Short Rectified Poems
Short Rectified Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rectified by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rectified by length and keyword.
Inside of a minute in the space of an hour
We are forever in your debt, limitless
You, the God Father plenty of the earth
What is The human blood worth
We will for life times search the golden skies
Sunrise sight fulfilled rectified
Life is full of mistakes.
Words, actions, ways of thinking…
Most are small, and can be rectified.
But now and then we make one that
cannot be undone. Life is never quite
the same. Perhaps pain is the basic
soil we grow in.. My garden is rich and
watered with my tears.
I wish to express my gratitude to all those who commented on my short poem entitled:On Abortion. Your comments are much appreciated whether in agreement or not. P.S. The comment/reply page isn't functioning for me at present , so I'm unable to reply to individual comments in the usual manner. I've reported this to poetrysoup but as of yet it hasn't been rectified. Thanks once again. W.A. CHOLT.
Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment
Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed
You know someone is obsessed when they stalk your google follow page and then
follow the blogs you do. Now that problem is rectified. It is like shaking off a bad cold.
God help any man that tries to escape this.
It might take a few hours for the changes to show up, but now the blogs
and people I follow should not show. The blogger profile is changed, and
so is the google connect.
Wow..total cyber stalker man..
I have no tears to shed
What is done,, it is done
I have no mercy to give
Words that leave the lips
Cannot be rectified
I wrote it
To tell my story
To share my experiences
To honour my upbringing
To feel my constant pain
To cherish my parents
It is meant to be written
I have no shame of myself
What have been created, it is created
I have no friends
Only those I love
And it is the love that will last forever
Pitiful pitter patter, snotty sorrow
On top of tattered parchment paper
Every poetic pause was a bright idea
That somehow turned into vapor
Rhyme and reason had disappeared too
Yearned for a makeshift poetry shaper
The next time I got an inkling of inspiration
Evaporation was no longer my condemnation
Actually I offered my muse a potent libation
Readily rectified that dry pen situation
Salty sobs are now tears of joyous jubilation
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