Short Poetic Justice Poems
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In Time
Reason has no rhyme.
Poetic justice, no point
But they will in time.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008
The Justice we find in rhyme
Escapes with passage of time.
But worry not, friend,
It will never end
As long as there exists crime!
We went to Tegia to capture slaves
And we took some fetters with us.
But in the end, we Spartans were enslaved,
And they fixed our fetters on us.
~Poetic Justice~
From Swofft, lyeth there,
in a land I dare Doth,
Soft or Swift, Day to Day, I Bare,
Deepening, Baring, Once Ended, Betroth'd... ...
I thought I'd have a scar,
a line of smooth, pink skin
to rub like a worry stone.
But now I see the scar is yours.
It's my hand print
burned into your skin.
She reported everyone for everything
She called IRS, medical boards and more
On Tuesday she got a ring-a-ding-ding
A misinformed SWAT team broke down her door
A pickpocket named Dodger
lived to become an old codger,
alas a walking stick and heaps of pain
his getaway speed sadly on the wane.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
I am ashamed
Truly I am.
For poetry is art and not a sword
I take my leave
No face for you to slap
Spit on my verse
For my verse is my heart
The blood that flows is my own
A tout le monde
Apologies.
In winters cold I found you
Lost too long to warmer times
Silence and solitude thoughts reflect
In frosted panes you appear fractured
Lines running deep, pane to pain
Written in crystal clear poetic justice
Stephen
POETIC JUSTICE
There was an old man from Fontaine
Who walked with aid of a cane
One night he was mugged
By a wannabe thug
In the graveyard, the thug was lain
11 April 2018
For the contest sponsored by Viv Wigley
Spider deftly climbs on by,
Quickly moves on toward the fly.
Ugly, arrogant arach,
In he steals for the attack.
Silently devours his prey,
Hungry still, he moves away.
Enter bored and grumpy cat:
Death to spider, whack and splat!
Poetry is my therapy
it makes me more aware of me
ignored, confused and left lost in life
all makes sense when I choose to write
Words I spoke always ignored
mockery I then endured
never comfort or reassured
poetic justice my reward
She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine,
where beauty bruised and grace meant lie.
They called her calm, not knowing this–
each breath she took was clenched like fists.
The silence praised was not her peace.
It was the cage. She found the keys.
Poetic Justice, Tupac Shakur, let the man peacefully rest, bullets hitting his chest.
Poetic Justice, we need Justice for the people, Justice for the country, freedom from Corona lethal. Protesters scream Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice, Justice for the people!
Of course I would never consider your harm a
Deliciously fitting comeuppance of karma;
I only confess that I might have enjoyed a
Judicious, wee smidgen of slight schadenfreude.
(Written 21 Dec 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's "Bunny Jump" rhyme contest.)
I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25 word zone
I'm pleading for comma relief
Hoping to be released to free verse
Under supervision of course
Fortunately there's no sentencing in poetry
Maybe they'll just revoke my poetic license
Words hold so much mystery and power and bleed the heart out
Healing powers of writing down my thoughts are what I try to do.
My mind is lost and so is my soul
Poetic justice
In love I am
Heart of a fool
But to love
so sweet the warmth
Of exposing your true heart
Excitement of the slightest touch from skin on skin
To love
By Dr Jose Manimala PhD
Doctor, behold, embolden spirit cheer ye,
C M may sharpen yore bloody dagger,
To pierce your brave – heart,
Lo, the fallen mighty, dreams to dust,
Bawd Swapna swoon double - heart,
Golden dreams took wings forever,
Na, crook ain’t my king, no more,
Where chatte queens reign!
Derriere queen is no bloom.
But a sucking vortex!
I.
Under the ice
Life bleeds;
as it cuts its way
through to the warmth above...
II.
Spring makes me
breathe deeply;
It's the scent of
existence anew!
III.
I go
"Amus-ing"
In search of
Poetic Justice;
Did I just
pass you by?
In days of olde
Lords spoke French to their king,
In church,in Latin would sing-
Poets,changing this mould,
Their verses,in English did bring.
Note.Poetry & literature in the 1300's helped to coalesce English into a native,nationwide
language by rejecting both the secular religious power of the 'colonial' French of the Court
and 'imported' Latin of the state Chuch
I went to your retirement.
I needed to be there.
You had deliberately made my life miserable.
Still I thought I needed to attend.
I had mixed feelings inside.
Some would say 'unresolved issues'.
Saw for myself how you were despised.
I closed the loop on that chapter.
It was like watching karma in action:
What goes around comes around.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Busted!
Smile.
You're caught
on camera
yet again!
Why?
Why in the world
would you rob
a convenience store
at gunpoint,
only to return
to that same store
a few hours later
without a ski-mask
this time
still wearing
the exact same clothes
simply to buy
a pack of cigarettes
with the money
you stole?
C'mon!
Really?
Are you for real?
Poetic Justice.
Date written and posted: 03/03/2019
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
but mostly fools, like angels, join the dead.
But every now and then, a sudden quirk of fate
reflects back to its source the origins of hate.
So is it fate or fortune that guides a ‘helping hand’
or just 'poetic justice’ that none can understand.
They say with some conviction, 'pen is mightier than sword',
but a fist is also mighty and can seldom be ignored!
Ivor G Davies
It was once said, "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth".
Revenge isn't really sweet, but it is a bit uncouth.
You were fooled by thinking you would win.
In your losing battle, you committed another sin.
It can't be called poetic justice that you feel.
Posturing and abject will never be the real deal.
It was just some silly words of a poet you wanted to ban.
Mr. Stark publicly states with boldness, "I am Iron Man".
Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain