Short Penalty Poems

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


Premium Member a spin

everyone is born with a death sentence and the penalty is life everyone is born with a life sentence and the penalty is death
Form: Senryu


England Penalty Shootout

England just Won !

On a penalty shootout !

I know !

I can't quite believe it myself !

Am I Dreaming ?

Wow still can't quite believe it ??

Premium Member 3m

the masks are coming off

                                          true colours

                               and a three minute penalty






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Nickled and Dimed

Mandatory health insurance is the law,
better have it or you'll feel the lions paw,
penalty a fine,
nickle and dimed,
premiums each year increasing what for?






12-25-16
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Bad Loser Footles

HE MISSES THE PENALTY Acts cool - Looks fool It's wide Off side! He moans Then groans Blues score Fans roar Last place Sour face 03~19~17
Form: Footle


Premium Member Cuddles

'Course it's a nickname
under penalty of death
displayed in front of others
dictated as a term of endearment
left just between us
each time I say it, I feel special
since I'm the only one who can
Form: Name

Man

Eyes............predator
Shotgun
Horny
Penalty box.....fuzzy handcuffs......locks

Risky.......stop

Hunter.......Balls
Bigfoot lense
Dog........wolf
Hiding......waiting
Short skirt.......cold
Form:

Premium Member Death Penalty

Pretending a pregnancy,
Killed a pregnant lady;
Carved out baby for her own;
Child now 16; killer was executed Tuesday.

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Form: Couplet

Premium Member Next To My Soul

You curl up every day, next to my soul So close I can feel you, with this heart that you stole The penalty for theft Is a lifetime obsessed A life sentence, with really no chance of parole
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Damn Alarm Clock

My alarm went off in the middle of the night I set it for 8:00 what an annoying device A penalty should be enforced Perhaps an action in the courts Preventing it from reoccurring, that would be nice
Form: Limerick

For the People

Spicies in ocean  buried in tard
Air high in alergens never concern

 Failure to recover  shy in voice
 incentives  paid  in  tax
 Penalty trivial  seams 

One wish stop off shore drills
Need rules  to save spices

Premium Member death penalty

shredded shards hover
if there is not a purpose~
life has no meaning.

limb amputation
your life left in a child's hand~
a burden you are.

soul shattered remains,
where did eternal love go~
death it does seek out
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Revenge

Revenge

Cruelty
penalty
punishment
mercilessness
pitiless
mean payment
repayment
returning anger
retaliation
peaceless
pain-return
unforgiven
sour thoughts
vengeance
payback
harm
injury.

Drench POET Loads
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Sadness

questioning my porcelain heart

my fountain of youth grows dim

entering the danger zone

a rush of tears in the dark

more distant then before

there's an emptiness

as the porcelain begins to crumble

my penalty for stale loves
sad

Golgothan Solace

The wooden frame to which you’re nailed—
(Roman penalty)
With outspread wrists and spikes impaled
Transcends mere agony.

Between your brother thief and you
Upon His wooden span,
Sags a Shape soon raised anew…
Reprieving faith-filled man.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Cranky, My Neighbor

Guilty, regret--Penalty, death--score four.
Draw straws, short-shot, long-hung, two-kill-one.
His short-[bang], his long-[hang]. Lose, I'm done for.
Broad swords, last breath be death. He's dead ... I won!
No, the court has ruled ... death. Bring out three more.

Premium Member Forgiven

F ree from the penalty of sin,
O nly because of Jesus' sacrifice.
R epentance brings relief from guilt.
G race and mercy are given
I n unlimited amounts.
V ictory over sin and death is ours,
E ternal life, God's precious promise,
N ever to be forsaken.

2019
Form: Acrostic

Penalty

PENALTY

                                   This desert- sands dust heat
                                     Mind narrow and fettered
                                     Tagged with God's penalty











©rajat kanti chakrabarty
09 December, 2014
god

Football

I love playing and watching football
 The best part is goal scoring which
   can be through set pieces or
         lose ball to a player,
          foul inside the box
           brings   penalty
           which can lead
                 to   a
                  goal!.
Form: Nonet

A Malady of the Mind

A malady of the mind
Dominates the will
As the surging river
Overruns the mill

Omnipotent craving
The bullpen cannot hold
A temptation unremitting
Annulling principle

No affection or reason 
Or threat of penalty
Can possibly deter - or -
Potentiate the will
© David Vr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

There is a penalty for purple pencils, the puffed up penguin said.
Not this morning! I yelled to my muse as this danced in my head.
She is fierce and mighty, a pirate queen, so she flung me out of bed.
I laid there forever, hoping she would leave, as I promptly played dead.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pay Now Or Later

Pay Now Or Later Miracle Man 5-14-2022 Sin, is like a credit card balance that isn’t settled monthly, and the choice is ours. For sin, we can seek forgiveness, becoming paid up, or watch it multiply, and pay an exorbitant penalty forever, in eternity.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Penalty For Crimes

Sudden outburst of Natural Disease 
to mankind
Hatred in love
Pleasure in Enimity
Curse in prayers
Holiness in protitutes
Castrated saints
Speaking animals
Living with no dime
Symbols of endtime
Sour like watered lime
The question is.....
Are we being blamed for our 
crimes?
Form: ABC

Penal Case

I knew there would be
A price to pay
For my desertion.

I wasn’t afraid
But expectant,
Waiting for the fee,
Looking forward to a clean start.

When nothing happened
I realized
This was the penalty;

Allowed to be free,
Allowed to follow
My own path;
Left empty by my guardian god.
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.

The Game

We made another touchdown
Without a penalty
As children on the playground
Full of amenity

You made it to the zone
Again without a flag
We act the same when grown
In formation zig zag

Now we're at the field goal line
No fumble in our grasp
Stay inside the sideline
Three points again I gasp
Form: Rhyme

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