Short Quarrelling Poems

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


Premium Member High Noon At Park Bench

squirrels quarrelling
            a large scurry  going nuts 
              shells land everywhere 


A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
PS 5/7/5 
02/03/22
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Quad Squad

from their quadrants
quadruped
quarterfinalists
quarrelling
in quadraphonic 
quadruplicity
are disqualified
for actually
being a
wanted
tetrad
only posing
as a quartet



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Quake

quacking plates dagger on
the chest of the crying earth
dreams behind her intense eyes
vanishing cats beyond the wilderness
wandering ghosts laughing painfully
quarrelling spirits remnants
of the bleeding flesh on the side walks
let us kiss beyond the lust gladly content
Form:

Lonely Streets

The streets were bustling with people.
 out  of curiosity my ears tried to catch some  noise 
  Alas,
All it heard was pure silence.
There  were no chirping of   the birds.
There  were no barking of the dogs.
There  were no sound of people chattering & quarrelling.
Just   .....................my thoughts & only my thoughts
© Adarsh K S  Create an image from this poem.

Glances

That face
In the sea  of humanity,
Like the poppy
In a bed of pansies
Strikes out
With its red
And the stigma
Protrudes black.

The bobcut of her hair,
Neat and clean
As they come;
Quarrelling with the ears
At each  nod or turn.
Those eyes throwing glances,
On the pavements she stands;
Waiting for the bus.

And then
She rides away.
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.


Survivor June-23

In a faraway place sits an old man
living in an old old block of flats.
A group of tabby cats gather outside,
basking lazily in the warm sunshine.
He watches peacefully as people walk past;
Quarrelling siblings, loving couples.
He sits there as he has done for years
but nobody knocks.
Wearily the old man turns
and watches his friends' faces in the clouds float by.
© Shane Zhao  Create an image from this poem.

My Vernacular

Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing ones thoughts like avoiding a roads kerbs
An encyclopaedic almost an un-parallelled programme 
A marvellous jewellery there not of aluminium but of pure Gold
Just English
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

Kfc

Colonel Sanders decided to sell KFC.
When he did, the new owner changed his recipe.
Sanders was quarrelling on television and he was very mad.
They changed his recipe and that was pretty bad.
He shouldn't have sold his restaurants, he should've left them to his kids.
But he decided to sell and he quickly regretted that he did.
Those restaurants gave Sanders fame.
What happened was a damn shame.
Form:

As We Were Drinking

As we were drinking, crying, quarrelling -
Substance essential to life was produced.
We considered it a crisis
But in real life a real crisis
Is no quarrelling and "nothing" induced.

There were little answers, respectable -
Far less. Now for questions there's no motive.
How to make it fly unacceptable 
Of meaning of life - Hi, Joseph! -
The meaning's insusceptible 
To bribes, mobsters, laws or orders...
Form:

Dim Lit Night

Quiet is the Dim Lit Night
Tearing Eyes cannot find sight
The Quarrelling Mind gives up the fight
Nothing now to make it right

The road to Freedom long is paved
So much Heartache along the way
The Eyes into the Soul today
Are blind and numb and well Betrayed

Kind and Gentle the Soul longs to be
Yet hopelessly Mental seems it Destiny
Save this Pen it's Company
Through times of Pain and Agony

Quiet is the Dim Lit Night
© Chris Hagy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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