Short Leniency Poems

Short Leniency Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Leniency by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Leniency by length and keyword.


Jealousy

Laughable when kids;
Treated with leniency.
Disturbing when growing up;
Seen with concern.
Bothering when adult;
Seen as a sickness!


Premium Member No Mercy

Wifey's been in an attack mode recently After an hour of tongue-lashing, ask for leniency Out of control Shattered my soul Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Form: Limerick

Premium Member No Mercy

Wifey's been in an attack mode recently After an hour of tongue-lashing, I ask for leniency Out of control Shattered my soul Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Form: Limerick

Hopeless Deniability

Words drift through lips so easily,
disbelief to broken promises made recently.
Void of decency,
although shrouded in secrecy.
Absent is life’s leniency,
awakened to unforgiving reality.
Heart yearning to rest peacefully,
so it seems souls never love evenly.
Form: Rhyme

Clumsy

good intention- bondage
bows knotted- time criss
crossed spirit sudden
(whisked off) lost &
gone with convenience-
holy voodoo sermon 
of leniency- forgive me
for your fractured fist
is my bloody wrist-
hallelujah hideaway-
pride likes to play
poses to pacify- quite
a clumsy clod


Local Champion

In the neighborhood, some conqueror born,
Another color blending with fawn:
On his forehead, a sitting half horn.
In the flesh of the rest, a thorn
But among them just brightly shone! 
All his moves of leniency shorn…
The others offering only the chances to mourn.
All these, after their True Champion was gone…
Nothing else Local Champions fully trust,
Their ungovernable hands  of iron, a must.
Form: Rhyme

Patience

Patience

They say patience is a virtue. 
Agreed,
But too much patience also 
turns to misfortune.
Misfortune that deprives, 
misfortune that hurts. 
This ' patience' some have and 
some lack.
Both are hurt by it, no leniency 
for either.
How shrewd it is. 

How i hope to find a safe zone 
within this cunning one we call 
Patience. 

Too much patience also turns 
to misfortune.

Misfortune that deprives, 
misfortune that hurts.

Premium Member I'M In a Ny State of Crime

Placated and simply set free
In NY it's a matter of degree
Bail's not always necessary

They didn't harm, only robbed
how terrible could that be 

Felons will be back at your door
looking for more,
of what you worked for

No longer detainees
it's almost guaranteed
they'll take what they please

Pols want you to appease
and forgive the sleaze
just give them keys

But, you might eschew PC 
and leniency 
after losing  all that you had

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