Short Pities Poems
Short Pities Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pities by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pities by length and keyword.
Our lives were always at high risk in that small town of loonies.
Ironically, we still take calculated risks in cities;
Where we found our true selves, no longer need each other's pities.
Categories:
pities, friendship, irony, moving on,
Form:
Sijo
Faulkner's letter to
Hemingway discovered God
in time ~ ere souls wrote
formed their clays ~ victories and
defeats ~ fought they their reproof
now loves and pities
proud catch lost at sea old man
lands the best that seldom's me
Categories:
pities, analogy,
Form:
Sedoka
Seldom-spoken tastes and smells
Stir up moments poorly drawn,
Surface-summoned by the bells
From brumous elastic hope-sprung wells
Where each day's bucket is cast.
Let old pities prowl forlorn
In cold remembrances past,
Lurking there, mustard-bright, lost at last.
Categories:
pities, dream, identity, memory, nostalgia, old, senses, youth,
Form:
Verse
Walking down the lowly paths
A man in a fur coat locks eyes with a child
In the head of the child she pictures him dining
Not walking down the lowly paths of her abode
The orphan with glistening eyes bows her head low
The man in the fur coat looks away and continues
He pities her…embarrassed…
Categories:
pities, childhood, image, poverty, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
Categories:
pities, city, identity, innocence, life, people, urban, work,
Form:
Verse
"Self Abuse"
Imagining how my own hand would taste
I want to punch my own face, is that such a disgrace?
I bet no one would ever know
It is I that throws the blows
Could I knock myself out?
Or should i just hit my own mouth?
Maybe Ill black my left eye
Ill use the right one to cry
just how long will it take
once I am out to awake?
This way I will recieve love and sympanthy
And lots of company who pities me
Come on its time for the show
Today I will start by busting my nose!
Categories:
pities, abuse,
Form:
Sonnet