Short Reproaches Poems
Short Reproaches Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Reproaches by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Reproaches by length and keyword.
At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –
Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!
Categories:
reproaches, depression
Form:
Sonnet
He is a talent in rot;
From what his assessors got:
A magic no more wrought
For weeks his trainers wrath …
Then, again came his slot
And he tried his hard lot
But ended it in Naught;
Reproaches for A-Who-Could-Not …
Only better than a plain dot,
No more able to hold his fort
And thus a stuff to cease adding in a pot
So that no chef screams A Dietician’s “What!”
Indeed, A Shaming Rot!
Categories:
reproaches, cry, people, success,
Form:
Rhyme
Wakeful dispensations....
Traveling down reproaches weaving road at the speed of mono sound!?
Disintegrations decay within the rearview mirrors fiery blow-by-blows
Smoke and debris transformations strewn about whirlwind trails of sins
Destructive tales to form this phenomenon through, vestibules cryptic....
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....Crucible amid, assimilations abstract theory?!
Categories:
reproaches, hope, life, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Accusations sometimes false sometimes true accused
Past transgressions please grant grace, penance
Own sympathies of love in true love forgiveness
Loud reproaches criticise
Owning own transgressions okay
Genuine regrets condemn
Yea sayers outrage, I’m SORRY FORGIVE ME, Alleluia!
This my apology, please forgive me I’m so sorry…
4/25/19
Honorable Mention placement in Contest
APOLOGY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
reproaches, analogy, assonance, celebration, forgiveness,
Form:
Acrostic
While waiting for my mammogram,
A most annoying test,
I had a thought no poetry
Has up to now addressed.
About the ones whose job is
Squeezing every woman’s breast
And manipulating angles
‘Til it’s properly finessed.
With each mammary maneuver,
Getting patients more distressed,
She keeps kneading and adjusting,
Like a potter who’s possessed.
What a way to make a living!
Though it’s time that I confessed
That I feel much better getting
These reproaches off my chest.
Categories:
reproaches, health,
Form:
Rhyme