Short Ironclad Poems
Short Ironclad Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ironclad by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ironclad by length and keyword.
Nerves can play havoc
worst type of prison
one’s life is a hell
just the simplest thing
sets off an alarm
slave in ironclad chains
This Father’s day I’m grateful for remembering a truth that’s ironclad…
How any man can father a child…
but it takes time, energy love and patience
for that man to become a Dad.
Time always move
Forward not backwards
The future has already
Been written and engrave
By the lord, and no man
No plot nor plan will prosper
Even if the plan seems ironclad
It will never change what
God has in-store for his people
He is the power, just call upon
with prayer
Three US peace proposals for Gaza
Bibi Netanyahu accepted every one
Sinwar of Hamas turned them all down
Then Hamas murders six hostages, gangland-style
And Biden-Harris puts Netanyahu on trial!
Where is the pressure on Sinwar and Hamas ~
Or is America’s ‘ironclad support’ for Israel just verbal gas
Though within me
I feel red motions,
Burning up Earth's mountains
and plains,
Far away from Earth's green-blue ocean,
Still this red blood heart can sing:
We are sailing,
All EarthTribes now,
never health harbor
or safe port have we known.
Our Anthropocene
surfs the ocean we travel regathering
red ironclad Earth
blues our green
boat
home.
The blackness chases me; relentless in its pursuit...
Like a falling wall of guilt, I could not repute...
Anxiety grips me at every turn...
I'm in an endless cave with a dark lantern...
It's like looking up from an empty grave...
Like being terrified, but acting brave...
I have thrown away all I had...
There's no returning fate; it's ironclad...
Rise as the sunflower who turns to face the sun
Ascending to a high level of perfomance
Integrating the life lessons in the journal
Named sometimes as experiences or teachings
Becoming an ironclad seal of the tested
Occasions that proved to test you without knowing
Wanting to change for receiving a new outcome
Nayda Ivette
12-25-2015
As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
Sometimes I feel sad maybe even mad
That's when I like to go to a place
Where my rhymes can be cad or bad
They might even make you glad
Always strive to be ironclad
Possibly start a fad
A new world to be had when I'm on the keypad
Feel free to gad
This place will never be a doodad
Everyone is welcome even if your a nomad
The place is rad
Its called Wattpad
2/2017
Sometimes I’m guilty of making a bad decision,
when thinking no farther ahead than that day.
Something in my day perhaps clouds my vision,
or before my decision i didn’t take time to pray.
For each life decision there’s a consequence I’ll pay,
and this payment may be either beneficial or bad.
I won’t let negativity make it’s base in my day,
prayer doesn’t make decisions all appear ironclad.
As I sat with Edgar Allan Poe,
my heart beat like a so-and-so.
I invited him in for tea
and, as that the son-of-a-gun looked at me,
I looked at him through my filmy eye,
and asked him if he could deny
that if I was anything, I was not mad,
that my case was ironclad.
He had the disposition of a grouch,
but, as a writer, he was no slouch -
though he made it his chosen mission
to exploit me without permission.
Who’s got your soul, dear friend?
You want so bad,
to have the times you had.
A chapter comes to an end,
another broken heart you’re forced to mend.
But with your wits ironclad,
you’ll soon see it’s not so bad.
Stick to the rules you often bend.
So tight she grips the magazine,
tears rolling down her face.
That time at her place,
it wasn’t her you’d seen;
society had set the pace,
and she was just another case.
Best you had,
Now that’s sad.
Well I’m glad.
I’m no fad,
I’m ironclad.
You alright,
Not so bright.
Can’t you fight,
With this spite.
Where’s the might.
Times ago,
Now shadow.
Left me low,
In the snow,
You now owe.
I then die,
When I cry,
To the sky,
Up so high,
When you lie.
Why is she,
More than me?
You love thee,
I disagree.
Lone latchkey.
In this blur,
This you stir,
And occur.
Amateur,
Saboteur.
Hard to stand up for what’s right
when POTUS gives up on the fight
Right away he abandoned Afghanistan
forsaking our own soldiers to the Taliban
For two years he’s supplied arms to Ukraine
but never sent what would recapture terrain
And now he’s all-in for a Gazan permanent cease-fire
fueling Hamas’ ‘thousands of October 7 massacres’ desire ...
Just part of POTUS ‘ironclad Israel support’ ~ the bald-faced liar