Short Isis Poems
Short Isis Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Isis by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Isis by length and keyword.
Isis trawls the Nile,
Finds thirteen dismembered parts,
The phallus missing,
Sings, resurrects Osiris,
Fashions gold phallus, conceives.
Things ISIS May Lack
There are things that ISIS may lack,
And out of fear may be coming back;
In the news;
Read refuse;
To find reasons why brains will rack.
Jim Horn
Can't believe that ISIS may be
trying to make a comeback.
unassuming girl
winning personality
yet constantly teased
and what's exactly her crime?
name shared with terrorist group
*inspired by a true story*
Date written: 05/16/2021
Holy Egyptian Goddess
Magical Isis
Mother of the pharaohs
We seek your wisdom
Your truth is our truth
Your sons are our sons
Ancient sage
Soothsayer and prophet
We look upon you as our ultimate warrior
Heroine of our ancient myths
Mother oh Mother
Show us the way
THE CLIMATE CRISIS
The Climate Crisis
is worse than Isis.
Planet health
is more important than wealth.
The Corona Flu
may kill a few
but the Climate Crisis can kill all of you.
By: Carole O''Terry Duet
Copyright: 2/11/2020
"All Rights Reserved"
The creation of Zionists
brothers of destruction
they kiss and hold hands
extremists who fell in love
with the each other
depravity their brand
one and the same
dead babies be damned
When the oppressed
after thousands of white shrouds
mourning their losses
they still rush to save their
pets
The devil boils in his darkness
evil will never win
Limericks X
This is a more serious limerick:
The Abandoned Child’s Complaint
by Michael R. Burch
I hoped you might have loved me,
but you pushed me out to sea
like Moses, for some other
strange Egyptian mother:
Isis, Nefertiti.
Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother
You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child
You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind
Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty
You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads
The army of the evil living dead
Isis is a goddess of magic stars
shooting like diamonds shielding
a childs dreams Patroness to nature
a defender of the dead timeless
giver of life garden of life
oases every stars a child every
Constellation a shield men her
warriors the sky a bed of hope
a silken blanket nature her weapon
to wield.
sign Jona Love
my isis poem written sept. 16th, 2015
She cried
All the tears
Of her body
Of his heart
Of her mind
Until
Only his soul
Can reveal herself
Can transform himself
In the flood of the Nile
This is the way it is
That flew away
The first Imperial Aquila
Lonely
Heavenly
Invisibly
In search of fourteen pieces
Stolen
Scattered
Dismembered
Of her Love
Aby, New York, 20th May 2022
Commander-In-Chief Obama, you need to call steady air strikes until you have blown ISIS TERRORIST GENOCIDE KILLERS off the face of this earth! They are even beheading little children who will not convert to Islam Jihad! No one on this earth is safe as long as they and other terrorists of their ilk exist. They say they will hang their flag in the White House, it's time to take care of business
NOW! NOT LATER! :(((
People choose your side
Know that you are satisfied
And if you are defeated
Wonder if at home you’ll be greeted
But returning will not always work
Especially if you are a terrorist jerk
Then what remains of your family
To a UN refugee camp they’d flee
Holding severed heads is not photogenic to us
And is taboo outside of the ISIS fuss
For you are branded then
A Terrorist and damaged goods until your own end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Goddess may'st thou bless me
,thou of most divine mien.
guide thou my steps in life's
journey of dangers rife.
May I be above wrath
and not stray in thy path,
and find thy torch in gloom
of darkness's death fumes,
fleeing death's pavilion
so that I may ascend
thy stars bajillion
as the world I transcend
to live in what is divine
by grace of the muses nine.
May Maat find my soul divine,
my heart,nature's benign sign,
and I with virtue dine
in justice's holy shrine.