Short Prided Poems

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

There once was a froggy named Dan
prided himself how fast he ran
	he hopped into view
	croaked in the stew
his legs were a flash in the pan.

© Linda Alice Fowler  

I've always prided myself on being a “smart feller”
But sometimes it gets twisted and I say “fart smeller”
Quite good at that too
Sometimes blow off my shoes
Pretty sure the odour has reached interstellar


© Jack Ellison 2015

© Jack Ellison  

The wrongs are now righted
The Beatles have re-united
for that I expect to be knighted
but the queen might get frighted
so my lips would have to stay tighted
I must not remain unsighted
my soul may feel blighted
if touched by the mighted
the disiilusorily prided
whose tans should be hided
I don't need them or their fight!

©John-Ovan.P.Hull

© John-Ovan.P. Hull  

With every war man has waged,
the countless banners he displays.
You cannot kill mankind's will, 
his bombs, bullets, or blades.
It's his will to die seeing his prided flags wave, 
fear not the sorrow his death may bring.
All the dead men's colors,
live to fight and see another day.
Descendent banners gladly raise,
and his kin like fools still cling,
to that which must, and will fade away.

© James Moon  

I never read it,
the way it was written

I never wrote it,
the way it should read

The lines connected,
were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
is where I began

I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone

I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing
—and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

I never read it,
  the way it was written

I never wrote it,
  the way it should read

The lines connected,
  were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
  is where I began

I spoke out of time,
  out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
  once the future was gone

I prided myself,
  in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing,
  —and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

With Age 
Came Experience, Knowledge, 
And Pain
6-7-2016

I’ve prided myself on my high tolerance for pain,
And at stages of life it’s became more abundant.
While I ponder the old saying “no pain no gain”,
It seems each year it’s became more redundant;

Some days “to man up” just seems quite insane,
Because this nettlesome pain I’d immensely eschew.
My accomplishments today I consider mundane,
Inducing me to ascertain what’s an old man to do?

© Tom Wright