Short Meted Poems
Short Meted Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Meted by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Meted by length and keyword.
A Message
Honey, I miss you
Worry not my appetites
Sue at beck and call.
My needs are fast and few
Be well meted out by Sue...
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Categories:
meted, funny,
Form:
Tanka
Dumpster Fire Pharma
Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches...
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Categories:
meted, business, crazy, drug, health,
Form:
Limerick
Henry and Anne
Anne Boleyn Condemned
Declared England's Floozy
Grotesque Henry Imposed Justice
King's Law Meted
Nobles Obediently Praised
Queen's Reasonless Subjugation
Testosterone Unequivocally Vindictive
Widespread Xenophobia
Yielding Zeitgeist
11/13/2021...
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Categories:
meted, history, london,
Form:
Abecedarian
Sadness Grows
I see you little flower
Bright and quick
Spiralling in your own
Desiccated gown
Of earth and dust
Sadness grows
In the crack of broken
Concrete
Calling to
My pedestrian
Tendencies
Careful
Once
Meted out
I will
Trample around your
Petaled face
As I lumber through
The
The streets
In the
Cold light of morning...
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Categories:
meted, allusion, depression, flower, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Living Right
Living Right
Written: by Tom Wright
6-30-2016
If clothed in righteousness by his blood,
divine wrath, we will never have to face.
Though trials come upon us like a flood,
They’re preparing us for a better place?
If following Christ we need never fear,
our judgment meted on that final day.
But “I know you not” many will hear,
for rejecting Christ and failure to pray.
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Categories:
meted, god, jesus, judgement, prayer,
Form:
Lyric
Verbage Stew
I salt the soil of my mind
spew forth a regurgitated mash
of syllables and vowels
meted out in a rhythm
only a lunatic could dance to
Buy me a package of
instant identity- a dash of Plath,
some Tagore for good measure
that I would no longer be distracted by
the sound of my own pen tapping
on an empty page
Deceitful brain!
How you've betrayed me
Your promise is dry ink
and screeds of nothing...
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Categories:
meted, angst, introspection, life, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Essence of Heart
A single entity
Supporting
A Flawless network.
A Labyrinth of tubes
On a shattered
foundation.
A lifetime of
battling
Invisible demons.
The truth stares
back.
Conversations with
the mirror.
Vengeance meted
against allies.
Surrender to life.
Searching for
something to die for
The absence of which
Makes us unworthy.
The part of you
That keeps you
alive,
Is the part that
Makes you live.....
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Categories:
meted, dedication, depression, faith, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
I do not know?
Yellow Shoes
Yellow Shoes
8/8/12
By: Sami LaRose
Yellow shoes
Mellow shoes
All along, the summers day
Where the grass is green, and the sky’s crystal blue
I sit their thinking memories of me and you.
The world turns to black and gray, and then everything is suddenly in a haze
I step away from the shadows, blacks, and grays,
And I was meted and greeted by the sunrays
The blacks all melted away, and turned to blues, and all of the grays
Turned into little yellow shoes...
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Categories:
meted, happiness, seasons,
Form:
Verse
Life-Death
Life/Death
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10.2016
Life, I liken,
To an endless stream of days;
All neatly sequenced,
Like a series of one act plays.
At God’s final curtain call,
Terminal bows are taken.
Remaining are scores of extras,
Abruptly shaken;
Beyond this final sunset,
A secured door is found.
Judgment at once is meted,
Mercy will no longer abound.
Each person bears a key,
But few will fit the lock.
Eternity has now begun,
With no more clock.
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Categories:
meted, death, life,
Form:
Lyric
Life Death
Life/Death
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10.2016
Life, I liken,
To an endless stream of days;
All neatly sequenced,
Like a series of one act plays.
At God’s final curtain call,
Terminal bows are taken.
Remaining are scores of extras,
Abruptly shaken;
Beyond this final sunset,
A secured door is found.
Judgment at once is meted,
Mercy will no longer abound.
Each person bears a key,
But few will fit the lock.
Eternity has now begun,
With no more clock.
...
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Categories:
meted, death, life,
Form:
Lyric