Short Lambast Poems
Short Lambast Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lambast by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lambast by length and keyword.
lambast us baby!
strut your bombastic vocals!
forever..... your stage
-tribute to Freddie Mercury.....from stage-left, Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1977
Beautiful hearts
Eschewing love
Are philanthropic,
Unfurl sensitivity,
Treasure compassion,
Infringe benevolence,
Forsake comforts.
Unsung brave-hearts
Lambast injustice
January 1, 2016
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest: Beautiful Acrostic
They shot anything that moved,
anything filthy and poor.
Down with the proletariat!
The Prussians played cards
and praised red French wine.
They passed round the Vodka,
The Russians played cards.
Down with the aristocrat!
Lambast the filthy rich.
They shot anything that moved.
Frankly, you blew it, lost your cool;
you let loose and lambasted him.
Seventy-eight years, you ole fool,
frankly, you blew it, lost your cool.
You aren't ashamed? instead you drool.
Going to the pool for a swim?
Frankly, you blew it, lost your cool;
you let loose and lambasted him.
Excoriate means: abuse, assail, attack, bash,
belabor, blast, castigate, jump (on), lambaste
(or lambast), potshot, savage, scathe, slam,
trash, vituperate
Deplorables and Excoriables
Are many people who are excoriables,
We did discover are really deplorables;
Now exist,
And persist;
Find to be foes that are formidable.
Jim Horn
Used to touch my toes
Kick my legs in the air
Do exercises in droves
Like I did not care
Now I’m full of donuts
Potato chips and blue cheese.
My ankles are all puffy
I can no longer see my knees
Have not been swimming since ’98.
Weigh now more than a boxer’s weight.
I waddle to my well-deserved fate
Have no one else to lambast or hate.
once i was a contender
riding rough shed over feelings and sighs
i had a yearning light
my lambast kisses unmerited
I would unsmile
Brunettes took their vows
weeping away their beauty when I rode
once I was a lover, and they came to bed
Once I was a clown
breaking the silence of the night
i shone the correct anger
between sharp lyric
and loneliness
The Angels called on me
despite being alive
By Parizo Van Thulare
The echo of my rhyming
Making waves from the calcaneus up the nerve of auditory
Cleansing all which was blocked in tympanic membrane
This is poetry 's Lambast
The beauty of wisdom making Blast
This how i Cast
Hear them throb through the cortical cells
Storming and stomping as the dozer of Bells
The words through my lyics
The bond of my syllables
The fonts of the collabo
This is me the Commando
Parizo De Lá Poerto