. 
I can only see a raging fire.
© Marc Os  Create an image from this poem.

We Have Destroyed the Drowsy Silence!

I’ve found real consolation
And you can see my jauntiness
I’m not afraid of deviation,
I don’t have a fear for disgrace.

I’ll buy 2 tickets to nowhere,
I’ll try somehow to progress.
You can dismiss and also dare
All feelings clearly express!

And everything is obvious, delightful.
You think it must be insolence.
Oh, don’t be shy and so much frightful:
We have destroyed the drowsy silence!
Form: Verse

Premium Member Love In a Bottle

Crystal Noir by Versace
Truth by Calvin Klein
Eau de Cartier
Armanis Life

Oscar de la Renta Oriental Lace
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Nina Ricci Belle de Minuit
Vera Wang Princess

Dolce & Gabbana The One
Lancôme Hypnôse
Guerlain Insolence
Dior Midnight Poison

Calvin Klein Euphoria
Estée Lauder Beyond Paradise
Cacharel Amor Amor
Anna Sui Romantica Exotica



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Premium Member Six honest serving men


Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment

Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin 
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed

Begin

One
abundantly provides
(bread and fish)
left-overs times twelve; 
seated in groups,
man, woman, child,
this time, 
eating fullness.

‘Eat me,’ invitation.
‘Breathe my breath.’
‘Greet me.’

On Friday,
death falls 
all undone
by reckless love,
in crux of times:
Sunday.

Harvest-seed,
dirt-planted,
sky-yearning,
multiplies.

By hatred, insolence, apathy,
undeterred,
the seed -
the lavish gift persists.
So, begin.

Return To Dust

Crass ignorance doth propel my heart to anguish, 

Why have thou forsaken me?, 

Is it just for my pithy pleading to wither in the valley of the damned, 

Shall I be cursed to my geography and mine parents whims, 

What insolence has mine cretin thoughts winnowed with these allusions to Science, 

Pray for me Providence for the hour of my reckoning draws nearer, 

Mine blackened heart I give up wholly to you, 

Do with it as you must, as One is Born , One must return to Dust.
Form:

Premium Member The Fall

The signs all read south
Beneath a cannibal
Who shoots off at the mouth

Suffocate in silence
Because none bear witness
To the voracious violence

Entombed in innocence
We were the last to believe
Even amid such insolence

Eight years erased
With glee by a tyrant
Leaving a legacy defaced

The bald eagle has broken wings
No longer able to take flight
And Uncle Sam solemnly sings

But anything that shall rise
Will one day fall
An American Dream left brutalized

Mama's Love

Little baby, lying in mama's arms
Tell us how diff'rent her affection is
(Especially to those made deaf
In the arms of insolence)

Tell us that every word from her tongue
Is a berceuse, making you sleep
On the cradle of boon
Not on the hammock of bane

Tell us that every touch made by her hand
Is a panacea, making your withering hope
Prolong its life
Making your dim future a golden sunrise

Tell us that her every kiss
Wipes your tears away
And her every hug
Brings you warmth and joy every day

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