Short Rebellious Poems
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Wildflowers be wild,
wet with whimsical wonder.
Relentless rainstorms
revel in naive riches
nurturing and rebellious.
The last poem of the year. A tradition since 2013.
By Feo.
Some of us have survived 2016. May our rebellious spirit come back.
Ravens, clever birds,
but pointed as cursed scapegoats.
A black plumage and
a husky, rebellious voice
often inspire injustice.
Insane
Maniac
Crazy
Mental
Delirious
Lazy
Deranged
Rude
Stubborn
Psychotic
Indifferent
Emotional
Dangerous
Guilty
Rebellious
Lonely
Unhappy
Lunatic
Nuts
Demented
Unstable
Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores.
Colorful character.
Heartfelt love.
Ardorous journeyer.
Rebellious lover.
Langorous smirks.
Offspring of a wanton.
Tranquil voice.
Tongue lasher of the Tribadism.
Eager learner.
Forget me not
Rebellious heart
Cast the spell of love
Flirtatious,
Like spring breeze
Lacks boundaries,
Meaningless!
No conclusion!
Shifting shadows
Only walked
By the unhappy
Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.
(C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
I may always be or at least try to be as much of a rebel as possible because it just may be that not being rebellious doesn't really work, is dishonest, and oftentimes is the destructive option.
The ambitious dreamer,
Fell in love
And obtained the flame.
Now, he's reined
In the scene of dailiness.
Woe, such rebellious spirit waned.
On the stage of his mind,
Emotionally drained.
Fearless and cheerfulness
radiance and happiness
oh my God! Obedience not rebellious…He’s my rock and my shield
willing to serve You
Nevermind my mind of doubt and not of faith — peacefulness is not a battlefield
Heavenward
Ever climbing
Purposeful
Rebellious
Sinful
Anger
Confusion
Destruction
Scattered
Confounded
What did you say?
The book of Jasher says that the tower was built to war with the hosts of heaven.
Teardrops, slight smiles, sweet delicacies
Mind frailty, zeal dreams, ponderous notions
Ocean tide, rebellious nights, in the jaws of death
Verge of tears, end of a sentence, semicolon
Calamity, piercing fear, call it a night
Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.
Crowded,
Yet lonely,
Not alone,
But outcast,
Satisfied,
Yet hungry,
For the things,
I will never have,
Disciplined,
Yet rebellious,
Eager to be free,
Someday,
Dedicated,
Yet impatient,
Might just snap
Any second now,
Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.
4/20/19
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
"In the Seventies"
I am not in Hell because of my color
I am here because of my Sins
I was ...
A Lier
A thief
A Fornicator
A Rebellious Son
An Arrogant Person
And so many more that
I am ashamed to mention
My color had nothing to do with me being in
HELL
upon the skin of the drunk earth
The black fear breaks the column of the blue lightes
And the lighthouses of the white sea ,
Sinking in the ridiculous anger
And the rebellious love crying above space of the tired universe
And breaks my horizon mania .
Just one more taste.
Just one more hit.
How I miss your smoky, ashy, charred aroma, that taste.
Your smoky, ashy, charred aroma haunts me, begging me to take one hit.
Just one more inhale.
That smoky, ashy, charred aroma, taste of that rebellious girl I once knew.
Drivin' down the road
Slingin' a banana peel
It will rot it surely will
There's a park'n at stores
Handicapped spaces galore
No one will notice I'm sure
Now at Wally World
In the park'n lot
I'll not put my cart in that spot
Rebellious attitudes
Are totally Rat-I-Tude
Form:
A quilt of snowfall
Interrupts my peaceful sleep
Rest comes into Spring
Blackened clouds looming
Determination of sun
A battle of wills
Rebellious bird
Early spreading of its wings
Mother close behind
Lone apple remains
Dangling a fragile branch
Protesting Winter
Mom staying with me during my darkest hour.
Earthly angel and mother you were.
Memories that I have of you will never leave me.
Other mothers would have given up but you always remained.
Rebellious son I was but you never gave up on me.
You were always there for and with me.
Free falls of water flows by choice down into the waiting
arms of joy.
It gathers itself, less a few rebellious remnants, to do the
journey again.
Wider. or thiner this splash of wonder happens over and
over.
By direction our daily walk maybe inspired by this feat.
Can you imagine that??
What kind of rat...??
Would steal my tonic....
Maybe they're bionic....
Cause no sane one I know,
Would want to take,
As disgusting a thing,
Unless they felt they were a king,
And needed to so torture,
Some rebellious subject,
And this was their best scorcher...
In the stillness of the heart, a tropical storm awakens,
Stirred by a caress, rebellious senses unfurl.
With passion's penetrating embrace, liberation is found—
A moment of bliss, where souls find peace.
Our intoxicating union sends cries into the sky.
* 2010 poem found on my lonely old computer