Short Presuppose Poems

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


Voo-Dah Boo-Dah

The Lotus Position requires
A bunch of professional liars
Each one presuppose
That everyone knows
We can think away our spare tyres
Form: Limerick


Premium Member there is no one here

praying to seek
we presuppose separation
thus the earth entity 
feels not one with God’s creation

why do we needlessly cling
to conditioned belief and thought
we are living light, not this form
entering silence we become self-taught
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who Am I To Presuppose

Who am I to presuppose
The wine flowed deep that night?
But after waiting seven years,
To greet the morning light
And find her sister in your bed -
Well, something ain’t quite right.

It’s said that’s Leah’s eyes were weak,
But Jacob got blind drunk,
For how else could it be explained
’Twas Leah in his bunk?

(from Genesis 29)
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A Megaphone About Nothing

I don't think that god exists,
It is church that persists,
They construct and presuppose,
It is all fallacious, dim prose.

You can’t get away from fable,
It’s inherent to creed and babble,
Relationships are inversions inwards,
It’s all weakness and many cowards.

Look to religious study, athiest,
You’ll achieve inquiry of the scientist,
Create debate, framework, models,
Around historical analysis parallels.

Adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
Form: Rhyme


Adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust

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