Short Orphans Poems
Short Orphans Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Orphans by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Orphans by length and keyword.
Behind closed eyes,
the future still to mourn
Grieving in a blinded state
—orphans left unborn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Today some orphans get soppy
And shed a tear on a poppy
Though they never met
Their dad was a vet
And there was no carbon copy
Whilst she amazes
Seasonal changes can turn
Traumatically ~*~
Some species succumb
Amongst them are Bald Eagles
Her Winter's orphans ~*~
Look at me; I am so successful!
I am nothing save for Jesus' blood!
Have no god before Me
Love God first then your neighbor
If you love Me, serve widows and orphans.
Destiny rises to claim the night
and orphans out the day
Adopting the silence within our fright
—renamed in what we say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2017)
To lovers love means tender embraces,
to the lonely orphans...tenderness,
to the lost...life, not death;
to children...moms who laugh,
and to me...happiness that's endless.
street fights and car wrecks
fires tornadoes and police actions
westerns and witches
tv dramas
lots of orphans
death and despair
murders and attacks
not so much happiness
on prime time TV
Ukraine, our friends
tied to adoptions.
no one answers the phone.
Have the adults cut
and run. God help the orphans.
One was waiting, hoping,
knowing they were coming
soon. But now, we pray.
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Mrs. Elinor Roosevelt championed society's outcasts
Asians, widows, orphans, blacks -- all those downcast
Yet as six million perished in World War Two
She refused to speak up for a single Jew
Very Better Carry
When I feel comfortable and it is very,
Practice and notes much better carry;
Pleasant, perfect cure,
And be sure to endure;
Will make widows and orphans feel merry.
Jim Horn
The present blocked,
by words unsaid
The pastures torn,
its furrows bled
The present blocked,
by words unsaid
The future cries,
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Waiting for the music,
naked and alone
the words become orphans,
unsung and unknown
The letters in limbo,
each phrase nether blown
with melody absent
—the magic disowned
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
The five star dog banana band is coming up the road.
It includes widows and orphans and a bald man so bold.
They screech out their truth.
Louder than Grandma Ruth.
Listening to their crazy harmonies never gets old.
If I die for you
is that really going to help
the starving orphans
of your mind
that beg me to love you
more than myself?
I need some better reason
to lay down my life.
After you are dead
I may think of one.
Charity
Ideal, commendable
Relying, supporting, promoting
Orphans, destitutes, needy, helpless
Rejoicing, laughing, shopping
Settled, satisfied
Hopes
Tender moments, God's grace
Little hand in mine
God lets us care for the children
while we are here to
Teach them the right way-
Serve God, value others,
Care for the orphans and widows.
Thank you God for my son!!
A dozen children
Look at me
With hollow eyes
Seeming envious
They have
No mother
No father
No homes to go to
War took them away
A question bubbles up
Inside me
Why do I have mother
Standing next to me
But not them?
In the beginning …
the past and future
were orphans
Lost in a silence
unnamed until
spoken
Waiting in anticipation
their birthrights
in limbo
The present expanding
its moment
—christened free
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Anguish
Battlefields
Careless
Dying
Endless
Fighting
Guns
Heartbreak
Instant
Jokeless
Killing
Lifeless
Mankind
Nowhere
Orphans
Poison
Quarrel
Revenge
Sickness
Terrorism
Undergoing
Values
Why
X-treme
Young
Zone
They ask you, on whom they should spend
Say, whatever wealth you spend
It is for your parents
And the kith and kin
And the orphans
And the needy ones
And the immigrants
And whatever you do
Allah knows it through and through.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five children he had
That he left orphans and all of them were sad
The new year comes with vigor and lots of joy
Adapts the orphans, in his service to employ!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 December 2019
His Victorian times were in need of reform.
He wrote of orphans out in a storm
With no fleece coats to keep them warm,
And a miserable miser counting his gold.
Charles Dickens' topics were true and bold.
Written for Brian's contest 6th place
All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide
With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
When there is no original family,
no grandparents, no parents,
no uncles and cousins,
we are fundamentally alone,
alone in the world...
It's time to create
the neo-original family,
ours...
Once we're orphans,
will have of our creation
those who will be our orphans...