Short Petulance Poems
Short Petulance Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Petulance by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Petulance by length and keyword.
The waves kissed the shore
again and again and again
the waves kissed the shore
every second or so
to remind her
how much
she is loved.
-petulance poetry
I'm tired of
the preening
the posturing
the posing
I'm fed up with
the pretending
the petulance
the pessimism
Time for a new mirror
~ or perhaps a new me
Silent One just reminded me how ducks are intelligent
Sophisticated... even involved in some shady embezzlement
Perhaps SO is suffering
From nasty thumb sucking
And also has an issue with extreme petulance
O' flatulence
tis human
to air
*co-written with my hubby
To say you would unblock someone if they can be civil
is a crock of BS that I'd categorize as narcissistic drivel.
It's just another veiled shovel full, meant as a dig
but it's quite clear that some people don't give a fig!
Oh, the impudence of one who has an arrogant nature.
The petulance of one without disciplined nomenclature.
Did you see the Mexican wave,
At the game of nil inspire.
One chance, one brilliant save,
Nothing setting this match on fire.
A rush of blood, a red card
The star dispatched from pitch.
Petulance and my day is marred,
Irritation has become a hitch.
Promises have all come to nought,
Dull action, with nothing to rave.
Head down, feeling fraught,
Did you see the Mexican wave?
You can't pizazz good poetry
It's more of a creepy, crawly thing.
How do you like my alliteration?
Stop snorting, good golly
(prescribing popcorn pureed in petulance)
okay, at least I tried... truly ;)
ps, am not into popularity.
just jivin.
don't dawdle
or drivel or drink much or dribble or
worry
stream of consciousness....
Ms. Mills taught me that
seems surreptitious to stop suddenly.
So I shall.
This is who I am; I achieve peace in simplicity.
No petulance in my kind heart but faithfulness.
This is who I am; I suppress sorrow from others.
And smiled notwithstanding my gentle sadness.
Also, love life, its sweetness, and its bitterness.
The lovely sky is all I desire, for my relish fullness.
And assign my life's rosy colors into poems.
I intone alike rare birds and dream over prowess.
Beneath the roar of rhetoric tossed
Bellowing in waves of stripes lost
I can hear a song of hope
Surviving among the trope
50 to one we resist this star
Hand in hand united we are
And with blindfold, balance, and sword
We shall resend all accord
For days numbered are upon
What hate did spawn
And in light, darkness shall pass
Bringing to heel what was once crass
Ending the spread of petulance
With innocence, valor, and vigilance
Form:
virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.
the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.