Short Intimidation Poems
Short Intimidation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Intimidation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Intimidation by length and keyword.
daunting intimidation
stifled articulation
I have no voice
a dawning revelation
singing in elation
I have a choice
Think First
Unintentional
intimidation occurs
insensitively.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 2, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
There is one thing that you should know:
Intimidation is a show
Although its not large
A cockroach will charge
A little BS helps things grow
No More Smiles
Intimidation
used as a tool, a control…
obliterates smiles.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 2, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
The proud boys fill Trumpenstein’s need
His pardons saw oath keepers freed
They’ll serve this nation
Intimidation
And feed our great narcissist’s greed
Nations with intimidation
Try to change many a nation
Christian nation; Hindu nation,
Sikhs nation and Muslim Nation...
Could not, we, poets with affection,
Bring about true resurrection...?
Bumblebees kiss Lamb's Ear
Drink nectar from tiny blossoms
I dare not go too near
For their sting is very awesome
Inspired by Brian Strand's latest contest
but not an entry..
Awesome: Intimidating
Call a spade a spade
Take no chance
Of intimidation
Except your right
dont mean nothing
To you
So when you are been
Moved around like
A sheep
Stand up for your
Self and
Call a spade a spade
I have always been afraid of an empty book's first page.
The blank intimidation, no expression, silent glare.
I thought fictitious phobias could disappear with age,
But fears are caught between the lines and clarity is rare.
Breathe
Your suffocating me, feels like I can’t breathe.
The constant accusations, insecurities and intimidation
Always insinuating, like I got something up my sleeve.
Makes me just want to leave you, but I can’t I need you,
You made sure of that.
tyrranical intimidation
cuts down freedom
and cuts down
love, let the
towering tyrrany
fall to ash
that cannot blow
blow to fire again
let the republic
rise from tis
small cinders
and grow
to a blaze
that was
once my home.
Cruz croppin' cruz control,
contralateral craw fishing on the soul-
grounding intimidation,
growling conversations,
growing in the grooms greatest advantageous...
Glowing-
gory the launch pad goal,
cloning calamity's spindrift off the walls of the show.
He stands in that corner
His No!’s stumbling out
Like daggers
His foot raised high
Suddenly dropped to the ground
An intimidation
Or is it emphasis
His decision locked in tight
His appearance nothing
But a turn on
Little Mr. Cloudy
And his angry sex appeal
?
Why
are
Marines
and Army
Soldiers fighting in
Afghanistan and
Iraq, against the Taliban and the Al Qaida
Against an enemy who hides in the mountains,who once ruled by intimidation
We are not winning these wars, we are merely a placebo,being injected into an infection
of radicals, when will it end
A gun is like a child
It needs to be handle
With kid gloves
No quick movements
No jerking or playing around
Because it has a quick temper
And will go off
A gun can take a life
And destroy one in the process
A gun can save a life
And protect one when you're
In danger, it is a means of
Intimidation
The page comes up out of the computer and laughs at my consternation.
She glories in my hesitation, sticks out her tongue and pokes fun of me.
Don’t let her bully us, my muse says,
grabbing my fingers and typing any dhramned thing.
I am horrified, until I realize my muse is right.
I type through my intimidation.
The silence shushed the baron
claims slipped through the photo door
imagination or intimidation
the silky fox spreads on the floor
Sticky situation
former lovers of brothels
and whores
tell me what's in store
Eyes closed to the sheepish grin
Blocked off from her sin
Rape me again and make me feel
Nothing else is real
In this garden I sit in the turf,
And miles away in the sea he surfs.
On top of the world he stands tall,
My confidence at my beck and call.
A sense of inferiority and intimidation beckons,
A need to ignore and get into stride I reckon.
I won't get slain, my aspirations won't foil,
A perfect stain, I will live in the soil.
(ATTADZEH)
“Nobody can stop my freedom…
Intimidation cannot break me or stop me,Never!
I’ve developed thick skin to fear,
Even though I’ve lingered for so long in this state,
This is the time to walk away..,
Walk away from slavery and selfishness,
Then my heart will possess.. liberty,
Liberty with wings that will enable me to fly…high…”
12-16-2016
The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog
of underlying epistles,
causing my soul to shudder
I feel as heavy as a mountain,
but I'm only a molehill
on the edge of earths bend
my hands, he says
are too small
to write big
so I stick to the surface
and scribe
of faint occurrences
that define naught
because he's fearful
of my poems truth
There was a day when my brain turned against me
thirsting for daily dose of medication.
My thoughts grew dim and every day more cloudy
as if in fear of some intimidation.
I fought against growing sense of agony
words eluding my desired ambition.
But the day came when the lights came back on
Words spewing forth in an unending ribbon.
Fingers are wrongly pointed in accusation
Assuming poems are written for intimidation
Voices raised in needless defense cry aloud
As they huddle and mutter among the crowd
Consider how your allegations must sound
As you toss foolish words and slurs all around
Don't defame those whose troubles you don't know
You've no reason to sow weeds where poets grow
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
Now your streets are overgrown
with poison pansies, weeds, and thorns.
At night there's rape-intimidation and extortion.
Just beyond their fragile little mind border.
A dollop of tear gas and a couple of weed whackers.
And they'll scurry back down their rabid holes.
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
I've posted a piece, called "mean girl," that's longer than the poetry section allows.
In the "Short Story" section.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary. *shrug*
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/mean_girl_10557
If you bother, I hope you like it!
The warrior
not to be reckoned with
fear, intimidation his domain.
In his prime,
many battles were fought,
hands stained with the blood of innocence.
Why? you ask,
a name had to be made,
for he who is feared is respected .
Time kills him,
a fight he can not win,
in his frail shell he awaits his death.
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