Short Punk Poems
Short Punk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Punk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Punk by length and keyword.
People's perspective of having the freedom of expression
Understanding the like-minded people around you
Nothing will take away your freedom to be who you are
Koolest genre and thing to be in the world
Outnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true.
On going problem with my hair
Will I won't I do I dare
Fed up with grey need touch of pink
Tattoo wanted~ sporting ink.
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it seems
to me that
your asterisk
is breathing
or at least
taking a
breath
except
mine is
subjective
to certain
subjects
that are
willing to
subject me
NOW
slowly
breath in
and
out
and
in
and
*
.......out
Form:
Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet.
I hate Periods and like most Commas,
a Full Stop turns me off
Quotation Marks I can endure,
but Semi-colons not
I love a good Exclamation Point,
all Question Marks so so
But my favorite is the Em Dash
—replacing most of those
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Lucky steampunk faerie finally found an adventure novel
Deep in the nook of the black forest’s sycamore grove
Especially for you, was written in cursive inside the cover
She had no idea who wrote it, but enjoyed the sentiment
I told you a human would like your book, an owl whispered.
“Not if you tell her it was written by a mouse,” his lunch said.
When I was 17
I had a great job
Painting
Little
Desert
Flowers
Roses
On
Assembly line
Plates
Friends
On
The
Line
Taught me to pee on my hands
To
Neutralize
The
Poisons
In the glazes
The plates
Would
Land
On small
Cardboard
Palettes
Every
Night
I
Would
Take some of these
Cardboard palettes
When
I
Went
Home
And
Make
Pissed
On
Art
Performances won the early acclaim,
Unleashed his metaphoric rise to fame,
Now poetry would never be the same,
Kersal to Kyoto, shouted his name,
Polemic eighties, verses sounding stark,
Opiod evenings, a voice from the dark,
Everybody said, “Those words are Maker’s Mark,
There goes that world famous, John Cooper-Clarke”.
You want to win/
You want to control/
You want to use people/
For your own goals/
You never think/
Of your consequences/
Your thoughts, words, deeds are like/
Poison to the souls of those/
That are in your web/
But, don't be surprised/
When it all comes back/
To haunt you/
To eat you up alive/
To make you sad and blue/
Because, the Hell/
You put others through/
Will be your own.../
Lake of Fire/
STEVE AND A PUNK
screaming in the street
three of us had to pull
him down to the
ground
where he lay
hole in the head
from a hot metal
gun
the cold was brutal
his blood was warm
we stared at him as
if he were some
rare flower
blooming red
puddles of
petals
Misty…
she ran away
Steve lit a
cigarette
and gave it to
a punk
diminishing perspectives
blowing peripheral minds
© Kim van Breda—30 November 2015
Just listen to Lou Reed
and smoke some weed
it's so cold in Alaska
and, it sucks to live in Nebraska
haha you have this punk in you!
let it get through
Rebel! Rebel! where did my Rebels go?
did they all go 6 feet below?
take a walk on the wild side
lets go on that high tide
rebels please my rebels come back
are world is under attack
don't be a poser or a fake
for goodness sake
let go of that punk hiden within!
be true to what you belive in
are you saying steampunk? I asked the woman with the invite.
she threw back her head and showed her pearly teeth, white.
I said pink-punk, she told me, come by on Saturday night.
I had never seen pink-punk before, it was quite a sight.
plastic Paris, prissiness, poodles, pretty pompousness, a plight.
I had to leave early, unfortunately, for I had an early flight.
but I will never forget seeing pink-punk in Paris that night.
I am so glad the strange woman handed me that invite.