Short Neglects Poems
Short Neglects Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Neglects by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Neglects by length and keyword.
youth owns the future
often neglects tomorrow
young days to borrow
Nettlesome Neville neglects the northern Navy
not cool since he is in charge of the biscuit gravy
He is good at peeling those Idaho potatoes though
Senior master chef on the U.S. Pocono
Who neglects to marvel
sun-up to sundown
at daily miracles all around
Water flows under snow
evaporation happens…
O how the paper cut burns
on which a sense of wonder turns
Shattered shell the pieces settle, succumbing to time
A spell so subtle.
A fog of complacency numbs the scrapes
As tendrils of memories seep deep-
Tunneling down twisting hard narrow vessels
Until the sickness settles.
This heart will stop-
When healing neglects.
My grandpa treats me well
He loves me
He treats me with kindness
He is kind to me
He is happy
I am happy, I love my grandpa
My grandpa treats me horrible
He “loves” me
He neglects me
He is scary to me
He is always angry
I am scared, I hate my grandpa
The Dreamer the fantasizer the Old Soul the caring the loving the sweet the innocent the beautiful soul
The one that cares too much the one who gives too much but always neglects himself
The poet the artist the writer the dancer The Storyteller the actor the drawer the painter the singer the musician
The emotional crying broken Pisces
A-nchorwoman of TV news
L-ets you know the report;
M-ass media broadcaster
A-ims to exert extra effort.
A-nchorwoman of TV news
N-ever neglects her noble duty;
G-iving nothing but her best,
E-arly twenty-third of January.
L-isten to Eagle News International,
E-ars and eyes you must use;
S-atisfaction is guaranteed by anchorwoman of TV news.
What's gone before consumes the now,
if he happens to allow it
What's yet to come torments his mind,
if he happens to permit it
He concentrates on uncertainties,
incites his own demise
Neglects the most important time,
until he finally dies
The end will come regardless,
of how he spends his time
Ignore the possibilities,
for instant peace of mind.
What could they be all about?
I'd tell you: For what we'd scout,
When our passions for them shout.
What groups cannot do without;
Once one neglects each a flout...
Cash crop farms say fertile lands,
The Builder Mason Good Sands,
Marching-to-War Soldiers: bands,
The Ring Fighter: two hands,
All Seasoned Smokers: their brands,
Newspaper Vendors: news-stands.
Book of Records: What is grand,
South Africa, now: The Rand.
She loved me
I loved her
She gave me all
I played her like a ball
I neglected her,
As a girl when she grows neglects her doll
I left her hurt
I broke her heart
As long as I live,
Myself I will never forgive
Clear rejection I gave
Now she will hate me until I go to the grave
In her heart I've now been banned
Insults, rejections and cursings I have earned
I loved, hurt, broke hearts, lied and now,
A hard lesson I have learned.
PoeticMonwa
to dwell in physical form
neglects our inner being
to breathe in essence of self
never owned by anyone
the drabbest of birds
sings a lullaby of hope
whereas the ostentatious
will try to drown out the truth
as hope is the last to die
its song
will be there for all
who wish to hear it
hope perches in the soul
folding its wings
around our fluttering hearts
Inspired by: ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’, by Emily Dickinson
The world is of many,
Young, old, rich and poor.
Yet some have no more than a penny,
But the rich still desire more.
Some have access to everything,
They are surrounded by maids and riches.
Yet most are surrounded by nothing,
And find themselves living under bridges.
Governments do the opposite of protect,
Greed and wealth run through it's veins.
The poor it constantly neglects,
Yet it charms them during untruthful campaigns.
Form:
What is love that neglects to share
one final glance when parting or
a peck upon a furrowed worried brow or
simply a hint of a goodbye tear
so dearly needed.
What is love that even at its least,
has no gentle caress to say hello or
even a squeeze of hand or
perhaps a smile.
What is emotion that never stops to
ask why sadness leeks through every hello
and screams from silences
too often, no, always ignored.
What is love that forgets
all these things?