Short Rant Poems
Short Rant Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rant by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rant by length and keyword.
‘ The Weed ’ 13th Senryu
A Weed-Like, Sick Plant
Roots to Shoots and Rise to Rant …
Infectious, Like That
Caught in this web of lies
where volume may the truth disguise
will Union o’er two hundred years fail
can reason over rant prevail?
I loathe sifting the vile cat litter and scrubbing the damn tile
Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’ll shriek and shout for just awhile!!!
It's five, seven, five
You MUST count the syllables
Or it's not Haiku
Having said this thing
I must now apologize
Haiku should be kind
There once was a man named Ed
Who really believed all he said
He'd rant and he'd rave
From cradle to grave
And always believed that he led
rent rave
more more
about nothing
that will
mater
in the end
is no way
to live
your life
cause in
the end all
that matters
is love
When a doe runs across the street
A stag will soon follow her feet
You may rant and rave,
"The buck is not brave!"
but her tail intimates a treat!
Beyond Mad Max
Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
No Latino
Donald Trump
Anti-migrant rant causes campaign bump.
Foolish remarks puts his empire in peril,
Possibly losing–lock, stock and barrel.
If the end of life is a shallow grave
What point is there to rant and rave
Be pleasant, friendly, of good cheer
Please God and man while you are here
Like a bat out of hell or a cave
Left and Right always rant or else rave
Calm and reason have fled
Abandoned for dead
~ Hysteria's what audiences crave
Prayers unheard of
go unheard
Strange fire offered
abomination's word
They demon-strate
and rave and rant ~
Prithee, for Patience
that they haven't
she screams at me to
“get up, get the pen, right now-
i scribble, scramble
as she spouts her brilliant rant-
i her slave, pen every word
Okay, for my rant, if you want, punish me
I may feel your love and your heart’s anger
Me, like Jacob, is your own true son, daddy
With his punishments, he became stronger
Eighty seems to be the transition age
When we revert back to a child like stage
We stomp our feet
No more sweet
It allows us the privilege to rant and rave
Rickshaw |abia
punish my honey
drink my creamy dream
eat my children between fat-bread
Stulted pedantic canker-bloom
Your bird-plucked eyes
will gas-up and advertise
A poem presses page
To pot I rant and rave
To Amsterdam sizzle
Smoke hash in the drizzle
It’s no small task
Just bitter-less tact
In driving my bees
To insanity please
More of Matt Lauer
Maybe Megan possibly is some plant;
Determine Matt's misconduct and slant;
On not rely;
Roving eye;
God never agreed and did rave and rant.
Jim Horn
There’s value bean counters can’t grant
Supplant not old models they chant!
They rant that life forms’
Cells must fit spreadsheet norms
As accountants’ brains are quite scant
Greed caused the two-thousand eight (2008) crash
Then the banksters grabbed all our cash
Now brash Donald Trump
With backlash from the dump
Can rant for the pile of white trash
Who cares Wee Wee?
Who cares Little Bee?
Who cares at tea?
Certainly not me.
My standard lie
For every gal and guy
When instigators try
To get me angry enough to rant or cry
Realized Trump Went On Rant
Realized when Trump went on a rant,
Because again was told that he can't,
Start a storm,
Even if warm;
Measured mind and only saw a scant.
Jim Horn
I...
I talk
I think
I write
I express emotions, through words.
I rant
I rave
I vent
I get my point across.
I feel
I taste
I touch
I love… beyond definition of the word.
I...
Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
Silence is golden is a phrase from the past
Things have changed, need to rant, rave and blast
To be heard above the din
Much to our chagrin
Civility in the world has gone to the dogs fast