Short Reporters Poems
Short Reporters Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Reporters by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Reporters by length and keyword.
Horn Haiku.
reporters tooted
out by trump had been booted
highly disputed
Jim Horn
How about hearing a Horn haiku?
the death index is at a Chi-town high
while Mayor Lightfoot stands idly by
she refused to hold court
with Caucasian reporters
trashing white folk while black people die
Much that we see in the news doesn’t rhyme
Reporters commit journalistic crime
Filling us full of false fact
To control how we should act
As we navigate through a viral time
misunderstood bureaucrats gobbledygook
rivaling Lewis Carroll’s jabberwocky
poppycock reported by reporters of alternative facts
another round of USA’s wildly erroneous politics
A tight-lipped President, Calvin Coolidge
Never prone to very much verbiage
He kept his interviews brief
Causing reporters much grief
Now we pine for his kind ~ That's a truage
Trump's Terrific Power
Trump's traffic power was over-utilized;
Mental case with disorders had realized;
We all know,
Is psycho,
And all reporters he continually chastised.
Jim Horn
Senator Kristen Sinema negotiates only in private
Which drives her colleagues and reporters crazy-irate
I think if America had 49 more Senators like her
From all their ranting and raving the rest would demur
Trump A Competitor Predator
Trump thinks his worst competitors
Are news reporters as well as editors
Media who will run around in masses
By believe latest person who passes
Actions are typical of people predators.
Hey Tom, your heart you wear on your sleeve,
Concisely achieve what a poet does perceive,
Surpassing discerning reporters near and afar,
Keep writing about Putin and his stories bizarre,
You remind me of Churchill, just add a cigar.
some news reporters love madly
to barge into your
privacy
if you're a hot celebrity
or one with
notoriety.
they publish from your diary
sour secrets and soggy
laundry;
their report, written, said or sung,
hard candy on the gossips'
tongue!
'Peaceful Protests Intensified' --
So the morrow's headlines certified
But how'd reporters turn blind eyes
To fire-bombings that terrorized
a downtown stunned and traumatized
Why was ugly violence euphemized
~ as 'Peaceful Protests Intensified'
...Well-spoken liars in a suit,
lawyers look like saints next to them,
the only constant that we know
is they will lie to us again.
Betrayed the trust we placed in them
to make propaganda and swill,
reporters are a plague on man,
so yes, treat these scumbags like filth.
The crush of reporters with mikes
the security entourage
Autograph-seekers, well-wishers
hand-shakers, selfie-fishers
On stage 24/7... with luck, for years
Careening 'career' ... jeers and cheers
~ ‘midst the booze veneer
In my heyday I was a star
Well-known in my country and afar
I was mobbed by reporters while in a car
I laughed at their antics. Hardy har har.
In my heyday I always made the news.
I played jazz, pop and the insane blues.
Used a fine piano with solid rainbow hues.
Hilarious to think of, thanks to my muse.
Zeitgeist
of yesteryear,
so vividly captured!
A photo frozen in time of...
reporters waiting for a press conference;
the sky above them soon to change...
from white to scarlet red.
Look at those cars!
Zeitgeist
Back When Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 03/05/2020
Climate Change has been mocked, laughed at and denied,
Reporters rejected and told that they lied.
Man has brought on his downfall with decades of misuse.
Our descendants will pay for Mother Nature's abuse.
We must not let our grand-children pay for our crime,
We must turn it around and pray there is time.
Written 2/15/19
They show us the worst of mankind.
The people called News.
Ignoring the good in the world
they harm and abuse.
For chasing the bad in the world
with hopes it is changed-
excludes all the good in the world
from whom care's estranged.
So open your hearts to the cause
and look for the good.
Reporters reporting
where no-one thought would.
Ginny's husband's verbosity and arrogance were tiring
The press was weary of his fabricated story
No one believed this guy
Ginny had not accidentally disappeared
He went from celebrity to a villainous nobody in a few days
The reporters had other things to do
Would they catch him?
Many figured they never would
Bodies are incredibly easy to hide.
Twelve accusers hoping
Eleven charges pending
Ten summoners summoning
Nine lawyers proselytizing
Eight defendants screaming
Seven protesters protesting
Six reporters reporting
Five ambulances on call.
Four morticians digging
Three activists sitting
Two clergymen preaching
One hangman salivating
And zero politicians waking
from their dreams.
A-bout ninth September cheer,
N-ight cold chill is gone;
G-ood morning has risen,
E-njoying the break of dawn.
L-et ninth September cheer
Y-our soul, mind and heart;
N-ever think of anxieties, for they will all depart.
B-irthday celebration comes,
U-nder the sky lights appear;
R-adio reporters are talking
A-bout ninth September
C-heer.
robust lyrics
winged-voices blest without angst
no pressers
pleasure and glory of God
winged-voices soar without war
a morning score
no bombs, no television
unflappable peace
no reporters in trees
paparazzi unheard of
joy of joining
in the singalong-chirping
with lovely weather
no choppers to ruin tweets
the twilight birds asleep
gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress
do not misinterpret my meaning please
the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer
created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines
young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown
during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all
completely upstaged by the African goddess wearing her
Truth in News
By Franklin Price
9/27/2017
Truth in news
It would appear
Is often clouded
Not so clear
Reporters lean
To left or right
To tilt the reader
Win the fight
Sometimes they
May even lie
Make you laugh
Or make you cry
Check the facts
Check all the news
The truth is there
For you to choose
The First Amendent
Freed the press
Gave them the voice
To make this mess
It's raining mud in Kansas,
200 miles an hour wind-hammers
broke Kentucky's heart.
Good people rush to help,
poets watch,
dogs bark
reporters report.
In the days of the Delta variants
children are left out in the cold
to eat lunch -
it's for their own good.
Meanwhile an iron gauntlet
grips the neck of the Republic
for its own good,
but it's all bad
and there is still no vaccine
for stupid.
Suicide bombers what gives you the right to take away peoples lives.
Sadam Hussain, Bush and Blair. U.k and U.S, your all unfair.
Woman, men, children dying. Bombs, rifles and aircraft flying.
Friendly fire, t.v reporters. The families waiting for loved ones to return.
How long will it go on? Revenge, power,lies and deceit. When will it end.
Tell me what will it achieve. Peace and harmony love not war.
We don't need this evil anymore.
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