Short Populist Poems

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


Democracy and Hypocrisy

It seems that in any democracy there’s always a pinch of hypocrisy. Imperfect of course, but one can do worse — in a populist state of "mobocrasy."
Form: Limerick


Premium Member If You Can't Beat Him

If you can't beat him, indict him
If he goes up in the polls, convict him
If he is more popular than ever, imprison him
If he will win by a giant landslide, murder him
If he lives on through his populist movement, smear him
If his movement takes over the world, you always loved him.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fornicator-

Admiration turns to lust A promise kit spoken out amongst Sowing seeds a populist No longer any reason to continue Trust Slow down, settle down remember this It's you who are responsible he must ... be a better Witness Do not enable Fonicator
4/3/20 James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Premium Member To the Rejected, Outcast Poet

If you're weird, a black sheep, a natural outsider,
If you fish in a solitary pond.
If you come from the lonely, the lost and forgotten,
If you're eccentric, living beyond

The social etiquette of populist mantra,
To say and do what others demand?
Then you and I are friends in our gorgeous sublime,
To face the world, together, hand in hand.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Narcissist Potent Elixir

Listen to poem:
Come Ye all I must feed My gall with bile As a narcissist Enthroned as populist To efface you in your face Constantly relentlessly there Everywhere and wherever you look With pills to relieve your suffering ills With no jobs or money to pay the bills With calls that you will be better soon Despite inflation price rises Despite the job cut losses Despite hurting our friends Which you label worse Than enemies You befriend For deals Done
Form: Etheree


Premium Member I Paused It And Now Joey Cora Is Staring At Me

Ruffling the feathers
Of your expectations.
Rilke to the left.
The portrait of Alf
The back of my left ear.
What unconscionable theives,
These Time Czars,
Where we live with the scars,
As joy bounces on the crevices.
I see you in the dark in some cave.
Let me be your bombastic populist.
The Strong Arm of the Soul.
Play in the light of least resistance. 
My garden grows in the garden of your heart.
My every breathe is your eternal existence.
Bite the doughnut. 
Press for hugs.

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