Short Ire Poems
Short Ire Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ire by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ire by length and keyword.
Silent, sarcastic sneering
Dark, deadly deliberation
Ignoring ignited ire
Foolish fervor over fateful follies.
Jordan’s pilot caged in a fire
Was filmed and produced global ire
When we use napalm
It’s gift wrapped in a bomb
As our moral plane is much higher
There was a young man from Mayam
Who asked, “I’m in May?” (mai) “I am!”
When a woman said, “Liar!”,
he responded in ire,
“but madam, I’m Adam, Goddam!”
M-irth
I-n
M-ind
I-s
G-oing
A-gainst
M-ire
B-ecause
O-f
L-aughter
Topic: Birthday of Mimi Gambol (July 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
peering
into
the nightly
abyss
a surprise
the guest
awaiting
gently
she reeled him
inward
down, down
putting
his blistered
wings
to her
smoldering
ire
R-ise
O-f
B-eacon
E-ndorses
R-ays
T-o
B-ehold
A-s
R-adiant
T-ime
L-ets
E-vening
T-wilight
T-ire
Topic: Poet (Robert Bartlett)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Quench your desire, to quelch the ire.
Squish your wish, quell and welch on greed's glut
Be satisfied with a belch of gut.
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21 April 2017
In a dumpster at a house close to me
were the contents of a home bourgeoisie.
In the night, it caught fire,
which did fill me with ire;
was gonna dive for a velvet settee!
There once was a driver named Huck
who found himself down on his luck.
When he kicked the tires,
he incurred her ire,
got left by his self-driving truck.
He swallowed the little blue diamond
And that’s when his lady’s eyes widened
She bellowed her ire
That’s my best saphire
His ardour? Not harder nor hightened
A man who leaves home with "deprived spouse" ire
Is prey to ladies with wanton desire
His wife may be pure
But there's just one cure
For men who are primed to put out a fire!
J-oyful
E-yes
L-et
I-nside
Z-est
A-pply
B-etter
A-ntidote
L-etting
I-nvisible
A-ntagonist
T-ire
Topic: Birthday of Jeliza Baliat (April 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A new dawn wakes,to the Sun's great ire;
The rest are fakes:They have no fire.
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
At the zoo, at the primate houses,
their ire, at the watchers, arouses.
Before it’s all through,
they’re hurling their poo,
And sometimes it gets on their blouses.
The queen of rubbish raised her man’s ire
By not calling the king of trash, sire
She just refused
His ‘Royal Refuse’
So he raged into a dumpster fire
For Dumpster Fire Contest
Happy birthday, dear Lilibeth,
The sheepfold is free from God's ire;
The flock evades the second death
In the frightening lake of fire.
Topic: Birthday of Lilibeth Cuadra (March 10)
There are traits good romances require.
Two of them aren’t sarcasm and ire.
Bobby’s temper’s the worst.
Each relationship’s cursed.
Who’ll be burned in his next dumpster fire?
I swam in ecstasy for that fire.
Seized me nigh, lo, sweet body's ire
Drowning me 'neath hell's desire.
Let lips dim innocence
In foreplay's cadence
Tis flesh is yours
Forge our warmth;
Devour
Me!
She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love
And the sunset
"Let's spread the word of the Lord!" they exclaimed
"Knocking on doors - surely none could be blamed!"
It's simply a matter of time
Up the walls we will climb
Our inevitable ire will thus be inflamed
Mind makes model
Yoke yields yodel
Sign secret say
Touch treasure tray
Id informs ire
Calm cheer conspires
Apt aim attains
Live lovely lane
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2015
Singapore
Drowning anguish,
Black bleached seamstress,
In eyes share intimacy,
In life comes wonder,
An ire forelivid,
A tomorrow for two,
Stars wretched in darkness,
Breathing for the hand,
Of the dark ocean hue.
(Goddess of Faith)
F-ire of my faith
I-ron of my will
D-estiny of my fate
E-mber of my glow
S-oul of my spirit
October 6, 2022, 3:46 AM
For my daughter FIDES,
my primary inspiration for my works
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Is a pseudo-sire
Playing a lyre
Breaking a wire
By greased tire
Stepping in mire
Looking at a pyre
It’s all looking dire
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Russell Sivey
Loneliness
trumps anger
as love
wields its sword
No shielding
or armor
will lessen
or ward
Loneliness
a prison
its jailer
within
No ire
or fury
compares
— to its din
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)