Short Popes Poems
Short Popes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Popes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Popes by length and keyword.
Last night's gig at the local casino
Four lads: John, Paul, George and Ringo--
Two Popes and a King
The Fourth couldn't sing--
They should have hired Placido Domingo
Categories:
popes, music, silly,
Form:
Limerick
dense clouds
gives way
to acidic rain
i am really hungry
standing in the dock
to hell without fire
priests popes and saints
are still in purgatory
half way to heaven
blessed are the poor
we like hell
no pretence and
fire in our hearts
Categories:
popes, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
Let some hope dreams reach arms
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech!
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched
swarmed hearse!
Categories:
popes, angst
Form:
I do not know?
In quest for approval
they look to the sky
It’s totally unusual
but they see a guy
And though he not there
they devote in prayer
saying he cares
up high but where?
They tell of his wishes
have Popes and Bishops
explain what he dishes
obnoxious bigots
Can’t call them a nutcase
for it is offensive
as they gaze up to space
with love demented
Categories:
popes, allusion, giggle, god,
Form:
Rhyme
A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.
Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes.
Categories:
popes, conflict, history, military, political, religious,
Form:
Rispetto
Hammers of hate beat the steel
Into a helmet and blade.
Blacksmiths and armorers feel
Proud of the death-bound brigade.
Marching past crowds on the curb,
Clattering heels on the stones.
Later, the crows will disturb
Flesh as it ripens on bones.
Preachers and Popes prate of peace,
Powerless to change history:
Powder, and guns wrapped in grease
Auger what always will be.
Categories:
popes, war
Form:
Verse