Short Let Down Poems
Short Let Down Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Let Down by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Let Down by length and keyword.
You wouldn't sacrifice love for your own selfishness,
would you?
You wouldn't let down your biggest fan,
would you?
MC
The water shimmered on the bay.
The sailboats all went out to play.
Mary let down her hair
by the water there -
all on a summer's day.
Life’s gift he received,
A toy to play thought to be-
Heavens were let down!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 January 2016
Why do I move so swiftly
from here to there?
My mind runs amok.
I see what is not true.
A message invisible.
Read by my desire
to be in demand.
Why do I move so swiftly
from here to there.
My mind runs amok.
I see what is not true
a message, invisible,
read by my desire
to be in demand.
Lost
Gone
Deserted
Fallen
Can't get up
Struck
Let down
Can't move on
Despaired
Look deeply into her soul
You see it clear
This girl
This woman
Is broken
the oracles of light
a symphony in sight
transform herself
into the Aurora Borealis
let down her maple hair
we share the
same starry night
A fearless knight in shining armor
On his way back from battle
Outside a maiden's tower
Climbing her long golden hair
Because she is a prisoner in her own castle
Sharp pain in my side! Big reaction!
For a stabber I'll show no compassion!
I search 'neath my clothes;
Oops! No crime, I suppose
When Sir Underwire is the assassin !
No clothes
to wear
No time
to spare
So say
a prayer
Let down
your hair
Why can't
I stare?
You are
all bare
take it from me
sucess is my key
mabe let down
i fpunds ways to get around
its part of the mine
don't let failuer make you blind
be on the sucess line
you don't have to be
A
FAILURE
a perfect dream,
wonderous seam
like a fairytale song
i am caught in the dream
don't wake me up
for i will be let down
a wistful dream
a happy sorrow
i am caught in the dream
These days silence rules the darkening hours
It echoes through halls of solemn air
As she awaits illumined moments
When she’ll let down her guard
And issues in solace sounds of dawn
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I remember once dating a clown
In the sack he was such a let down
He was missing one ball
And his todger was small
It’s no wonder that he wore a frown!
11~12~17
She let down her guard
But he was a fraud
he wanted one thing
she wasn't going to give it to him
so he beat her and took it
then cast her away
now she crys on the curb
waiting for a new day
Form:
i stood
did it was understood
tho i hope
i couldn't
to get them to stop
it was a in my block
they move around
i felt let down
so i went back to my lab
felt rejected
trying to
HAILING A CAB
I don't feel love
or maybe
I don't want to feel it
I've become too attached
to so many people
then in a flash
a turn of events
I am let down
thrown to the curb
unwanted
unloved
once again
Didn’t think I’d be here
writing all this down
guess I want to remember
how it feels to be let down
so next time when I see
this all repeating again
I’ll know to read this poem
to bring back all my pain
Form:
To this windily increase
One, more chilling reacts:
"Sighs of men accumulated!
And articulated!
On Love's new track, setting out
With skied hopes dawning
Then let down of, all too soon;
Like sunset at noon.
I've been homeless and I've owned homes
Each time in love with the girl of my dreams
I've walked down some lonely streets alone
Been let down by love twice over it seems
Life's mysterious riddles of reds and greens
There was once a lady called Ms Jack
Who lived near a grass region called Tack.
When prickled by the grasses
On her way with her glasses.
She let down her glasses and her Jack.
For Andrea's "Show Me The Funny" Contest.
The after Christmas “let down” is upon us
All the hype is over, back to life's regular stuff
Let's keep it alive
Let happiness survive
We can do it no matter how difficult or tough
© Jack Ellison 2015
The sun beats down on my garden's back --
Looking up, I squeeze my eyes tightly
Seeking a cloud that will let down
Her skirts...
I mumble a prayer for moisture
As once-staunch squirrels slump
Their faces drawn, like withered leaves
The artist Susan Lawrence
Can quickly let down her hair
And peel off all of her clothes
To dance in the open air
Her lust for life is endless
But always pauses to paint
Leaving us all VERY grateful
The artist was not born a Saint!
GET-DOWN LET-DOWN
He took rhino muzzle excrescence
For boost of his hoped for tumescence
But in spite of big dose
From a pachyderm‘s nose
It was useless with no acquiescence
29 June 2019
For Humorous Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin